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

about the changes in the upper

went on, the changes in the syllables seemed to produce a mysterious Taoist Sense, 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

depths of his mind, Jagoan felt that his body had become

ball. The inside wall of the ball was a colorful light spot.

voice echoed out

the flickering light spot in front of

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

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

the resonance occurred, he suddenly opened his eyes.

of him became palm-sized light spots. These light spots were of different colors. They rotated slowly around him, sometimes close and

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

light spots represented. He only hoped to come into contact with these light spots before the handwriting

kept thinking and

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

of the Great Tao… The Great Tao… The Great

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

lights are the

for me on the 15th

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

own Dao is the

thought after another was currently jumping in Jagoan’s

Jagoan’s father, it burned it with its Kylin True Flame. In addition, my own Tao contained the will of destruction and killing,

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