The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

There were few ordinary individuals who could become Nirvana stage cultivators. However, these things were not worth mentioning in front of the Chaos Primordial Stones.

Caspian couldn’t help but be amazed by the endless mysteries of the Primordial Chaos Stone. At the same time, in the world full of white fog.

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A looming tall figure was climbing a high mountain step by step. From the distance, it looked like a human, but it was a bit too tall.

Ordinary humans, even cultivators, rarely had such heights.

Taking a closer look, it could be found that the figure in the clouds was not bare-handed, but was practicing a very huge sickle. The sickle was as black as ink. From time to time, there would be ripples, turning into painful human faces. But soon, they broke like bubbles and returned to silence.

Such repeated actions gave people a gloomy and horrible feeling.

As a gust of cold wind blew, the clouds around the tall figure dispersed a little, revealing a white face.

There was a flame leaping in the depths of his empty eyes. It was like a candle in the wind that was extinguished with a single blow.

It was only when one truly approached it that one would realize that this little flame actually contained countless vitality. Even if the world collapsed, the Great Tao was obliterated, and the five elements were reversed, it might not be able to weaken at all!

It was a human skeleton, holding a strange sickle and climbing up the mountain.

Hu!

All of a sudden, a gust of cold wind blew and the fog surrounding the mountain was blown away, revealing its true form. The whole mountain was gray and white, and everything was made of bones.

Some of them were obviously the skeletons of the Human Clan cultivators, while others were the remains of the Demon Clan, the sea race, and even the Divine Devils!

light flashing, as if they were talking about their strength

However, the human skeleton held the sickle in its hands, stepping

turned towards an area of nothingness. If it could cross countless spaces

Promoted again… Looks like… There’s someone else… Unlucky… Ha… Ha… Very good… Very

its mouth and smiled like a human, but soon retracted

skeleton approached, the sounds along the way

a figure wrapped in a black robe slowly walked over from

condensed like a snowstorm. And the temperature around him was very low. The moisture in the air turned into snowflakes, and even the space was frozen. However, all

have been chased away. In an instant, the

his appearance. This was a somewhat withered and rotten face that didn’t belong to a living

was a zombie, and the pores all over his body were spurting out extremely horrible cold air. Even

was extremely

came back,” the black-robed zombie said after thinking for a

possibilities, but he did not think that the other party would really come back. However, today, the human skeleton did return. This meant

been many years ago, the black-robed zombie would have thought it was interesting and he would even add fuel to the fire. But now, he only felt

The

next moment, a sentence, like thunder, suddenly

back. It’s not too late for you to leave now.” The black-robed zombie frowned, and a cold air gushed

easy to deal with. It was not good that he came back, but it was also bad to fight with

the human

this, the black-robed zombie did not say anything more. He quickly raised his palm under

his palm. The moment he lifted it, a large ice and snow formation appeared

kilometers, 500 kilometers, 5,000 kilometers,