The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 2291

At this time, what was displayed in front of Caspian were attractive pictures.

The fairy voice was beautiful and fragrant.

Everything seemed to happen in reality.

All of this was the temptation of the grey-robed elder to Caspian.

At the same time, the chanting of the eight children seemed more like a curse. People couldn't help but follow the old man's plan and sink into the beautiful image, unable to extricate themselves.

Looking at Caspian, the old man's face was still full of mercy, but he couldn't help smiling.

How many times had it been? All creatures couldn't escape the temptation of wealth and power. This time, it wouldn't be an exception.

As long as he relied on this method to continuously absorb the essence blood of creatures, sooner or later, he could leave this place, dominate heaven and earth!

Thinking of this, the old man's eyes could not help but flash with enthusiasm.

Suddenly, he felt that the chanting of the children beside him became slow.

He sent his divine sense out, causing the eight children's bodies to tremble and begin to chant.

A series of notes intertwined around Caspian.

But soon, the old man felt that something was wrong.

If it were in the past, the opposite cultivator would have long been lured to the point where there was no distinction between directions.

But today, this guy's realm was at the lowest stage among the cultivators who came to Glory City. The cultivator didn’t enter the Real Immortal Realm.

But he didn't know what was going on, but the cultivator still stood still.

Even his eyes remained clear.

The old man suddenly felt a little impatient and was about to take action in person.

At this moment, he saw Caspian's gaze penetrate the illusory image and land directly on him.

At this moment, the old man could not help but feel his courage shrink. He felt as if his soul had been penetrated by the other party, and his whole body was cold.

"This?"

Caspian spoke and attacked.

A large cluster of Stellar River rapidly gathered in his palm.

In an instant, the Milky Way was scattered, and the Milky Way moved. Countless stars burst out dazzling light, and starlight swept everything.

Swoosh!

The illusory images were immediately swept away.

"Oh no!" The old man roared. Then he pointed his five fingers to the sky, and rays of strange red light appeared on his fingertips. He screamed and flew toward the eight children.

The eight children suddenly looked ferocious and roared. Their bodies bulged and their skin was torn. They turned into tall and fierce Asuras.

Instantly, streams of powerful aura formed a terrifying storm.

Each of the eight Asuras had black horns on their heads.

Each corner was as thick and long as a person's arm, with ink-like water flowing in it. Any drop seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds.

These eight Asuras were completely different from the children who had just been carved.

Caspian sneered. "This is your real appearance."

"So what if you see through them? You are nothing more than an ant of the Amethyst Palace Realm. You must die!" The old man roared, pointing at Caspian. "Tear him to shreds!"

Boom!

The air exploded again and again. The eight Asuras rushed to Caspian like meteors.

Everyone’s speed was so fast that it was hard to imagine.

Even space seemed unable to contain them.

At first glance, their figures kept disappearing and appearing in the air. They were not only ghostly, but also with a power that ordinary people could not reach.