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.

one was a middle-aged woman. She was fat

from their bodies. The magical power of Amethyst Palace Realm was much stronger than the Heavenly Spirit Realm. What the two showed in front of Jagoan were

like lofty mountains, with the sky above them, eternal

was an ordinary cultivator, just because he was intimidated by the other party’s aura, his

and looked calm. He suddenly pushed his five fingers

Boom!

The light cast from the sky suddenly became messy and dim

to the extreme. It was about to be torn apart, leaving only a line

At this time, a fierce shout

fat female cultivator, who was 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 and appeared above Jagoan

an important place. Stop right now!” The female cultivator looked down at Jagoan with a stern tone

tide, waves of pressure

keep moving

looked at the opponent, “Ghost Kill Pavilion has also become an immortal

The female

Ghost Kill Pavilion because she did not

accidentally broke in, after feeling the pressure of the two Amethyst Palace Realm Spiritual

secret here would end

Spiritual Master of Amethyst

tongue was like thunder, and she turned her

Boom!

of mountains piled up layer by layer

in was about to be filled, about to explode. Even his soul seemed

you can kill me?” Jagoan snorted and

in his body swirled violently like a raging dragon. In an instant, it

“Ten Thunder Killing Moves!”

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