This shows that the old man in front of him has been in Hell for at least several years. Thinking of this, a trace of horror flashed across his eyes. He couldn't stay in Hell for even a moment, and he didn't know what happened to the other party in these years.
Got through it.
Hongwu seemed to see through his mind and said: "It was indeed painful when I first came, but as time went by, I got used to it. The flames in this hell will erupt once every ten hours, and each time it lasts
Ten minutes, you just need to survive those ten minutes." Leng Xuan secretly smiled bitterly. Ten minutes is easy to say, but when the time comes, he is afraid that he will not be able to hold on for five minutes. He took two breaths
, and then struggled to sit up from the ground.
At this time, he was surprised to find that he was covered in ****, which was no different from that of Hong Wu. He was shocked and quickly reached out to touch the top of his head. Sure enough, there was no hair there, not a single hair.
Not only that, even his eyebrows disappeared. Apparently, his clothes and hair were burned by the previous flames. He was wondering, since the flames burned all the hair and clothes, why his body was not damaged at all
What? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask Hong Wu his doubts.
Hong Wu said: "It's very simple. When you came in just now, did the boy in charge of guarding give you a pill?" Leng Xuan nodded. Hong Wu continued: "That pill can protect your body.
Not harmed by flames. However, in addition, that elixir has another effect, which is to amplify people's pain a hundred times. Our cultivators' physical bodies are already very strong, and the burning of mere flames is not harmful to us.
It cannot produce strong pain. However, if this pain is magnified a hundred times, it will be completely different, and this is the horror of Hell." Leng Xuan asked: "Senior, how long have you been imprisoned here?
"Hong Wu smiled calmly and said: "If my old man remembers correctly, it should be thirteen years."
"Thirteen years?" Leng Xuan was secretly shocked and asked: "Senior, please forgive me for being presumptuous, but I wonder if you have any grudge against the Qin family? Why do they want to lock you up here?" Hearing this, Hong Wu fell into silence.
After a while, he shook his head and sighed: "It's all in the past, why bother bringing it up? Now I'm just a useless person sitting here waiting to die."
Leng Xuan shook his head and said: "Senior, with all due respect, you have been trapped here for thirteen years. If you want to seek death, there are many opportunities, but you still persisted, which shows that you still have some hope in your heart.
Hong Wu said calmly: "Hope? Do you think I still have hope now? Before entering the Hell of Fire, they gave me a poison. Over the years, the poison has entered my marrow. Now my meridians are completely disabled, even though I have the power to reach the sky."
What's the use of my cultivation?" Leng Xuan said: "We will always find a solution." Hong Wu sneered: "The solution? Can you help me escape? Don't forget, even you can't protect yourself now."
His words immediately left Leng Xuan speechless. Indeed, he was not even sure whether he could survive this disaster, and what qualifications he had to save others. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh secretly.
After a while, Leng Xuan felt that his body had regained some strength. He stood up and began to observe everything around him.