The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

The rolling spiritual Qi, like heavy rain, poured down as these Lords of Heaven died.

A twisted figure appeared in the rain of blood.

Facing Caspian, the figure looked ferocious.

"You will definitely regret it!

If you kill us, you'll be doomed!

The master behind us, you will always..."

Peng!

Caspian was too lazy to listen to his nonsense and slapped the ball of Divine Soul to pieces. What this guy said was like if Caspian stopped now, they would let Caspian go.

The heavy rain of spiritual Qi poured down from all directions, and the rumbling sound was like a big hole in the sky.

Gray mist floated around.

However, the mist seemed to be afraid of something. It just wandered thousands of miles away and did not dare to approach.

Caspian knew that those were actually the vengeful souls here.

These resentful souls felt the vigor and spiritual Qi here, just like the people in the darkness who would take the initiative to look for Candle, so they gathered around.

But because Caspian was here, they dared not approach it.

If these vigors and spiritual Qis were candles and bonfires that could warm people, then Caspian would be the burning sun. If they approached directly, they would be burned to ashes.

Of course, Caspian could not waste these spiritual Qis and vigors.

After all, they all came from the cultivators of the Real Immortal Realm. If these were left behind to the souls, wouldn't it be necessary to condense themselves and harm other cultivators?

So Caspian opened his mouth and took a breath.

A vortex immediately appeared in front of him.

The spiritual Qis and vigors from all directions turned into a lying tornado. In an instant, it was swallowed by him and refined directly.

Streaks of spirit light emitted from Caspian's body.

If these spiritual Qis and vigors fell on other cultivators, it would definitely be a great opportunity and a great tonic.

Unfortunately, Caspian's current requirements for promotion were too high, far beyond the standard of ordinary cultivators.

Therefore, the vast spiritual Qi and vigor could only help him polish and refine his Dao body. There was still a long way to go before he reached the next realm.

There were only ten days left before the end of the trial test.

In the remaining ten days, he needed to stabilize his realm so that he could have a deeper understanding of the current magical power and continue to look for opportunities. Caspian had not completely thought about it.

If the one behind the Gates of Hell was still there, Caspian could discuss it with him and ask for his opinion.

But now, the one behind the Gates of Hell had gone somewhere, which made Caspian a little sad. However, this emotion only lingered in Caspian's heart for a moment before completely dissipating. After all, Caspian was not indecisive.

Soon, he made his decision.

He continued to search for more opportunities in the depths of the Black-White Pagoda.

When he entered the Divine Martial Sect, he would have a lot of time to cultivate magical power skills.

But it would not be so easy to enter the Black-White Pagoda again.

Thinking of this, Caspian no longer hesitated.

His figure was like a sharp sword. In an instant, he tore the muddy void apart and shot toward the distance.

The dead souls that were entrenched in the surroundings and transformed into rolling dark clouds had no time to dodge before they were instantly blasted open by Caspian.

After a series of screams, all the souls were torn into pieces by Caspian.

At the same time, deep in the Gates of Hell.

This was a dark void without a sun.

The world was in a state of chaos. It was gray, making it difficult to distinguish the directions. Caspian tried his best to see. Everything was rotten, like a muddy swamp shrouded in fog.

At this time, a big bubble burst out in the swamp.

Swoosh!

First, a white skeleton arm reached out.

Then, a skeleton wearing a sharp helmet slowly climbed up from the swamp.

Compared to the human skeleton, the skeleton's arm was longer. If it completely hung down, it would reach the knee.

At this time, the skeleton stood on the swamp and turned around as if it was looking around. After a while, it faced one direction, stood still, and slowly straightened its chest.

This action was like a person breathing deeply.

It was more like someone announcing his return.

He raised the hand.

A ball of blue phosphorus fire condensed in the skeleton’s palm.

With a wave of its arm, the phosphorus fell into the pit where he had just climbed out.

The pit instantly burned.

But soon, the pit became smaller and smaller.

It looked like a wound was healing rapidly.

In less than 15 minutes, as the hole was completely closed, the burning phosphorus disappeared. In this way, the relationship between him and the Gates of Hell would be temporarily cut off. What he was going to do next was.-

The return of a king!

The skeleton flicked the armor on its head with its fingers and made a clang sound.

The voice echoed out through the mist, filling the empty world with a sinister and bizarre air. Then, the skeleton stepped forward.

Caspian was flying forward. Suddenly, he felt something and stopped.

Soon, he found that the Gates of Hell in his sea of consciousness had changed.

A faint blue light suddenly appeared in the Gates of Hell, making people feel a chill that seeped into their bones.

Before Caspian could react, the blue light had already turned into a ball of fire. It flew out of the Gates of Hell and out of Caspian’s sea of consciousness and came to him.

Caspian was stunned by the fire.

Didn't the one behind the Gates of Hell say he was leaving?

What was going on?

Did he just leave and come back?

Or was this something left for Caspian?

After thinking for a while, Caspian raised his hand and grabbed the fire.

The phosphorus seemed to have sensed something. The moment Caspian raised his hand, it suddenly rushed forward and directly shot into the space between Caspian's eyebrows and disappeared instantly.

Caspian blinked and suddenly felt a chill spreading from between his eyebrows to his head, body, and limbs.

This feeling was not very comfortable, but it made him more sensitive to the surroundings.

There seemed to be whispers coming from his ears.

These voices were there but Caspian couldn't them in the past.

Now, with the phosphorus entering Caspian's body, he became more and more integrated into this world.

"Could this be..." As soon as Caspian thought of this, the sea of consciousness changed again.

A chain with blue flames suddenly appeared on the Gates of Hell.

One end of the chain was connected to the Gates of Hell.

The other end rushed straight out of the sea of consciousness.