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.

a quarter of the white handwriting disappeared. Jagoan still couldn’t hear the most ordinary words clearly. But he was

would use his brain to think about the changes in the upper

changes in the syllables seemed to produce a mysterious Taoist Sense, making him no longer struggle with the content

of his mind, Jagoan felt that his body had become light, as if he had entered a place he had never

now inside the big ball. The inside wall of the ball was

echoed out in the

the flickering light spot in front of him and listened to

in the middle of the big ball. Although his eyes were still closed at this moment, Jagoan felt that as time passed, there seemed to be lines in front of him. These lines were like waves,

but begin to breathe in and out according to the lines. At the same time, the spiritual Qi in Jagoan’s

eyes. He found that the big ball

spots were of different colors. They rotated slowly around him, sometimes close and sometimes far. However, there was no way to describe the distance

spots seemed 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 they made Jagoan

think about what these light spots represented. He only hoped to come

thinking and

pure in Jagoan’s ears, but more like a rhythm. All the syllables formed a very obscure melody

the Great Tao… The Great Tao… The Great

had grasped something. But because of the momentary shock, he could not believe

lights are

on the 15th

teach the Great Taos, only comprehend them. What I comprehended is my own

is the strongest

thought after another was currently

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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