The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Chapter 1986

The whispers seemed to carry a mysterious rhythm. It was like a woman mumbling something in your ear.

One could vaguely guess that she was describing something. But he couldn’t even hear a word.

What’s going on?

Jagoan’s first reaction was that something was wrong with the thing on the 15th floor. But soon, he denied this idea.

There is absolutely no problem. It should be difficult to understand…

After making up his mind, Jagoan immediately calmed down. He looked up at the white mark in mid-air.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.

The white mark, like the line swept by the end of the handwriting, was gradually shortened at this moment. It felt like a burning incense stick. As time passed, the incense stick gradually became a little late.

Seeing this, Jagoan suddenly understood.

That’s right. It must be talking about something…

What I need to do is to comprehend the contents of these words in a limited time…

Jagoan immediately sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, concentrated all his attention, and listened carefully. The female voice, which was murmuring without any emotion, was vague.

Time passed little by little.

handwriting disappeared. Jagoan still couldn’t hear the most ordinary words clearly. But he was not anxious

changes in the upper and lower syllables, trying

making him no longer struggle with the content of each word, but to feel it with his heart. This feeling was hard to describe in words. But, he felt empty and

depths of his mind, Jagoan felt that his body had become light, as if he had

place was like a large sphere. He was now inside the big ball. The inside wall of

echoed out

light spot in front of him

this time, he closed his eyes and sat cross-legged in the middle of the big ball. Although his eyes were still closed at this moment, Jagoan felt that as

to breathe in and out according to the lines. At

the resonance occurred, he suddenly opened his eyes. He found that the big ball with mottled light disappeared

appeared in front of him became palm-sized light spots. These light spots were of different colors. They rotated slowly around him, sometimes close and sometimes far. However, there was no way to describe the distance between them through

to be close at hand, but they made Jagoan feel that he couldn’t touch them. Some light spots were obviously far away from him, but

represented. He only hoped to come

kept thinking

ears, but more like a rhythm. All the syllables formed a very obscure

truth of the Great Tao… The

He felt like he had grasped something. But because of the momentary shock, he could not

lights are

the 15th floor. It’s

Taos, only comprehend

Dao is the strongest

after another was currently jumping

I mastered before was not mine at first. Later, with the help of Jagoan’s father, it burned it with its Kylin True Flame. In addition, my own

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