The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

“Hmm?” Jagoan looked up.

One of the two figures was a woman in a black dress. She looked about 30 years old and had a single horn in the middle of her forehead. The other was a man with a rough face. He was tall and strong, with two long fangs growing from the corner of his mouth.

Why are there outsiders?

With a thought, Jagoan understood the next moment. These two people were probably the tribe that had not appeared before.

I didn’t expect them to come in. It seems that they arrived later than us. From the looks of it, they have also been attacked by the white fog above the small world of universe.

Jagoan glanced at them and decided to ignore them.

Since they had not met before, there was no need for any disputes. With a change of his mind, Jagoan made a decision at this moment.

Unfortunately, before he could get up again and continue to look for Molaine, Jagoan found that the face of the black-dressed woman suddenly changed.

“It’s you!” The woman roared.

Her voice was full of hatred and resentment, as if there was a blood feud between her and Jagoan.

Jagoan could not help but look at the other party in confusion.

What was going on today?

Why does everyone seem to know me?

Jagoan’s puzzled expression was like adding fuel to the fire in the eyes of the black flood dragon ancestor.

“You killed Blackie, and now you’re still playing dumb. Go to hell!” The black flood dragon ancestor roared repeatedly and attacked Jagoan fiercely.

At the same time, her mind was racing. In an instant, her other incarnations also got the news and quickly gathered here.

At this moment, a long blood-red whip appeared in the black flood dragon ancestor’s hand and struck toward Jagoan.

The long whip whipped fiercely and rolled up in the air. Suddenly, it seemed to stir up a magma lake. The scorching hot waves instantly scorched the surrounding trees and melted the rocks. The heat was rolling, making Jagoan feel as if he had fallen into the center of a volcano.

“Purple Yin Ghostly Shield!”

crystal wall suddenly opened and formed

it, and there was a loud sound of mountains and rivers collapsing. The sound waves that were visible to the naked eye surged in all directions like tides, sweeping

five kilometers and looked at the furious Ancestor

Blackie?

Black flood dragon?

eyes fell on the middle of the

the shape-shifting stage. Not only

the sword was in

really didn’t expect that the law of the Path of Immortality would come into reality, “Kill this little one, and the old one will come”. Not only did it

is it that the other

Jagoan immediately speculated.

a coincidence, then that was

caught up with him, he had to be careful.

suddenly turned into dozens of pieces, like a golden snake dancing wildly. The blood dragon roared and formed a blood river, all

of miles away, and the whole world seemed to have been

took my Sky-flipping Seal.

cultivator at the first stage of Heavenly Spirit Realm could be destroyed with just a lift of her hand. However, she did not expect that her opponent’s defensive magical power could not be broken by

anger, and her vigor continued to rise. Her long and wide eyes shone with a scarlet light, as if she were

I’ll help you!” At this time, the pig demon

in its hand swept across Jagoan in

swept across and tore open the void. A large amount of Gang Thunder burst out from

toward Jagoan. It was as if the heavens and

at the lightning and blood. His

care how you found me.

He held the hilt of his sword and shook slightly. The cloth wrapped around the Death Word Sword immediately

true appearance, the black flood dragon ancestor’s

suddenly contracted and she shouted in grief and

Death

sword cut down like a god opening a mountain. The group of immortals broke the sea and fell straight down. All kinds of auras, such as solemnity, bleakness, coldness, loneliness, and so on,

flashed in front of Jagoan. The next moment, it seemed to pierce through the void and directly appeared in

Bam!