The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

The thunder shook and the blood cloud turned.

Jagoan instantly felt as if he had been swept into a bloody sky. Killing intent filled the air. Sabers and axes were everywhere. Countless knife and axe marks, accompanied by rolling smoke, rushed toward him, as if they would swallow him and tear him into pieces in the next moment.

A huge face could be faintly seen in this area of gloom. The eyes of the face were filled with the aura of death, as if he were looking at an insignificant speck of dust. At the same time, an unusual reaction appeared on the slowly rotating black disc.

The Elder and the Vice Sect Master looked obviously nervous.

The Sect Master just said lightly, “It is coming…”

As for what would come, it was obvious that the most powerful divine thought in the jade talisman had appeared. Whether Jagoan could withstand the test or not, it would soon be clear.

If he couldn’t bear it, then he would die or go crazy, become a cripple, and become one of the sixteen people in the Sect Master’s mouth. However, if he managed to withstand this test, he would not only obtain the Fiendgod enlightenment recorded in the jade talisman. It also allowed the sect master of the Heaven’s Edge Sect to remember his name and have an impression of Jagoan.

It was something that countless cultivators would never dare to think about, even in their dreams.

Jagoaning at the disk, the Elder felt a little breathless. He had a direct contact with Jagoan and had a good impression of Jagoan. He even wanted to support Jagoan because he knew the contradiction between Jagoan and the Crape Myrtle Sect. Because the Elder knew very well that Crape Myrtle Sect’s influence on Heaven’s Edge Sect was too big.

As for the Grand Pure Emperor, if there wasn’t any resistance and he returned smoothly, then it was very likely that elders like this one would be wiped out. Therefore, the Elder naturally hoped that Jagoan would be more important to the Sect Master. After all, the return of the Grand Pure Emperor was unstoppable. Only a few people, including the Sect Master, could suppress the Grand Pure Emperor and the Crape Myrtle Sect.

Feeling that the situation in the disk was getting worse and worse for Jagoan, the Elder really wanted to ask the sect master to help Jagoan. But he also knew that once he spoke, Jagoan would lose the only chance to let the Sect Master remember him.

It was rare for the Elder to hesitate at this time.

Vice Sect Master suddenly

saw that the darkness, which had not changed obviously before,

the Elder’s heart suddenly fell straight into the

looked over at the towering blood-colored blade and axe. A kind of killing pressure from the Primordial Battlefield came fiercely, as if it would not only destroy Jagoan’s divine

help frowning and muttering to himself,

like a river, sweeping violently toward him. The pair of eyes in the blood-red sky looked down at

looked even more

he suddenly opened his mouth and said with dissatisfaction,

to the long river

crack and tremble. The pair of eyes behind the sky was shocked at first, and then they were stunned. The next moment,

Bam!

suddenly turned into a light breeze less than a

party had recognized whose aura it was. Fear, inferiority, cowardice, weakness,

next moment, the blood-colored sky split open and released

even more pleasing. It offered

was the first to stand

shock. She turned to look at the Sect Master and then at

was calm, his right hand on the table was taut. As for the Elder, at this time, his eyes were shining brightly, and the expression on his face was so complicated that it was

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