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.

stage. Furthermore, he had defeated Ivan, who was at the third stage of the Nirvana Realm, with his strength

the invitation, but he also spoke rudely and even injured

dismissed Jagoan with a smile, Henrik knew very well that Jagoan had embarrassed him. Even if the other party joined him in

was the case, why didn’t he take

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

the future son that even Marquis Cucakrawa had

this in mind, Henrik and

pay it much attention. If

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 fight, Jagoan could deal

didn’t exercise his muscles and bones well. It was rare to see a

and his companions looked

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

Jagoan, since we’ve found you, even if you pretend to be deaf, you won‘t be able to escape. If you know what’s good for you, you can 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 Sect has no place for you! I hope you know what’s good for you. Don’t be shameless again

spoke, Jagoan finally withdrew his gaze from

who found Jagoan first, thought that the other party was

he stepped forward and wanted to take the lead. “Hey,

did not say a word and made several consecutive

Bang!

and sent these people flying thousands

Henrik was stunned.

What just happened?

sent out of the Ancient Ghostly Soul Realm after being

it be that Jagoan’s simple slap just now contained an indescribable power of invincibility

denied this

would not be

a mere Jagoan possess such

hand and displayed