The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

The blazing sun, like a giant sword, chopped down on the light of protection talisman.

The light of protection talisman trembled violently.

The man in purple, who was under protection, seemed to be able to hear the soft sound of protection talisman cracking.

The divine thunder burst out a series of dragon roars and followed closely behind.

Hong!

The thick and long thunderbolt pierced through the clouds and fell to the ground like a roaring dragon.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Everything within a radius of dozens of miles exploded in an instant.

All the stones, woods, and wall piles on the ground were swept away and exploded into powder.

As far as the eye could see, it was a mess.

The light of protection talisman also reached its limit at this moment.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, a crack appeared on the surface of the light film.

Even though this crack was as fine as hair, in the blink of an eye, countless cracks like this appeared on the barrier of light.

At first glance, the film of light was like an egg rolling down from the steps, full of cracks.

“No, no!” The man in purple let out a desperate roar.

Bang!

In the next moment, the film of light exploded.

Caspian held the thunder and lightning like a javelin.

With a swoosh, it pierced through his chest and nailed the man in purple to the ground.

The lightning took root in the ground and rushed into every vein and bone of the purple-robed man.

In an instant, his body swelled up, and all his vitality was crushed, and there was no sound.

Killing this purple clothed man would only take a blink of an eye, but breaking through protection talisman would require a hundred times the effort.

showed the Soul-summoning Bell, and pointed at

Vic’s and the man’s Divine Souls, which had not disappeared, were drawn out

was the only entry-level disciple

Soul, Caspian could know what Vic had done

purple-robed man had an extraordinary status in the Ghost Kill

almost nothing about the Ghost Kill Pavilion, and most of cultivators knew little about this mysterious individual cultivator organization,

purple-robed man, Caspian could disperse the layer of fog in front of the Ghost Kill Pavilion and get a lot of information about it. After absorbing their spirits

head

was daytime, but it made people feel gloomy

fear and oppression

to tremble and

could clearly hear the sound of wind

the might of

This is…

and he immediately

to the changes in the surroundings as Caspian. It also felt a strong sense of crisis, so as

in Caspian’s heart became increasingly

his best to suppress the instinctive

grabbed a formation map and stuffed it

a crack that was hundreds of miles long suddenly appeared in the

first glance, it was as if

time feeling that had just happened suddenly became hundreds

thousands of miles

shoulder,

its upper and lower tooth beds were

“What, what the hell?”

was the first time that

a moment, but he was immediately awakened by a trace of aura after

and looked up at

giant palm stretched out from the crack. The palm was so big that it was hard to describe,

fingers and stretched out

if the palm only needed a slight shake to wipe out the surrounding area of a

of Amethyst Palace

breathing came

Amethyst Palace Realm cultivator tear the void once in the past, and this time, it was more

his blood freeze under such an overbearing majesty. If it were anyone else,

palm, Caspian had a feeling that there seemed

turned Wave-like Void

chased after Caspian. The sky in the middle

and then shuttled through