The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

The blue flame, as if breaking through the dark sea, suddenly pounced on him.

Caspian was stunned, and then his left palm started burning.

The deep blue flames made his face turn blue.

Caspian looked at his palm and his face changed slightly.

The key to the Netherworld Gate in his left hand changed.

The Netherworld Gate was in Caspian's left palm.

Caspian did not know the exact relationship between the Netherworld Gate and the Gates of Hell. But they almost appeared at the same time.

The only difference was that the Gates of Hell was not controlled by Caspian.

The Netherworld Gate was one of Caspian’s trump cards.

However, as Caspian's strength continued to increase and his means increased, the Netherworld Gate had limited the use of this trump card.

However, the Netherworld Gate's destructive power was too strong.

Opening the Netherworld Gate was like opening a black hole.

Everything that was unfavorable to Caspian was sucked in and then disappeared forever. Although killing enemies in this way was straightforward, Caspian could not get any benefits.

But at this time, the chakram in Caspian’s palm had obviously changed.

At this moment, the blue flame burning on his palm was like forging this chakram.

A stronger aura spread out from his palm.

Suddenly, a cultivation method formula emerged in Caspian’'s mind.

One by one, flickering characters flashed across his eyes.

But Caspian had the ability to remember everything.

When the words disappeared, he carefully recalled.

When he opened his eyes again, a bright light flashed in them.

At the same time, the blue flame burning in his palm also went out.

A layer of sawteeth appeared on the edge of the chakram left in his palm. It looked more like a snake with its head connected to its head.

"Ha."

Caspian smiled.

Needless to say, he also knew that this must be the one left behind by the Gates of Hell.

After getting along with the one behind the Gates of Hell for so long, Caspian could not say that he had completely mastered that man's character, but he also had a certain degree of understanding. This benefit must have been prepared.

However, since the one behind the Gates of Hell was about to leave, he always felt a little pretentious to hand it over directly.

So until now, he left and left such benefits to Caspian through the Gates of Hell.

"It's better to cooperate with the previous Yin Demon-controlling Claw. It's kind of thoughtful.” Caspian smiled.

But he didn't know when the other party would come back.

When that time came, he would definitely use this matter to mock the other party.

Hong!

At this moment, a roar came from afar.

Caspian looked up.

A huge mushroom cloud was rising ahead.

And in the mushroom cloud, a face with a bloody mouth was condensed.

In the next moment, countless souls rose to the sky around the mushroom cloud, like bloodthirsty bats. It was a black mass, as if there were some living animals below that attracted their attention. Caspian narrowed his eyes and scanned the area with his Divine Sense. He immediately realized that under the mushroom cloud, dozens of spiritual Qis were struggling.

One of them was something he had met not long ago.

"Why is this fellow so unlucky?"

Without hesitation, Caspian flew straight in that direction.

At the same time, under the mushroom cloud, more than a dozen female cultivators were sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The place where they sat formed a formation.

The ground was painted with thick and long lines.

However, it could be seen that this formation was hastily arranged. Although it was a defensive formation, it was rough.

At this time, each of these female cultivators was at the Formation Key. The surging spiritual Qi in their bodies was injected into the formation, forming a light shield to protect everyone.

Outside the light shield, the tornados roared, and the dead souls, who were taller than people and as big as giant bats, were waving their claws and bared their teeth. They kept hitting the light shield, making a series of thumping sounds and hitting people's hearts.

Standing in the defensive formation and looking out, Caspian only felt that the sky and the ground were filled with dead souls. There was no chance for him to escape, which made people involuntarily feel desperate.

As time went by, the female cultivators’ spiritual Qis in the formation were constantly consumed, and not only did the light shield cover become smaller and smaller, but the light wall also became weaker.

According to this trend, the formation would be broken by these dead souls in half a day.

What made these female cultivators even more worried was that these bat-like souls were constantly colliding with each other, and the tornado, which was so high that they could not see its top, was obviously an even more powerful evil.

And this soul had not taken action yet.

This was like a guillotine hanging above everyone's heads. No one knew when it would fall.

At this moment, the female cultivators looked desperate.

This feeling was like cutting flesh with a blunt knife, which was more torturous.

Those dead souls seemed to enjoy the process more.

They kept hitting the wall of light while laughing.

"Look! These human cultivators are scared!"

"Ha! The way they look terrified makes me feel so comfortable!"

"The humans I ate before are all male cultivators, but this time they are all female cultivators with tender skin. I want to enjoy it!"

"These female cultivators can also be used as cultivating stoves. In this way, we can quickly condense our bodies and become the overlords of a region. We can quickly counterattack and leave this damned place!"

The dead souls not only ridiculed the female cultivators, but also slandered them.

All the female cultivators present were geniuses from various sects and families. How could they be humiliated like this?

For a moment, they were so angry that their faces turned pale and their bodies were trembling. When they heard that these souls wanted to use their clean bodies as Incense Stoves, the female cultivators were even more ashamed and angry. They wanted to fight to the death with them. "Let's fight them to the death!" Finally, a female cultivator could not help but say.

"Not"

But as soon as she finished speaking, someone immediately stopped her.

"The purpose of the dead soul's words is to interfere with our Taoist Heart and let us abandon our formations so that they can take advantage of the opportunity to enter. Don't be fooled!" One of the dignified and calm female cultivators said.

And when this female cultivator said these words, her eyes were still looking at the girl sitting beside her with a sword box on her back.

This girl with a sword box on her back was none other than Gina Jones, who had been rescued by Caspian.