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…”

up,

test had

we are going to be brought to the

expect that the real face of the inner ring would be

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

don’t want this to happen. Moreover, I don’t think that I will remain in the Great Ghost-burying Tomb. I will come out alive and

disciples replied casually, discussing the

them were sincere and some were fake, which

Divine Sense staring at him. However, the sea of undead under the white bone ship had a great influence on the extending

it was staring at Jagoan, as if it was not going to let him escape. It was a bit difficult to find him here.

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

was instantly

all the changes would not be good. They would

it finally stopped moving and floated above the undead

but Jagoan and the others had already entered a state of

happened. Especially in such a competition on the Mystic

Bang!

moment, huge tentacles rushed out of the sea of undead and rushed toward the 120 disciples of the Divine Martial Sect. They seemed to possess life, wisdom, and a very tricky angle. Each strike

120 people who could advance to this stage were not easy to deal with. Their eyes all flickered, or their expressions didn’t change. They displayed their magical powers, summoning their magic treasures to deal with this

Boom!

tentacles and turned into nothing. In addition, numerous figures with terrifying auras climbed out from the undead sea and charged towards

Someone recognized what appeared in

arrived at the Ghost-burying Tomb yet. Why are we

packed