The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

This Divine Thought naturally came from Sandra. Boneng was like countless mountains overlapping and pressing down directly.

In the blink of an eye, the array that enveloped Lord Ahearn’s Manor was shattered.

In the manor, crying and howling could be heard. At the same time, streams of flowing light shot up to the sky. However, except for a few of these flowing lights, who were rushing toward Sandra, the rest of them all fled in panic.

Of course, these were the cultivators raised by Lord Ahearn’s Manor. The lowest realm was the Bonengavenly Spirit Realm. But at this moment, most of them chose to run away in the face of the amazing pressure of Sandra.

They knew that if they didn’t escape, they would definitely die.

The cultivators who came to welcome Sandra were either blood relatives of Lord Ahearn or loyal to him. However, these cultivators were nothing in front of Sandra. Even if there were ten or a hundred times more of them, they were nothing more than chickens and dogs.

“Ten Thunder Killing Moves!”

In an instant, dense thunderbolts fell from the sky. Each of them was like a sharp long sword, instantly tearing the cultivators into pieces. The flesh all over the sky was mixed with hot blood, like a rainstorm pouring down from the sky.

Sandra passed through the rain of blood without any dirt on his body. Boneng came to the sky above the Lord Ahearn’s Manor and stretched out his five fingers to grab downward.

Bam!

The whole Ahearn Manor, including all the buildings and the land below, was grabbed by Sandra and put into the World of Bonengaven and Earth in an instant.

The place where Ahearn Manor was originally located was left with only an endless dark pit. This large pit looked exceptionally terrifying. The luxurious and majestic scene from before was like a prosperous and prosperous Lord Ahearn’s Manor. It was as if it had never appeared.

Sandra glanced at it, tore open a void rift, and headed for the next destination.

the appearance of the void rift also attracted the vibration of the universe. Ripples suddenly appeared between

Pavilion. There were also several Amethyst Palace Realm cultivators in

the Ghost Kill Pavilion was enough to establish a sect in Lunia. Many medium-sized sects were weaker than Ghost Kill Pavilions. However, if they really established a sect, it would be inconvenient for

that there were many powerful cultivators, the Ghost Kill Pavilion had begun to accumulate a huge amount of wealth since the beginning of its establishment. Furthermore, it was storing up natural

and become the Ghost Killing Gate or the Ghost Killing Sect, the history of the

was immediately resisted by the cultivators of the Ghost Kill Pavilion. After all, the appearance of Sandra here

Realm cultivators in the Ghost Kill Pavilion immediately displayed their magical powers. The other

arranged around them was also activated in an instant, as if hundreds of halos had appeared on the ground. After swallowing and exhaling for a while, they spurted out rays

sneered and his

Bam!

spread around. A large area of the void was

in an instant. The sky and the earth exploded together. The rain of blood and the flames below seemed to have reached the end of the

both shocking and

of an eye, all the high-end cultivators of the Ghost Kill Pavilion were killed by Sandra. Boneng didn’t care about the remaining Holy Land Realms, Pulse

hand, and then crushed the formation Ghost Kill Pavilion covering the area. Then, like before, he stretched out his five fingers and made

Bam!

as Lord Ahearn’s Manor, but it was deeper. As far as the eye could see, it made people feel as if they

the Ghost Kill Pavilion were all

Sandra went to the city where

cover up. Their headquarters was directly in a city in Lunia. Moreover, Ancient Wasteland Building had a large fortune and a large number of cultivators, so It was more like building

mortals and ordinary cultivators in this city, from the city governor to the city guards, they were all from Ancient Wasteland Building. Even this city was called the Waste