The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

The Celestial Punishment flashed, and a beam of blood light spread out and wrapped around the Archean Demonic Soul Flag and the Archean Demonic Spirit Talisman.

On the surface of the two treasures, tens of thousands of demons roared at the same time. Their soaring killing intent and anger were almost written into bloody words, shuttling through the void and killing all living creatures.

In an instant, the cold aura turned into a chilling wind and blew toward Jagoan. Immediately, the grass around him froze into ice sculptures.

His eyes were calm and motionless.

Waves of icing air condensed into white frost less than a foot in front of him, but it dissipated in a moment. The Demonic Souls in the two magic weapons kept roaring and struggling. They seemed to have recognized the identity of Jagoan as a human and were unwilling to be refined by him. But no matter how they struggled, they could not affect him at all.

As the blood rings tightened, the Demonic Souls struggled less and less. In the end, the blood light covered the two magic weapons.

The Archean Demonic Soul Flag and the Archean Demonic Soul Charm quieted down and floated in front of him. Jagoan condensed his eyesight and looked inside.

In the depths of the two magic weapons, countless Demonic Souls knelt quietly in front of Jagoan at this moment, no longer making any sound. At the same time, Jagoan also felt that the two magic weapons were connected to him by blood.

This was a sign of success.

Jagoan nodded with satisfaction, took the Archean Demonic Soul Flag, and waved it gently. The dark clouds covered the sky and the sun, and the landmines surged. Countless Demonic Souls turned into a tornado and suddenly rose from the ground. They kept spreading, and wherever they passed, they gave people a feeling of destroying heaven and earth.

He flicked his fingertip again, and the Archean Demonic-soul Charm turned into a golden light. The moment his fingertip disappeared, it appeared 100 miles away.

The next moment, a mountain peak disappeared like powder.

Looking around, he saw nothing.

After understanding the two magic weapons, Jagoan turned over his wrist and put them away. He looked at the third treasure suspended in front of him, the drop of Blood of Essence of Great Sage Minghe.

blood essence. However, if

Great Sage Minghe had sealed a space in

to comprehend the Spiritual Inheritance of the transforming exercises of Great Sage Minghe. He naturally wanted to obtain the techniques and legacies of the Great Saint, as well as the vigor power of his blood essence. However,

worried about how to deal with Minghe’s Spiritual Thoughts in

be great if I could cut off Great Sage Minghe’s perception of this drop

heard a

“Oh?” Jagoan blinks.

the one behind the

he suddenly

one behind the Gates of Hell even knew

face…

stuttering, he

and nodded. “Can I

“Sure…”

if Great Sage Minghe

This… Essence

Jagoan immediately understood.

with it. It seemed that Great Sage Minghe did not care whom his Blood of Essence would reward. It was

Great Sage did not

pointed at

of Essence Blood, Jagoan could sense a gravitational force emanating from it. At the same time, the blood

surging at this moment, and

place where sea disasters often happened. Because

closed his eyes