The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell
Chapter 1247
Hearing Caspian’s words, everyone present was stunned at first, and then they looked thoughtful.
Lucy was still a child, so she didn’t notice too much at the moment.
So when she thought of something, she would ask it.
The next moment, Jessica said, “Caspian, you mean that if Heavenly Spirit Realm can’t enter, it means that there will be a lot of Holy Land Realm cultivators in the Three Sages Mountain?”
Lucy was stunned.
She just didn’t expect it before.
After being reminded by Jessica, she immediately understood the problem.
The cultivator’s performance in the Three Sages Mountain was related to whether he could get the qualification of the Spirit Severing Road.
In the case that Heavenly Spirit Realm couldn’t enter the Three Sages Mountain, cultivators of Holy Land Realm were naturally the best candidate.
In the face of the same enemy, Holy Land Realm’s performance was naturally much better than that of Pulse Control Realm.
So what if Pulse Control Realm cultivator showed his amazing talent?
As long as Holy Land Realm could not get out of Three Sages Mountain.
No matter how powerful Pulse Control Realm was, it was impossible for him to defeat Holy Land Realm.
Thinking of this, Lucyl s face suddenly darkened.
At that time, not only did they have to face the unknown zombies, but also the other cultivators who were eyeing them covetously.
Only Caspian, Jessica, and Lady Maisie had reached Holy Land Realm.
Although Charlotte was still in Pulse Control Realm, she was already a disciple of the Heaven’s Edge Sect, and her master was an expert of Amethyst Palace Realm.
With such an identity, other cultivators would only provoke her if some cultivators went mad and wanted to drag their sects and families down with them.
As for the others, they were all cultivators in the Pulse Control Realm, such as Yvonne Johnson, Xander Faris, Omar Pine, Maya Kaye, Renee Pine, Solana Gibson, and Lucy. After entering, even if everyone took action together, from the looks of the realm alone, their team appeared quite weak.
The three Holy Land Realm cultivators led seven Pulse Control Realm cultivators.
The team looked so vulnerable.
“It seems that we will encounter a lot of unnecessary trouble after we go in,” Although Omar said so, he did not care about it on his face.
everyone else present
they were afraid of challenges, they would not have come
could not go together, it
had little effect
instructions
and
looked very close
passed when they finally arrived near
snow mountain, they could no
through the snow mountain and reach the
could not be said to be an accident. It could only be said that
the Three Sages
them five days to pass through Domain in the snow mountains and
days, if cultivator’s strength was not strong enough or he didn’t have enough elixirs to replenish his spiritual Qi, he would never be able
the first assessment of
for Caspian. So the team of the
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eye could see, the vast world was covered in
kind of scene was extremely rare for the people of
not help but
voices became
did not
already witnessed such a scene when he entered the Heaven’s Edge Sect‘s courtyard assigned to
there was nothing
more oppressive than the snow-covered Three
everyone was
the eye could see, it was covered with snow
when passing through Domain in the center of
nothing to
the depths, they finally found
first to notice was Solana Gibson, who spoke
a neat line of corpses on the
turned into dried corpses that were
there were obvious artificial cracks in
bodies were deliberately placed
dug out chakrams from the top to bottom around the Three Sages
be a
others
wrong,” said Xander after
About The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell - Chapter 1247
The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell is the best current series of the author Liu Ya. With the below Chapter 1247 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 1247 and update the next chapters of this series at novelebook.com