The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1795

Zuo Shuanglong was shocked and angry.

But at this moment, not only did his qi and blood flow backward, but his spiritual Qi was also shattered in his meridians. He could not run smoothly. All he could do was to watch the woman in the black dress smile and punch him again.

This punch was clearly thousands of feet away.

But at this moment, in the eyes of Zuo Shuanglong, it was like the sun and the moon were all broken by this punch.

He was like an insignificant speck of dust, about to be crushed by the other party.

"Nine Yang Heavenly Falling Sun Umbrella!"

At this time, Wan Yanjie, who was not far away, shouted and threw out the golden umbrella in his hand.

The surging spiritual Qi was fiercely activated. In an instant, it was as if a spoonful of oil had been added to the raging fire.

The boiling golden light melted into metal and the scorching sun shot toward the woman in the black dress like a flood, about to swallow her up in an instant.

"This treasure is not bad."

To Wan Yanjie and the others' surprise, however, the woman in the black dress was not afraid at all. With a grim smile, she reached out to grab the golden light.

The golden light, which was enough to burn a cultivator that had just entered Heavenly Spirit Realm into a severely injury in an instant, reflected on the hand of the woman in the black dress at this time. It was like warm water and did not work at all.

As for the woman in the black dress, she stretched out her arms as if she was looking for something. She seemed to have extended infinitely and crossed the void. In an instant, she crossed the distance of the golden light, grabbed the golden umbrella, and pulled it violently.

Wan Yanjie suddenly felt that there was a great force that was going to pull the Nine Yang Heavenly Falling Sun Umbrella away from him.

The umbrella had been stained with blood, and now he felt as if his blood had been peeled off.

This feeling made him extremely shocked and angry.

"How dare you!" With an angry roar, Wan Yanjie's long hair parted like a tide.

Behind his long hair, his forehead suddenly wriggled and opened a vertical eye!

This was the reason why he had been covering his face with his long hair.

As soon as the vertical eye opened, a golden light shot into the palm of the woman in the black dress with incomparable majesty, like a god descending from heaven.

Sizzle.

It was as if a piece of meat had been thrown into a pan of oil.

The palm of the woman in the black dress was instantly turned into a bloody mess.

The woman in the black dress did not frown. She immediately laughed and said, "That's all?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly leaned forward, regardless of the injury on her palm. She opened her five fingers as if she wanted to grab the sky, and suddenly pulled it.

She immediately held the Nine Yang Heavenly Falling Sun Umbrella tightly in her hand.

The next moment, Wan Yanjie felt that he had lost contact with the Nine Yang Heavenly Umbrella.

A strong killing intent flashed through his eyes as he stared at the woman in the black dress.

At this time, the woman in the black dress was also looking at him. Her hand holding the handle of the umbrella was almost penetrated. At this moment, blood was constantly oozing out from her fingers, flowing down the handle of the umbrella.

She snorted coldly and said, "I want this treasure. If you have the ability, you can take it yourself!"

After that, the woman in the black dress immediately turned around and flew in the direction of the coming.

"Don't let her escape!" Wan Yanjie and Zuo Shuanglong shouted at the same time.

The two instantly turned into two beams of flowing light and chased after the woman in the black dress.

The other three disciples followed closely behind.

The black flood dragon ancestor, who was chasing Caspian, did not see Caspian after flying all the way. She was wondering when she saw a cultivator with long hair covering his face suddenly break through the air and attack without saying a word.

In an instant, the thunder and lightning, like roaring dragons, poured down toward her.