The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

“It’s him!”

Hearing the heart-palpitating footsteps, the faces of all cultivators present changed.

Before this guy showed up, his footsteps alone made everyone feel great pressure.

At this time, the man was covered by flood.

Although he was in human figure, he felt like an ancient giant beast.

Suddenly, he tore the void apart and flew out in a rage.

At this moment, there was even a gust of hurricane in the temple.

“Where is that guy?” The armored fellow slowly turned his head.

After sweeping his gaze over everyone, he appeared to be a little uncertain.

He clearly felt the existence of that guy before.

But why couldn’t he feel it when they were close?

At the same time, Caspian felt that there was no sound behind the Gates of Hell.

Thinking of the previous attitude and the words of the guy in front of him, Caspian quickly figured out who this guy in armor was looking for.

“Is this your old friend?” Caspian asked in his heart.

Behind the Gates of Hell, it was extremely quiet.

Even the Hell Monsoon that had been scraped all year round could not be felt at this moment.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t say it.

Anyway, I think so,” Caspian sneered.

The guy in armor just now accidentally exposed an extremely important piece of information.

He came from at least five thousand years ago.

If he was looking for the one behind the Gates of Hell, then the person behind the Gates of Hell could be considered a figure at least five thousand years ago.

In addition, this so-called Great Demon Palace was the former palace of the guy behind the Gates of Hell.

With the age and address, Caspian didn’t believe that he couldn’t find out that guy’s real identity.

about this, a familiar intermittent voice suddenly came

can’t

if I

he became extremely vigilant. He was well aware of the strength of the person behind the Gates of

was an existence that even the Green Paradise Sect ancestor had to obediently send his soul over once the guy

the guy said that Caspian was no match for the other party, no matter how

this time, the guy in armor made a metallic

exactly are you? How did you get into the Spirit Severing Road?” The white-robed cultivator

that no one dared to talk to me like this five thousand years

five thousand years

the cultivator in white could finish his last word, his eyes

on end, an unprecedented fear filled

he let out

sword in his hand shook

“Great Desert Lone Smoke!”

Hong!

of the sword radiance, a sandstorm sprang

and shocking, burst out a dragon roar and rolled toward

locked, and the sand rubbed against each other

ant…” The guy in armor let

and made a

Chi la!

of green light, like claws, tore the rolling sand

broke through the sandstorm

green light gave the white-robed

spread in his

appeared on the chest of the cultivator

horsetail whisk flew out and collided with the

Caspian narrowed his eyes and immediately recognized that it

cultivator in white before,

that the other party

party had some secret method or storage magic weapons like

seemed to sense that its master was in

went all out

process was as fast

the tail of the white-haired donkey

mournful cry came from

entered the chest

five green lights paused

the cultivator in white shivered and came

and indignation flashed across his