The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1871

The distance between him and Caspian was originally more than 100 miles, but at this moment, the distance was suddenly shortened by more than twice.

As he shouted loudly and attracted the attention of Caspian, Ji Kun secretly activated a messenger.

However, he still looked as if he had just met an old friend.

"Have we met somewhere before?"

With a smile on his face, he repeated what he had just said. The distance between Ji Kun and Caspian was suddenly shortened to 30 miles.

As the distance got closer, he also saw the face of Caspian.

He had two beards, a sallow face, and a sickly look-it was this person!

This person was the one that the Tiangang Sect sent out 1,000 upper-grade spirit stones to search for!

Someone who could help to catch this person could get a thousand upper-grade spirit stones from the Tiangang Sect.

Even if they only provided information, as long as they could prove it accurate, they could get five Top Grade spirit stones as rewards.

If he could catch this person alone and hand this person over to the Tiangang Sect, as long as this person was alive, the Tiangang Sect would not only reward him with 1,000 upper-grade spirit stones, but also a Cultivation Method.

The spirit stones were precious, so what was more precious than the spirit stones was naturally the cultivation method!

Ji Kun never thought that he would be so lucky.

First, he met a group of cultivators and demonic beasts who were both injured, and he got a big bargain. Now the cultivators that the Tiangang Sect was looking for had actually fallen into the trap and been sent to him.

Could it be that this was an important day for him to walk on the path of immortality?

Thinking of this, Ji Kun couldn't help blushing, and his whole body was full of joy.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait! You look very familiar. Did we just..."

Opposite him was the lucky star that could help him make further progress on the road to immortality. Ji Kun's face was full of enthusiasm, but his right hand hidden in his sleeve clenched the cyan magic weapon long sword.

Under the cover of the long sleeves, the sharp edge kept swallowing and exhaling, giving off a destructive smell.

But before he could finish his words, Caspian suddenly raised his hand.

A magic weapon that was like a stick and a giant sword appeared in Caspian’s hand.

Immediately, a cold and bleak wind and a dark aura of despair enveloped the field.

Countless ghosts whispered from the depths of the void.

It was as if this magic weapon could communicate with the underworld and bring about a world of death.

Ji Kun's expression froze and his heart skipped a beat. He realized that something was wrong.

But the next moment, white beams burst out from the edge of the Death Word Sword.

Each stripe seemed to be dying, stretching in the air and sweeping toward him.

The terrifying chill instantly made people feel as if they had fallen into an ice river. Even the flames were frozen.

"Long River Setting Sun Kill!" Ji Kun was shocked and angry. He raised his sword and slashed.

However, as soon as the one-meter-long cyan sword popped out of his sleeve, he was completely enveloped by the sharpness of the Death Word Sword.

Streaks of power followed closely behind. In an instant, they formed a huge ball, rotating violently and turning the world upside down.

The horrible rotation almost tore the sky apart. If the Heavenly Spirit Realm cultivators were in it, they could not hold on at all.

Immediately, Ji Kun's scream came from the big ball, and blood arrows spurted out from the gap.

The group of Ji Kun's men on the ground was stunned at this time. They were all shivering and did not know what had happened.

The young girl who was surrounded in the middle was also stunned and did not understand what was going on.

The next moment, Ji Kun, covered in blood, fell from the air with a scream and fell heavily to the ground.

Suddenly, blood splashed in all directions, and the ground was covered with shocking bloodstains.

Ji Kun was covered with horrible wounds. Countless vigors and spiritual Qis poured out as if they had collapsed.