The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Just as the spectators of the Divine Martial Sect were sighing with emotion, the pitch-black space where Jagoan and the others were located also changed.

After entering this pitch-black, ink-black space, the 120 people were all resting and waiting for the next round of the competition to begin. However, after Marquis Cucakrawa announced the location of the next round was the real appearance of the inner ring was the Ghost-burying Tomb and the golden list hung high in the sky, a black vortex appeared under the feet of the 120 people.

The vortex was huge and expanded rapidly. Jagoan and the others wanted to avoid it, but before they could, they were immediately enveloped. Then, countless ghost faces appeared in the vortex.

“I’m so wronged, so hateful!”

“I don’t want to die. I want to live!”

“Give me your bodies!”

“Hahaha, since you’re here, you can stay here!”

The ghostly faces were clearly visible. Their eyes swept over Jagoan and others, and occasionally licked their lips, showing undisguised drool as if they really wanted to take over and replace them.

This wasn’t an illusion, because this type of bone-chilling feeling surged from the soles of their feet, extremely real.

Needless to say, apart from Jagoan, the one hundred and twenty people present were all fourth, fifth, and even sixth stage of Nirvana Realm true disciples. It was impossible for them to be deceived by an illusion together.

“Haha, come on, come on!”

“We are waiting for you, waiting for you in front!”

“Hurry up. Don’t let us wait too long.”

As they spoke, these densely packed ghost faces suddenly spread out and turned into a sea of undead.

A huge white bone ship appeared without saying anything. It directly drew Jagoan and the others within it.

“This is…”

ship floated up, it directly took Jagoan and the others into the Undead Sea, heading towards

test

seems that we are going to be brought to the Ghost-burying Tomb.”

be the Ghost-burying Tomb. The sect has really put in a lot of effort this

the seventh or eighth Nirvana Realm who entered but they did not return. If we are not careful, we will

in the Great Ghost-burying Tomb. I will come out alive

disciples replied casually, discussing the next

were sincere and some were fake, which was

However, the sea of undead under the white bone ship had a great influence on the extending of one’s divine sense. Moreover, the other party was just like a dragonfly

faintly discernible, as if it was staring at Jagoan, as if it was not going to let him escape. It was a bit

party would come sooner or later. When the time came, he could kill them in one fell swoop. Then there was no sound along the way. However, along the way, the

was

would not be good. They would

expected, after the ship slowed down, it finally stopped moving and floated

was silent all around, but Jagoan and the others had already entered a state of

have happened. Especially in such a

Bang!

of the Divine Martial Sect. They seemed to possess life, wisdom, and a

eyes all flickered, or their expressions didn’t

Boom!

an instant, it was smashed by the huge tentacles and turned into nothing. In addition,

recognized what appeared in the undead sea

haven’t arrived at the Ghost-burying Tomb yet. Why are we

densely packed like