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…”

resisted. This was because after the great white bone ship floated up, it directly took Jagoan and

test had

brought to the Ghost-burying Tomb.” A low

right. I didn’t expect that the real face of the inner ring would be the Ghost-burying Tomb.

but they did not

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

disciples replied casually, discussing the next trip to

some of them were sincere and some were fake,

white bone ship, Jagoan only felt some malicious Divine Sense staring at him. 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

if it was not going to let him escape. It was a bit

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

Everyone was

not be good. They would only be

slowed down, it finally

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

Especially in such

Bang!

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

to this stage were not easy to deal with. Their eyes all flickered, or their expressions didn’t change. They displayed their

Boom!

white bone ship was not that lucky. In an instant, it was smashed by the huge tentacles and turned into nothing. In addition, numerous figures with terrifying auras climbed out

Asura!” Someone recognized what appeared in the undead

Ghost-burying Tomb yet. Why are we

many Asuras, densely packed like mountains