The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Blood and flesh flew everywhere. The rolling spiritual Qi, like heavy rain, poured down as these Lords of Heaven died.

A twisted figure appeared in the rain of blood. Facing Moana, the figure looked ferocious.

“You will definitely regret it! If you kill us, you’ll be doomed! The master behind us, you will always…”

Bang!

Moana was too lazy to listen to his nonsense and slapped the ball of Divine Soul to pieces. What this guy said was like if Moana stopped now, they would let Moana go.

The heavy rain of spiritual Qi poured down from all directions, and the rumbling sound was like a big hole in the sky. Gray mist floated around. However, the mist seemed to be afraid of something. It just wandered thousands of miles away and did not dare to approach.

Moana knew that those were actually the vengeful souls here.

These resentful souls felt the vigor and spiritual Qi here, just like the people in the darkness who would take the initiative to look for candle, so they gathered around. But because Moana was here, they dared not approach it.

If these vigor and spiritual Qi were candles and bonfires that could warm people, then Moana would be the burning sun. If they approached directly, they would be burned to ashes.

Of course, he could not waste these spiritual Qi and vigor. After all, they all came from the cultivators of the Real Immortal Realm.

If these were left behind to the souls, wouldn’t it be necessary to condense themselves and harm other cultivators?

So Moana opened his mouth and took a breath. A vortex immediately appeared in front of him.

The spiritual Qi and vigor from all directions turned into a lying tornado. In an instant, it was swallowed by him and refined directly. Streaks of spirit light emitted from Moana’s body.

If these spiritual Qi and vigor fell on other cultivators, it would definitely be a great opportunity and a great tonic.

too high, far beyond the standard of ordinary cultivators. Therefore,

was still a long way to go before

of the trial test. In the remaining ten days, he needed to stabilize his realm so that he could have a deeper understanding of the current magical power and continue to look for

could discuss it with him and ask for his opinion. But now, the one behind the Gates of Hell had gone somewhere, which made him a little sad. However, this emotion only lingered in

his decision. He continued to search for more opportunities in the

have a lot of time to cultivate magical power skills. But it would not

of this, Moana no longer

sword. In an instant, he tore the muddy void

in the surroundings and transformed into rolling dark clouds had no time to dodge before they were instantly

the souls were torn into pieces by Moana. At the same time, deep in the Gates of Hell, this was a dark

a state of chaos. It was gray, making it difficult to distinguish the

his best to see. Everything was rotten, like a

burst out in

Swoosh!

white skeleton arm reached out. Then, a skeleton wearing

skeleton, the skeleton’s arm was longer. If it completely hung down, it

the swamp and turned around as if it was looking around. After a while, it faced one direction, stood

deeply. It was more like someone announcing his

the hand. A ball of blue phosphorus fire condensed in the skeleton’s palm. With a wave of its arm, the

instantly burned. But soon, the pit became smaller and smaller. It looked

burning phosphorus disappeared. In this way, the relationship between him and the Gates of Hell would

of a

skeleton flicked the armor on its head with its fingers and made a clang sound. The voice echoed out through the mist, filling the empty world with a sinister and bizarre air. Then, the skeleton stepped