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.

hear the most ordinary words clearly. But he was not

first, he would use his brain to think about the changes in the upper and lower syllables, trying to

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

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

ball. The inside wall of the ball was a colorful

echoed out in

light spot in front of him and listened

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

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

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

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

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

these light spots represented. He only hoped to come

thinking

voice’s chanting and narration were no longer pure in Jagoan’s ears, but more like a rhythm. All the syllables formed a very obscure melody that contained

truth of the Great Tao… The Great Tao… The Great

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

are the Great

the 15th floor. It’s the

Great Taos, only comprehend them. What I

Dao is the

another was currently jumping in

with the help of Jagoan’s father, it burned it with

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