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

suddenly appeared. These human figures were about a third of the size of adults, but at this moment, there

could immediately see the figures of these small figures. Every tiny figure was equivalent to a branch of the cultivator’s divine

moved with incredible speed, slicing open the

was

narrowed his eyes, focused his

one behind the

Go up kill him…

kill him, but I

“Last time… I… killed…”

situation last time was different.” Jagoan shook his 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

different from

strong as you, I would have stuffed his

he passed through another

moment he waved the Archean Demonic Soul Flag, he shot out tens of thousands of blood arrows. The Archean Demonic Soul

was impossible for him to shake off a Amethyst Palace

up with him sooner or later. But

was no different from the Spiritual Master. And

for Hans, which is why he

a while. Then find

made up his

he wanted to kill this

that belonged to Hans mentioned by the Purple Golden Thunder Ape. He

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