The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Chapter 1595

“Haha!” The cultivator of the Ghost-killing Pavilion looked at Caspian and laughed wildly.

His face was full of pride and ridicule.

But, after a while, the expression on his face began to freeze.

Although the smile was still on his face, it seemed to be particularly forceful at this time.

Doubts and embarrassment began to surface.

Because not far ahead, although the green flame was still burning, Caspian’s body was motionless.

And he didn’t even scream.

Could it be that he’s already dead?

The cultivator of the Ghostkilling Pavilion couldn’t help but think of this.

After a moment’s thought, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly swung his arm.

A thick black chain shot toward Caspian like a black python.

The chain moved in the air, and suddenly, there was the sound of flood rolling.

The surrounding void was shaken and folded, as if it was going to break in the next moment.

The chain flew to the front of Caspian and suddenly turned around.

After a few swooshes, it firmly bound Caspian.

However, Caspian’s body still hovered there motionlessly.

He didn’t even resist at the very least.

Seeing this, the cultivator of the Ghost-killing Pavilion breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that he died the moment he was hit by the Nine Dead Ghost Infant Thunder…

He snorted and looked back and forth at Caspian with unfriendly eyes.

“You’re really lucky.

Otherwise, I would have planned to… Huh?”

Before he could finish his words, the cultivator saw the chain that bound Caspian suddenly move.

Then, the whole chain broke inch by inch.

the Ghost-killing Pavilion suddenly held his breath and

How can this be…

Phew!

burning green flame

Caspian was unscathed.

cultivator of the Ghost-killing Pavilion with his

a light glance, it immediately made the cultivator of the Ghost-killing

this be… The

this…” Caspian raised

skull the size of an adult’s fist was tossed

the skull to put on an expression, at this moment, the cultivator of the

immediately turned green

corners of Caspian’s mouth curled up, revealing

to his palm,

Crack!

void, the skull was

Is

cultivator of the Ghost-killing Pavilion

his heart sank into the bottom of the valley bit

the blood in his body had solidified and his hands and

in the process, the cultivator tried to connect with

other party stood there, and his aura alone cut off the connection between

of the Ghost-killing

asked

not give up, it was still possible

at this time, waves of desperate thoughts kept surging into his heart like a tide,

party just stood there, but the horrible pressure made him feel as if his soul was being

robe was soaked

as if there was a mountain pressing down

was extremely difficult to

the Ghost-killing Pavilion was still struggling to

hurt very much, he still looked at Caspian and wanted to know how Caspian

deserve

Hong!

as he finished speaking,

and rivers were shaking, the sun and moon shaking, stars filling the sky,

of the cultivator of the

ask you… A…

The cultivator of

never

of the first level of Heavenly Spirit Realm, was as weak

money am I

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