The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

A beam of light fell from the sky and illuminated an area. The pure light made people feel that the air had become clean for a while.

Under the light, a crystal skull appeared in front of Jagoan. The crystal skull was about the size of a house. In the crystal was water flowing like a clear spring. This stream of water was incomparably clear. The rhythm created when it flowed at this time was able to instantly calm people down.

Is this the treasure that can help a cultivator advance?

Seeing this, Jagoan pondered.

From the purple-robed man’s memory, Jagoan had learned that this was an “innate treasure”.

Like the West Sea Soul-revealing Bead Jagoan had obtained before, they were all derived from the Great Tao and naturally formed. They were not refined by anyone. No matter who got such a treasure, it was a great blessing.

No wonder Ghost Kill Pavilions can rise rapidly in a short time, and the high-level cultivators among them are endless.

Although it is just an organization formed by individual cultivators, its hidden strength is enough to make many sects dare not provoke it easily…

Seeing this innate treasure, Jagoan completely understood.

Innate treasures could quickly improve the realm of cultivators, and they would not have some bad effects like elixirs. This was simply giving others a ‘Pure Jade Physique’, making others envious.

As long as you cultivate inside, everyone will become Jagoan…

Jagoan raised his hand and was about to grab the crystal skull.

Just as the force was about to approach the skull, a layer of light suddenly appeared in the void. The light film was extremely resilient and blocked the power of him. At the same time, there came the sound of evening drums and morning bells. With a loud knock, the shadows of two mountains appeared on both sides of the hollow, as if thick fog had spread.

At the top of the two mountains, a cultivator sat cross-legged on each of them.

One was gray-haired, dry and thin, like an old man. It was extremely difficult for him to even speak.

was a middle-aged woman. She was fat and had

The magical power of Amethyst Palace Realm was much stronger than the Heavenly Spirit Realm. What the two showed in front of Jagoan were not their real bodies, but the projection made

made the two figures look like lofty

he was intimidated by the other party’s aura, his body would already tremble,

calm. He suddenly pushed his five fingers

Boom!

and earth cracking burst out. The light cast from the sky suddenly became messy and dim as if it

of light was pushed to the extreme. It was about to be torn

time, a fierce shout sounded from the depths of

sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, was surrounded by circles of light and exuded a mysterious aura, like a beam of light passing through the long river of time. She suddenly stepped out of the myth

The female cultivator looked down at Jagoan with a stern tone and glared at

of pressure came crashing toward

hands keep moving

the opponent, “Ghost

The female cultivator’s

any information about the Ghost Kill Pavilion because she did not want to expose the background

to her original plan, even if a cultivator accidentally broke in, after feeling the pressure of the two Amethyst Palace Realm Spiritual Masters, he would retreat. But now, Jagoan’s words showed that he

secret here would

of

thunder, and she turned her palm toward

Boom!

few of mountains piled up layer by layer

about to be filled, about to explode. Even his soul

me?” Jagoan snorted and raised his hand

a raging dragon. In an instant, it turned

“Ten Thunder Killing Moves!”

as thick as water tanks appeared. Streaks of lightning, like spears of heaven’s