The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Suddenly, a dilapidated city appeared in front of Jagoan.

The city was towering and tall. It did not look like the residence of an ordinary human, but more like the territory of a giant. Whether it was the city wall or the gate, it easily showed that it was different.

Apart from this, the ruined city’s area was extremely large. Even though it was called a city, it was equivalent to a small human country.

What really lit up Jagoan’s eyes was the Devil Qi of this dilapidated city. Vaguely, ghost faces appeared in the fog, howling and howling, as if they were venting all kinds of unwillingness and resentment before death.

Jagoan nodded with satisfaction. He raised his hand to set up the formation and then pressed down casually.

Boom!

Then, the whole city was broken into pieces with continuous roars!

The Jagoans wanted to escape in all directions, but they were constrained by some kind of inexplicable imprisonment. They could only watch as they were drowned by the terrible power of formation and were directly killed or evaporated on the spot. Some of them were even crushed into bits of energy and returned to heaven and earth.

All in all, in the blink of an eye, the ruined city and numerous Fiendish Jagoans had been erased by Jagoan. It was as though they had never appeared.

Jagoan did not leave immediately. Instead, he carefully felt the remnant power of this force, thinking about how to find out what was missing and make up for it.

Several figures slowly appeared in the distance.

The leading man was a man with a woman’s appearance, full of Yang energy and abundant Yin energy. At first glance, no one could tell whether it was a man or a woman!

This person was Henrik Qibal, one of the few people who were able to break out of the Ancient Ghostly Soul Realm in Marquis Cucakrawa’s eyes.

“Huh? This seems to be Jagoan! ” Suddenly, someone recognized the figure suspended in the air in front of them.

No one knew what he was doing. It belonged to Jagoan.

“Jagoan?” Henrik muttered to himself.

Nirvana Realm, with his strength at the first stage of the Nirvana Realm. This had attracted the attention of Marquis Cucakrawa and he wanted

know what was good for him. Not only did he reject the invitation, but he also spoke rudely

had embarrassed him. Even if the other party joined him in the future, he would

that was the case, why didn’t he take advantage of

Ivan Galak, a good-for-nothing who had spent so

was the future son that even Marquis Cucakrawa had high hopes

Henrik and the

out his Divine Senses, sensing that someone was coming, but he didn’t pay it much attention. If they passed

of advancing to the inner ring wasn’t to defeat and kill as many Jagoans as possible, but to completely master magic treasures before the end of time. However, if someone took the initiative to pick a

days, but he didn’t exercise his muscles and bones

you Jagoan?” Henrik and his companions looked down at

not even look at the other party. He continued to think about how to be better and

quit the Mystic Sky Rankings competition now. Then, you can take the initiative to kowtow to the Marquis Cucakrawa and apologize to him. If you still refuse… Hehehe…” Henrik chuckled and said, “In the world, the Divine Martial

finally withdrew his gaze from the

that the other

stepped forward and wanted to take the

Jagoan did not say a word and made several consecutive

Bang!

of them, but they crossed the endless void, obliterated the five elements, reversed the universe, and sent these people flying thousands of kilometers away.

Henrik was stunned.

What just happened?

had his companions been sent out of the Ancient Ghostly Soul

Jagoan’s simple slap just now contained an indescribable

Henrik denied this

Realm practitioner would not be able to accomplish such

could a mere Jagoan

his hand and displayed