The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

There was no light flashing, as if a thin layer of mist had appeared.

In next second, Mou’s figure disappeared. But it seemed that Mou felt that it was not safe enough. He lay on the ground again, hid his body in the clouds, and then tried his best to restrain his breath.

Just as he finished all this, a beam of blood light, wrapped in several different figures, appeared at the foot of the Immortal Mountain dozens of miles away from him. Almost at the moment when these figures appeared, Mou felt a stream of amazing vigor coming from all directions, which made him feel indescribably depressed and uncomfortable.

They are demonic beasts…

No!

They are demonic beasts from that tribe!

After a moment Mou concluded.

He carefully reached out his divine senses. Although he knew that the other party was not an ordinary demonic beast, he was the only one left here, so Mou had to think more about it. As his Divine Sense approached the group of demonic beasts inch by inch, he quietly raised his head and looked at them from the corner of his eyes. He did not dare to look directly at them at this time, because it was easy for others to notice him.

Soon, he saw the four figures without being noticed.

Human form, beast head. They possessed Blood Soul of demonic beasts and displayed the charm of cultivators at the same time. Among them, the tallest one was tall and had a head of a sika deer on its neck. A pair of long horns was curved up like branches.

Mou judged that the shorter one was a hedgehog based on the spikes on the other party’s head.

The fattest one was a wild boar, with long fangs in its mouth, and a very symbolic nose, which showed its identity.

Mou identified the skinny one for a long time before making a vague judgment based on the horn on its forehead: a black flood dragon with impure blood lineage. These four demonic beasts were like demons but not demons, like humans but not humans. They stood at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by immortal light. The misty secret realm of the Immortal Mountain emitted a sinister and strange smell.

and the Imperial Universe Sect. But now, they were

stayed outside the blessed land of the immortal mansion in order to plan and provide assistance. He could feel that something was wrong, so he carefully moved his Divine Sense and leaned toward

mouths, their voices were as loud as a bell. There was no need to get close at all. He could hear them clearly from tens of miles

suddenly sniffed and said in a rough voice, “Is there a smell of blood? And there is a strong smell of

those cultivators who came before fight with

normal for them to fight…” The transformed demonic hedgehog spoke in

in the first place. For the sake of personal desires, their parents and loved ones can be killed, not to mention that this is the blessed land of the immortal

The big demon who had transformed into a

mouth, the other

moment, the deer had already stood in

flick of its finger, a drop of blood flew to the fingertip of the sika deer shape-shifting demon. It put its finger into its mouth, licked it, nodded, and moved again,

the Imperial Universe Sect was sent flying by Jagoan. After tasting the blood with the same movement, the sika deer

there an internal strife?” asked the

a hint of schadenfreude in its

Mou held his breath and focused on listening to the judgment of the sika deer demon.

the next moment, the horns on its head shone brightly from top to bottom.

images begin to condense in front of the two pools

Huh?

Return Flight of Light?!

Mou was shocked. Although it was almost impossible

scene of Jagoan slapping Harry and sending

Even the illusory image displayed by magical power still made people’s scalps numb. In particular, the scene of the delicate and handsome male disciple being slapped away made these shape-shifting demons’ expressions become

really an internal strife…” The wild boar shape-shifting