The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

The blue flame, as if breaking through the dark sea, suddenly pounced on him.

Viola was stunned, and then his left palm started burning. The deep blue flames made his face turn blue.

He then looked at his palm and his face changed slightly. The key to the Netherworld Gate in his left hand changed. The Netherworld Gate was in his left palm.

Viola did not know the exact relationship between the Netherworld Gate and the Gates of Hell. But they almost appeared at the same time.

The only difference was that the Gates of Hell was not controlled by Viola.

The Netherworld Gate was one of Viola’s trump cards. However, as his strength continued to increase and his means increased, the Netherworld Gate had limited the use of this trump card.

In fact, the Netherworld Gate’s destructive power was too strong. Opening the Netherworld Gate was like opening a black hole. Everything that was unfavorable to Viola was sucked in and then disappeared forever. Although killing enemies in this way was straightforward, Viola could not get any benefits.

But at this time, the chakram in Viola’s palm had obviously changed. The blue flame burning on his palm was like forging this chakram. A stronger aura spread out from his palm.

Suddenly, a cultivation method formula emerged in Viola’s mind. One by one, flickering characters flashed across his eyes. But he had the ability to remember everything. When the words disappeared, he carefully recalled.

When he opened his eyes again, a bright light flashed in them. At the same time, the blue flame burning in his palm also went out.

A layer of saw teeth appeared on the edge of the chakram left in his palm. It looked more like a snake with its head connected to its head.

“Haha!” Viola smiled.

he also knew that this must be

also had a certain degree of understanding. This benefit must

he left and left such benefits to

to cooperate with the previous

know when the other party

came, he would definitely use this matter to mock the

Bam!

roar came

And in the

cloud, like bloodthirsty bats. It was a black mass, as if there were some living animals

mushroom cloud, dozens of spiritual Qi were struggling. One of them was something

is this

hesitation, Viola flew straight in that

than a dozen female cultivators were sitting cross-legged on the ground. The place where they sat formed a formation. The ground was painted with thick and long lines. However, it could be seen

Formation Key. The surging spiritual Qi in their bodies was injected into the

were taller than people and as big as giant bats, were waving their claws and bared their teeth. They kept

the sky and the ground were filled with dead souls. There was no chance for him to escape, which made people involuntarily

constantly consumed, and not only did the

would be broken by these dead souls in

constantly colliding with each other, and the tornado, which was so high that they could not see its top, was obviously an even more powerful evil. And this soul had not taken action

desperate. This feeling was like cutting flesh