The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Jagoan had considered what kind of reaction the Crape Myrtle Sect would make when they saw the change in Jagoan’s ranking on the Immortal List. But he didn’t care at all. Because according to his estimation, it would be very unlikely for him to meet Crape Myrtle Sect disciples in at least ten days.

The reason was simple. Jagoan had no interest in those low-level demons. From the beginning, he went straight to the area with powerful demons. Moreover, he also observed the changes in the rankings on the Immortal List.

The names of the disciples had not disappeared since Jagoan entered the flesh and blood demon star. It meant that there was not only no competition between disciples, but no disciple was hurt by demons.

The first point was easy to understand, and then if he thought about it carefully, he could analyze a very useful information from it. That was to say, the fiendish demons they encountered when the disciples were sent to the flesh and blood fiendish were not very powerful.

Besides, judging from another aspect, the fiendish demons on this flesh and blood devil star have their own rules to determine from weak to strong.

While the disciples were still fighting low-level fiendish demons, I went straight to kill them. Not only can you absorb vigor to the greatest extent and condense yourself, but you don’t have to worry about being disturbed by other disciples.

Jagoan pulled out all kinds of pros and cons and analyzed them. After weighing them, he perfected the plan he had planned before and continued to fly fast.

Soon, a mountain range appeared in front of him. This mountain range was stacked up layer by layer, as if it was made from layers of rotten meat.

If one looked closely, he could see that the surface of the mountain range was covered with white bones, as if it was made of countless corpses.

The rolling Demonic Qi lingered on it, like burning gray flames, exuding chaotic aura. At first glance, one would feel uncomfortable all over as if he had fallen seriously ill.

Before Jagoan could get close, the mountain range suddenly began to shake. Sounds of mountains collapsing and earth cracking rang out. At the same time, the surface of the mountain range lit up one by one, like countless pairs of ghost eyes, looking straight at him with greed and bloodthirsty desire.

of flesh. However, Jagoan just sneered. He reached out his hand in the air and patted it down. In an instant, a bolt of purple lightning, like a pillar supporting heaven and earth, fell from the sky and

Bam!

range, which stretched for thousands of miles, suddenly surged, and its surface was

endless energy. In an instant, the mountain range was torn apart from the inside like a volcanic

Bang!

into a thousand foots deep valley. At a

like torrential rain. The roar of the

him in the air. The lightning interweaved into a shining power grid and

was also torn into pieces. In front of him, an area that was hard to find on the planet

the explosion of the mountain

almost condensed into the substance that could burst the

Bam!

within a radius of hundreds of miles. The cracks on the ground expanded

a palm as high as three or four floors stretched out from the crack. Blood and lava were flowing on the surface

the moon. There was an extremely violent look in the eye. The eye was bloodshot, like a skinned python, struggling and

the surrounding ground instantly turned into

straight at

countless bones floating in the air surged out from the depths of the void like boiling oil

the third stage of

was for the one behind the Gates