The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

“Vigor of cultivators is far beyond that of mortals, so we have more time to travel,” Journey’s voice came.

His words were faint, but it gave people a feeling of temptation.

Everyone immediately looked up and found that it was as Journey had said.

The warship was still moving forward.

They were clearly close to the palace.

When the accident happened before, they could only see the outline of the palace like a triangular awl.

But now, they could already see the cornices and pavilions on the surface of the palace.

“This palace is built from an empty island,” said Yvonne.

A moment later, she looked over and said.

The others had also heard her words.

However, they could no longer focus their attention on the palace in front of them.

In particular, Silent Lion and Cidas Mont’s cultivators were all in a daze. Because they all knew that once vigors of the two cultivators were exhausted, it would be their turn.

Right now, the only thing they could do was hope for this warship to walk a bit faster and further.

In fact, reality was always disappointing.

And this disappointment came so quickly.

The warship that was moving, under a wave of scalp numbing creaking sounds, gradually slowed down, and then completely stopped.

Cidas leaned on the side of the ship, looked down, and then said to everyone with a pale face, “It’s coming again…”

Once again, the white bone arm firmly grabbed the warship.

In the darkness above everyone’s heads, the sound of flapping wings came at the same time.

An intense danger continued to suppress the souls of everyone present like an army pressing down on a realm.

Everyone understood that it was time for someone to make a sacrifice.

The several Pulse Control Realm cultivators present, especially the six or seven people around Silent and Cidas, trembled at this moment.

one urged, but everyone knew who would die this

lungs was squeezed out bit by bit,

was a mixture of regret, anger,

tightly

was completely different from what

them, there was only one

fell on the faces

were Journey and the man and woman beside

in an instant, his eyes swept

no need to

between Heavenly Spirit Realm and Holy Land Realm was enough for him to dispel all unrealistic

Joyce Owen was next.

a moment before turning

Realm cultivators who followed Joyce here had been an example of dying in the darkness and this

moment, Joyce

state at the

Journey had just said, cultivators of Holy Land Realm should be far

at this time, Silent did not dare to covet

was indeed left

this also meant that she had no

the Pulse Control Realm who had no worries and no way out, Silent didn’t feel that he couldn’t kill

if the other party went crazy, smashed the warship with all her strength, dragged

and became the next sacrificial existence

did not

Joyce’s, and those Pulse Control Realm cultivators’ lives were not much different from

were all nonentities under the Heavenly Spirit

this time, Silent even suspected that the reason why Journey called everyone over at that time

vigor that he

Joyce

while, he shook his

was at The third stage of Holy Land Realm, similar to

stage of the Holy Land Realm Joyce, let alone Caspian who was

Caspian threw the formation maps in his hand one after another, and there was

showed that although this guy’s realm was only higher than Joyce’s, it was not

end, Silent’s eyes stopped

Realm and his three men shrank their

he was