The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

At this time, the tornados that flew out were all vengeful souls that had condensed here.

They were all forced out by the ice magical power of Caspian.

Although there were a lot of these vengeful souls, and the hundreds of tornados whizzed between heaven and earth, leaving a long gully on the ground with a casual movement, they were much weaker than the soul that attacked Caspian.

Caspian snorted and a silver light flashed between his eyebrows.

"The Second Move of Sword!"

Swoosh!

A cold light suddenly enveloped the world

Everything seemed to have fallen into a cold winter. The trees looked bleak and cold.

Almost in an instant, the faces on the tornado showed a look of extreme fear. They wailed and condensed into half-human and half-beast figures, running wildly around.

However, as soon as they moved, they were cut into pieces.

Then, the flames were shining. They were like coal residue scattered in the air and were instantly burned up.

For Caspian, these dead souls could be solved without the strength to eat.

However, just as Caspian was about to leave and continue to fly forward to explore, he suddenly had a thought and fell down.

When the tornados rose just now, deep pits appeared on the ground.

At this time, Caspian came to one of the big pits and looked down.

The pit was obviously different from the other big holes.

Although the pit around him was eerie and as dark as ink, it gave people a feeling that it was deep. At this time, Caspian was facing a big pit, which was surrounded by gray fog. One could even vaguely hear the chanting, as if there were many people praying inside.

"You feel right," Caspian said.

The next moment, a voice came from the one behind the Gates of Hell. "This... may be... a little... tricky..."

"Yes, I can tell.” Caspian looked at the slowly flowing gray fog, nodded, and said, "The dead souls have a natural pursuit of living animals, so they are often full of killing intent. But the guy in the deep pit gives me a sacred and inviolable feeling.

If it were in other places, I might have thought that this was an expert or a Greater Power.

"But here, it can only be said that the dead soul has broken away from the essence of the dead soul after a long time of cultivation and has transcended another stage. It is just like the transformation of life when a cultivator reaches the Real Immortal Realm.”

"That's right..." The one behind the Gates of Hell confirmed what Caspian said

"In that case, as soon as I came to this Glory City, I met a powerful guy.” While speaking, Caspian flashed and flew into the deep pit like a flowing light.

According to the speed of Caspian, he could reach the bottom of the deep pit in an instant.

But at this time, the pit was like a bottomless pit. Caspian had flown for almost 15 minutes, but there was still no sign of reaching the bottom.

Only the thick gray smoke around him and the louder and clearer chanting were telling Caspian that he was getting closer and closer to his target. Otherwise, he would definitely think that he had lost himself in a big formation.

After flying down for a while, Caspian suddenly stopped.

At this time, the gray fog around him had become thicker and thicker, looking like turbid water. Not only that, but the sound of the singing also crept into his ears from all directions, as if a demonic sound had entered his ears. Even if he blocked his ears, it could not be stopped.

When he heard the song on the ground before, it still gave people a sense of calm. But at this time, the voices around him became more and more urgent and went straight into people's hearts. It made people feel like they were about to scream and run around until they were exhausted. Caspian sneered and said, "To twist the void and reverse Yin and Yang, I want to see what you are." As soon as he finished speaking, Caspian took off the Sunset Bow on his back, swept it with his Divine Awareness, quickly determined the position, pulled the bow, and shot.

In an instant, a bright Flowing Fire lit up the dark pit.

The fire burst out, and something at the end suddenly exploded as if it had hit something.

In an instant, it was as if tens of thousands of summer fireworks had been detonated. Countless rays of light shot out in all directions like silver flowers, illuminating the void as bright as day and almost melting on the spot.

Crack!

At the same time, the surrounding void began to shatter.

The whole Void seemed to be unable to withstand the power of Caspian. It began to collapse and be completely destroyed.

But at this time, a sigh came from above Caspian.

"Alas, the world is suffering, and you are no exception."

This sigh was full of compassionand understanding.

Caspian looked up and saw a gray-robed elder appear in midair.

The old man had white hair and a youthful face. His face was full of kindness, like a wise elder, looking at Caspian with pity.

On both sides of him stood eight boys and girls, still singing.

Although the eight boys and girls looked very pink and lovely, their eyes were like old people, full of vicissitudes and turbid, making people feel very uncomfortable.

Not only that, but also the eight boys and girls kept chanting.

They were obviously children, but their voice was full of both men and women, old and young. Not eight people, but more like eight hundred or eight thousand people. Such a situation was really creepy.

The old man let out a soft sigh, then extended his five fingers and slapped them forward.

The constantly melting void stopped collapsing

The continuously scattering Flowing Fire also gathered in his palm and condensed into a ball.

The old man looked at Caspian. It seemed that he was sure to win, but at the same time, he seemed to be condescending and did not take Caspian seriously.

However, the words he said were full of gentleness. "It's your fate to be here. In that case, I'll enlighten you to eliminate your hostility and become my child boy. In the future, you can educate the world and enjoy the highest worship.”

As soon as the old man’s words left his mouth, the eight children around him took a step forward. Their singing became more and more rapid and loud, as if a demonic voice had entered the ears. It was filled with an enticing, seductive aroma.

At this moment, the gray smoke around Caspian began to condense into the illusory image of treasure light.

These illusions were all moving images.

During the images, Caspian was sitting on the throne and millions of cultivators kneeling beneath him.

There were magic treasures and spirit stones piled up in front of the treasure.

There was also Caspian lying on the bed, enjoying the service of countless beautiful female cultivators and enjoying all the glory and wealth.