Chapter 166: The Broken Gate of Hell! Erlang Yang Jian——

“Fellow Ksitigarbha, I don’t know how to get to hell.”

The turtle spirit on the side suddenly asked.

Although they can currently see hell here with the lotus bridge under their feet, and can even communicate with Ksitigarbha in hell.

but...

This lotus bridge is broken.

Broken at Huangquan Road Bridge.

There is no way to reach the destination with a broken bridge.

"Heading to hell?"

Ksitigarbha looked at the turtle spirit with slight surprise, not understanding why the turtle spirit asked about going to hell.

But he had no intention of hiding it, and no need to hide it.

Perhaps his existence in this netherworld is a taboo that cannot be mentioned, but hell can be found out by just asking a random ghost.

"Hell is located in the deepest part of the underworld. You only need to keep walking along the Huangquan Road to reach hell."

Ksitigarbha said truthfully.

"Go straight along Huangquan Road?"

Gui Ling looked to one side, looking at the Huangquan Road at his feet, with a hint of thinking in his eyes.

"Thank you fellow Taoist for your advice!"

Guiling thanked him.

"Some small things should be treated as no thanks."

Ksitigarbha spoke softly and did not ask why the turtle spirit wanted to go to hell.

He had not paid attention to other mundane matters for many years. The reason why he appeared in front of the Golden Spirit and the Turtle Spirit this time was.

It was also because the two women stepped onto the White Lotus Bridge.

Although the White Lotus Bridge is Zhunti's magical power, it is Ksitigarbha who is using it after all. Ksitigarbha is still sensitive to the White Lotus Bridge.

If he wanted to, Ksitigarbha came to the White Lotus Bridge at this time and could even connect it.

Continue to spread towards the underworld and the six paths of reincarnation.

But Ksitigarbha didn't mean that at this time.

Even though this White Lotus Bridge is on normal days, ghost monks from the underworld occasionally step onto this White Lotus Bridge to gaze at hell.

But the two quasi-sages...

But it has never happened before.

This made Ksitigarbha mistakenly think that it was someone from the Western Master, so he showed up.

But now it seems.

The two fellow Taoists in front of him were not members of his Western religion.

Immediately, Ksitigarbha didn't say much, just said goodbye and turned to leave.

Looking at Ji Zang's back that turned away neatly, Jin Ling and Turtle Ling looked at each other, somewhat confused.

To be honest, this is the first time they have encountered this kind of comrade who just turned around and left after just a few reserved words.

Jin Ling jumped lightly and came down from the White Lotus Bridge. He first glanced at the silent Sanxiao.

Didn't say much.

The scene on the Huangquan Road had troubled them for a while, but now they saw the scene of hell at first sight.

It is normal to have such a reaction.

However, Jin Ling was not too worried.

As Daluo Jinxian, even if they have little travel and lack of experience, their firm Taoist heart will protect their original intention.

Even the scenes in hell cannot shake Daluo Jinxian's Taoist heart.

On the contrary, it will help sharpen their souls and make their state of mind stronger.

Jin Ling turned to look at the ghosts and gods and asked softly.

"That Taoist Ksitigarbha... must be the Taoist who left the White Lotus Bridge behind!"

"Um!"

The ghost god nodded and said softly: "It was the one who left the White Lotus Bridge hundreds of millions of years ago. As for..."

"What the purpose of this White Lotus Bridge is, and the purpose of who built it, we cannot know."

The ghost god continued.

On this point, neither the Golden Spirit nor the Turtle Spirit had the slightest doubt.

This kind of plan involves the saint and the saint sect. It's strange that a Taiyi ghost and god can know about it!

but...

Those ghosts and gods can't guess it, but it doesn't mean that the golden spirit and the turtle spirit can't guess it.

When they saw the lotus bridge for the first time and confirmed that it might be the work of a saint, they already had some guesses in their minds.

Although they don't know the whole story of this plan and the pawn Jizo plays in it,...

The entire underworld can be planned by a saint.

Apart from the six realms of reincarnation and the authority of the underworld, there is nothing else.

At this time, Turtle Spirit slowly walked down the Lotus Bridge. She did not care about the Western Lotus Bridge and Ksitigarbha.

Her mind was filled with hell, and she was thinking about the possible connection between hell and her chance.

However, she has never seen hell, and she has not gotten any clues from her master, so she can only guess out of thin air.

Turtle Spirit is also clueless.

but...

Now she finally had a goal, instead of searching aimlessly like before.

On the Huangquan Road here, Guiling confirmed the goal of coming to the underworld this time.

And at this time...

On the other side, the underworld is closed to hell!

It is not the ghost gate under the sea of ​​​​blood, but one of the ghost gates scattered throughout the ancient world.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang.

The gloomy door with a ferocious ghost printed on it burst open.

A ray of silver light suddenly rushed out from the broken ghost gate, blooming with brilliant brilliance, illuminating the gloomy ghostly world.

At this moment, behind the gate of hell, countless ghosts on the Huangquan Road were injured by the explosion of the gate of hell. Many ghosts even collapsed on the spot and their souls were gone.

"Bring back my mother's soul——"

A voice full of sorrow and anger suddenly sounded, and then among the smoke and dust splashed by the ghost gate, a handsome figure with white face and no beard suddenly flew into the netherworld.

