It will take another hundred years, and it will be considered as if it is torture people to death? This is just the first hurdle, and the ones that follow will be even more terrifying.

"Master, is the definition of a hundred years? Is it possible to break the barrier ahead of time?" Ming Jue and Bai Zhi looked at the Emperor of the Underworld and Emperor Huang.

"A point is not more than one point, and a point is not less. If he can survive for a hundred years, he will be considered to be breaking the barrier." The Emperor of the Underworld said slowly.

As he said that, Emperor Dark glanced at Emperor Huang with a slight indecision.

Di Huang had already passed this level, and he should know more than anyone else... The terrible pain of hell is so terrifying.

Di Huang said nothing, just watched quietly, his divine eyes were gone in the ancient well.

In the past, he could have survived, so he firmly believed that Ye Chen could survive, and he had never questioned the younger generation of the Holy Body.

If you can't even break through the path of hell, that is the one who insults the holy body and kills two emperors in one lifetime, fearlessly ahead.

In the hell, Ye Chen's legs were trembling and he was still moving forward with difficulty.

After a few words from Bai Zhi and the others, the hell has been in the path of hell. Thunder and flame have destroyed Ye Chen to no avail.

Every thunder could leave a scar on his soul, and every fire broke his holy body.

Time passes, day after day, year after year.

He was staggering, and his ancient holy body was burned many times, and his true body of the soul was annihilated countless times.

But he was still standing, his legs bent, and he was reborn in the forging

There is no one in the hell, no creatures, only thunder and flames.

When he endured the pain of tearing his body, he had to fight against the loneliness that had been over for a hundred years. Once his will was wiped out, he would be defeated.

In the past few years, his eyes became dull and empty, as if there was no emotion at all, just like a walking zombie.

He had already felt pain so much that he was not hurt. Day by day, under the thunder and fire, he forgot the feeling of pain and got used to it.

A strong obsession supported him forward: go home.

Yes, when I go home, I have to go back even if I die, and my hometown is waiting for him.

The long years, every minute and every second, are like a carving knife, carving him with devastation and holes.

When the black flames are annihilated and when the thunder in the sky stops striking, this century of time has truly ushered in that end.

He walked out and survived the pain of bodybuilding for a hundred years in the path of hell.

The world in front of me is the boundless scorched earth, or the vicissitudes of loneliness. He is like an ant and embarks on the journey again.
Chapter completed!