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!

golden light flashing, as if they were talking about their strength when they were

were piled up. No one knew how many years they had existed, nor did they know how many humans, demons, sea races, and Fiendgods had died. However, the human skeleton held the sickle in its hands, stepping on countless

sensed something. Its feet stood still, and its gaze turned towards an area of

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

and smiled like a human, but soon retracted

sounds along the way inexplicably disappeared. After

figure wrapped in a black robe slowly

low. The moisture in the air turned into snowflakes, and even the space was

In an instant, the human skeleton and the black-robed man turned into two different

This was a somewhat withered and rotten face that didn’t

horrible cold air. Even a Nirvana stage cultivator would likely be frozen

extremely powerful and

back,” the black-robed zombie said after thinking for a while. His tone

other party would really come back.

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,

my… Things…” The

sentence, like thunder, suddenly shattered all the

It’s not too late for you to leave now.”

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

there was an expression on his face, the human skeleton should be impatient at this time. “I… Said… I want to… Take

more.

carved on his palm. The moment he lifted it, a large ice and

500 kilometers,