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.

were too high, far beyond the standard of ordinary cultivators. Therefore, the vast spiritual Qi and vigor could only help him polish and refine his

still a long way to go before

the remaining ten days, he needed to stabilize his realm so that he could have a deeper understanding of the current magical power

Gates of Hell had gone somewhere, which made him a little sad. However, this emotion only lingered in Moana’s

search for more opportunities in the depths of the

Sect, he would have a lot of time to cultivate

this, Moana no

In an instant, he tore the muddy void apart and shot toward the

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

all the souls were torn into pieces by Moana. At the same time, deep in the Gates of Hell, this was a dark void without

of chaos. It was gray, making

Everything was rotten, like a muddy

big bubble burst out

Swoosh!

a skeleton wearing a sharp helmet slowly

the human skeleton, the skeleton’s arm was longer. If it

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

deeply. It was more like

of blue phosphorus fire condensed in the skeleton’s palm. With a wave of its arm, the phosphorus fell into

became smaller and smaller. It looked like a

minutes, as the hole was completely closed, the burning phosphorus disappeared. In this way, the

return of

voice echoed out through the mist, filling the