The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 2191

A bald, fat man with a kind face, big ears and shoulders, narrowed his eyes, was sleeping soundly.

If it weren't for the Blood Lotus full of evil thoughts under his body and the prayer beads made of skeletons around his neck, it would have been difficult to connect him with a devil.

As he breathed and snored, rumbling sounds could be heard from up above, like thunder, like war drums, as well as the sounds of battle cries.

Caspian did not act rashly.

The formation that had suppressed this demon earlier showed that he was definitely not simple.

And at this time, the feeling of Caspian also made him a little confused.

He should have felt waves of pressure when facing a fiendish demon.

But at this time, this person who Caspian was facing was like air, almost invisible.

If Caspian could not detect it, it could only mean one problem.

Either the other party had no cultivation, or his cultivation was so profound that it was hard for Caspian to reach.

"What realm is he in?" Caspian pondered for a moment and asked in his heart.

"Weak..."

This was equivalent to not saying anything.

For the one behind the Gates of Hell, the man was naturally very weak.

However, at this moment, Caspian did not know where to start.

However, been hesitating was not the character of Caspian.

After a while, he suddenly raised his hand, and the blood-red spear shot out instantly.

Phew!

The long spear stabbed fiercely, stirring up huge waves of blood in the void.

All of a sudden, the surrounding space was distorted, as if it had turned into beams of power, and chains were violently rolling around.

The bald fat man on the blood lotus was still sleeping, as if he had not noticed anything.

But just as the spear was about to pierce him, the fat man suddenly stopped breathing.

Almost at the same time, the world was silent.

A horrible pressure instantly came.

The whole world seemed to be controlled by a giant hand.

Everything was imprisoned.

The spear trembled less than a foot away from the Blood Lotus, and then collapsed silently.

A purple light immediately surged around Caspian.

"Purple Yin Ghostly Shield!"

"Saint Emperor Demon Subduing Bell!"

The strong defense directly enveloped him.

Caspian stared at the bald fat man on the Blood Lotus.

After a while, the bald fatty opened his eyes.

Although there was only a gap between them, at this moment, it was as if the whole universe and the shaking universe rushed out from it and poured down in an instant, drowning the whole world.

Bang!

There were continuous explosions.

The purple crystal wall enveloping Caspian exploded into powder.

The illusory image of the Sage Emperor Demon-subduing Bell was also immediately annihilated.

Almost in an instant, the two absolute defenses were broken down.

In the past, such a situation had never happened.

The bald, fat man's eyes seemed to fill with something.

The entire universe was filled with roiling killing intent, soaring smoke, and sin.

Caspian felt his body freeze in midair.

Among the cultivators he had come into contact with, it seemed that there had never been anyone who called himself "the humble monk".

All the cultivators, sects, and demonic beasts did not seem to have such a title.

At this time, Caspian hoped that the other party could say more.

He could not only get more information about this fierce demon through the other party’s mouth.

On the other hand, when the other party mentioned the word "ant", Caspian clearly felt that the Gates of Hell shook slightly.

Obviously, someone felt offended.

"Time flies. The blood lotus hasn't melted yet, which means it's not yet the time for me to wake up." The fierce demon raised his eyelids.

Perhaps it was as thin as a piece of paper, but at this moment, Caspian felt that the pressure around him suddenly increased a hundred times!

His muscles and bones began to rumble.

"Oh? An blood magical power? That's rare. When I was trapped back then, the physique cultivators were already very rare." The fiendish demon was a bit surprised.

But then, he shook his head and said, "It's not the right time. I should continue to sleep. You are a mosquito that has disturbed Nine Sufferings Demonic Monk’ sleep. You can leave now."

It's time to sleep... it's time to sleep..."

The demonic monk, who claimed to be the Nine Disasters, yawned as he spoke. Just as he was about to fall down again, he suddenly seemed to realize something. His body, which had fallen to the side, suddenly stopped. He raised his fair and fat palm and counted with his fingers.

The next moment, he pinched his thumb and index finger.

Black flowing light condensed on his fingertip.

"Demon-slaying Spear!" Caspian narrowed his eyes.

The other party was indeed a cultivator with great magic power. At this moment, not only did he find out that Caspian had the Devil-slaying Spear, but he also directly took out the killing treasure from Caspian’s storage ring, and he had no way to stop it!

"The things of the Devil Tribe are not for the Human Tribe to use. Go ahead, go ahead. I will continue to sleep."

Putting the Devil-slaying Spear on the blood lotus in front of him, the Nine Sufferings Demonic Monk yawned and no longer looked at Caspian. He closed his eyes and waved his hand casually, ready to fall.

At the same time, an amazing force, like a torrent of time and space, swung toward Caspian.

It was as if the entire universe was about to explode!