The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Chapter 1963

“Hmm?” The giant eye turned, and the flames in it spun violently like a whirlpool.

Soon, a cultivator in a red magic weapon, which seemed to be burning with endless flames, stepped out from it. As soon as he appeared, the clouds in the sky disappeared. The air between heaven and earth seemed to be burned into a vacuum zone.

In his eyes, flames condensed into a mighty river. It was as if he was the blazing sun of the heavens, the god of fire.

“How dare you tease me? Killing Hans Bierce, provoking my Desolate Ancient building, your sin was unforgivable! I want to see where you can escape to!” The cultivator raised his hand and grabbed forward.

All of a sudden, sparks bloomed in all directions like dense stars. These sparks seemed to carry some kind of spirituality as they went deep into the void, capturing traces of aura in the void.

A moment later, as the cultivator curled his five fingers, all the sparks turned back and formed a ball of light in its palm. The ball of light slowly rotated in his palm, and one of it kept shining. And he closed his eyes and carefully analyzed the information collected from all directions by every light. Every time he finished analyzing, the light would go out.

Soon, the whole light became completely dim and disappeared. The cultivator opened his eyes, which were full of confusion.

He was killed?

The result he had just deduced made him feel very confused.

Almost every ray of light was heading in the direction of Jagoan. A person’s direction of escape was naturally only one.

If a person ran away in all directions, there was only one possibility. This person exploded. But this cultivator always felt that it was strange.

Is he really broken?

This matter was related to Hans’ death, so he didn’t dare to slight it in the slightest.

some thought, he waved his

the surrounding void, human figures formed by flames suddenly appeared. These human figures were about a third of the size of adults, but at this

small figures. Every tiny figure was equivalent to a branch of the cultivator’s divine thought. They constantly probed the surroundings, searching for clues. At the

slicing open

figure was naturally

his eyes, focused his attention, and moved

Are you afraid of…” The one behind the Gates of Hell

up kill him…

but I

“Last time… I… killed…”

head. “I came here for revenge, so I have no other ideas. But this time, this guy is my opportunity. I must make my strength

Am different from

I were as strong as you, I would have

through

tens of thousands of blood arrows. The Archean Demonic Soul Flag was naturally meant to stop him.

it was

up with him sooner or later. But if he interfered, he

blood and spiritual Qi. The vigor was so strong that each of the thousands of blood arrows was no different from the Spiritual Master. And because

came for Hans, which is why he definitely won’t let this matter rest so

find an opportunity to kill him with my own

had made

he wanted to kill this cultivator to strengthen his own Dao

by the Purple Golden Thunder Ape. He wanted to seize the Qi and blood precious materials and strengthen himself.

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