The silver light that had smashed the Ghost Gate before spun in the air and fell into the hands of the handsome figure, turning into a three-pointed two-edged spear.

"Where are the ghosts and gods in the underworld? Return the soul of my mother Yao Ji..."

He wore a crescent-shaped slingshot on his waist, held a three-pointed two-edged spear, and a golden thread between his eyebrows flashed with extraordinary divine light.

And he also called his mother Yao Ji, so the identity of this handsome figure was still very obvious, Erlang Shen Yang Jian.

Of course...

At this time, Yang Jian did not have the title of Erlang Shen, but was an ordinary third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect, Erlang Yang Jian.

Although...

His strength was a bit strong.

Yang Jian held the three-pointed two-edged spear in his hand, and suddenly shouted loudly, his strong magic power did not restrain at all, and the sound shook the underworld.

"Where did you come from, you little brat, dare to destroy the Ghost Gate and trespass into the underworld!" A loud and sharp shout suddenly sounded from the netherworld.

Then, a ghost god with a face like black iron and a ferocious appearance suddenly appeared, and his terrifying ghost power competed with the magic power of the handsome young man.

The originally gloomy underworld shook under the collision of these two terrifying magic and ghost powers, and countless ghosts and evil spirits fled out frantically.

The ghost god looked at Yang Jian, who was on the opposite side with his ghost power, and his face changed slightly.

As a ghost god in the underworld, he had the job of the underworld. Although he could not see the age of Yang Jian in front of him, he was definitely not more than ten thousand years old.

But this cultivation...

"Ten thousand years of Daluo Jinxian? How is this possible..." The ghost god in the underworld was extremely shocked at this time, that is, his face was ferocious and like black iron.

Otherwise, his shocked expression at this time would definitely not be hidden.

"Are you a ghost god in the underworld?" Yang Jian pointed the three-pointed two-edged spear in his hand at the ghost god in the underworld, shouted sternly, his eyes full of bloodshot.

Obviously, he was extremely angry.

"Yes!" The ghost of the underworld nodded and said in a deep voice: "I am the ghost emperor of the underworld, who are you?"

Yang Jian's eyes were bloodshot, and he did not answer the question of the ghost emperor of the underworld, but roared hoarsely.

"Since you are the ghost emperor of the underworld, then I ask you, does the underworld have the right to take the soul of the Taiyi Golden Immortal who has never cut off the vitality of the prehistoric world?"

"The Taiyi Golden Immortal who has never cut off the vitality of the underworld..." The ghost emperor of the underworld frowned, not understanding what Yang Jian meant.

However, looking at Yang Jian's appearance, he still said in a deep voice: "The vitality is not cut off, the breath is not cut off, if the life span is exhausted, it is natural to take the soul, but..."

"The Taiyi Golden Immortal has no worries about his life span, the life span of the heaven and the earth is the same, the breath is not cut off, the vitality is endless, that is, he is alive, the underworld naturally has no right to take the soul!"

After the ghost emperor of the underworld finished speaking, the strong magic power around Yang Jian suddenly became violent, and Yang Jian shouted angrily.

"Then why did the ghosts of the underworld take away the soul of my mother Yao Ji!"

"Your mother Yao Ji...Taiyi Jinxian..."

The ghost emperor of the underworld looked at Yang Jian in front of him and thought for a while. The thinking ability of the Daluo Jinxian was naturally not bad.

Soon...

He found the information of the person in front of him from his mind.

"Are you talking about...Yao Ji, the sister of the Emperor of Heaven? Are you Yang Jian, the child of Yao Ji?" The ghost emperor of the underworld said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Yang Jian shouted, staring at the ghost emperor of the underworld in front of him with red eyes.

To be honest, if Yang Jian had not retained some reason and understood that he could not save his mother's soul if he fought with the ghost emperor now, otherwise...

With his current anger, he would have rushed up to fight.

"You said that my underworld took Yao Ji's soul, this is impossible..." The ghost emperor of the underworld said in a deep voice.

"Yao Ji, as the sister of the Heavenly Emperor Haotian, has long been deleted from the life and death book of my underworld. It is impossible for my underworld to take Yao Ji's soul."

"I saw with my own eyes that the soul-stealing messenger took my mother's soul away, and I chased him all the way to the underworld."

Yang Jian suppressed his anger and roared in a low voice.

At the same time, the sky eye on Yang Jian's forehead shone with golden light.

That clearly meant that he was saying that he saw it with this sky eye and it was impossible to be wrong.

"I said no, it's no." The face of the ghost emperor of the underworld turned cold. As the ghost emperor of the underworld, no ghost dared to question him on weekdays.

What's more, he is a Daluo Jinxian, how could he lie about such a small matter.

Yang Jian's words were simply insulting his ghost character, and he shouted at once.

"Yang Jian, don't be unreasonable. This is the underworld, not your uncle's heaven, you can play around."

"Uncle's heaven...be unreasonable...let me play around..."

Hearing the words of the ghost emperor of the underworld, the string of reason in Yang Jian's mind suddenly collapsed.

The bloodshot eyes turned extremely red.

The terrifying Daluo Jinxian magic power burst out, and the three-pointed two-edged spear in his hand suddenly stabbed out, turning into a three-headed dragon and roaring towards the ghost emperor of the underworld.

At the same time, there was Yang Jian's roar that shook the underworld.

"Give my mother back to me..."