The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

After walking for a distance, the two cultivators seemed unable to hold on any longer. They supported each other and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

“Senior Brother…” One of the female cultivators looked at the male cultivator beside her and revealed a sad smile. “Now only we are still alive…”

The male cultivator turned his neck with difficulty and looked aside.

There were several corpses of cultivators and a lot of muddy blood. After they met in Black-White Pagoda, they formed an alliance to search for treasures. However, after arriving at this area, he was suddenly attacked.

There was actually an incarnation of a Fiendgod in the souls of the dead. After a fierce battle, although both the Fiendgods and the souls of the deceased had been destroyed, only the two survived cultivator.

Looking in the direction the male cultivator was looking in, the female cultivator’s eyes could not help but turn red.

After so many people had died, they were both seriously injured. Although there was still about half of the time left for the trial test, it was almost impossible for them to get the opportunity now. Even being able to get out alive had become an extravagant hope.

“Senior Brother…” The female cultivator pondered for a moment and said, “What should we do next? I think it’s best for us to find a place to recuperate first. After all, if we meet dead souls again, we may die here…”

“What you said makes sense.” As soon as the male cultivator finished speaking, he suddenly changed the topic. “But I have a better idea.”

“Huh?” The female cultivator was confused and was about to turn around.

Suddenly, she felt a chill on her chest. When she lowered her head, she saw a bright sword light piercing through her chest.

The hilt of the Immortal’s Sword was held by the male cultivator.

“Senior Brother, you…” The female cultivator wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth and soon realized that a chill spread all over her body.

Almost in an instant, she sat still as if she had been frozen. She could only watch as the male cultivator stabbed the Immortal’s Sword deeper and deepen

male cultivator’s face was no longer as tired as after the battle. On the contrary, there

with a grim smile and slowly

me. It just so happens that I have an important task to do after entering the Black-White Pagoda. Why don’t

male cultivator

instantly emitted countless sword radiance, like a peacock opening its tail. With a ripping sound, it tore the

his palm and murmured. In the blink of an eye, a blood-soaked formation emerged. The array

of the blowing air, the flying sand and

a while, more than a dozen tall, short, and thin figures appeared

heart pounded wildly. He could not be bothered with anything else. With a ‘plop’ sound, he hurriedly knelt down toward the

the next moment, the tornado spread out, revealing the faces of the dozen or so figures. Although they all looked like cultivators,

all Demonic Beasts and they were all Great

The souls

was also a cultivator of the Real Immortal Realm, he was shivering all over in the

gritted his teeth and said, “I have done

one of the Great Saints

Saint’s palm. Within that sphere of red light, a small

they would find that this young man’s facial features were almost the

you go…” the Great

something, the male cultivator’s pupils

and rushed toward

face darkened as he clenched

cyan flame instantly burned the

male cultivator who had been rushing forward was immediately filled with despair. His body quickly withered in mid-air,

turned into a piece of dead wood. With a click,