The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

The snake head was Carson Montgomery’s head.

Although it had lost its vitality at this moment, the huge and ferocious snake head still had a very visual impact.

If it was someone who walked at night, he would be scared to death when he saw such a big snake head standing in front of him.

However, what drew the interest of Little Candy was not the snake head, but the pair of sharp venomous teeth on the snake head’s jaws.

The snake’s head was as big as a horse carriage, and its two poisonous teeth were even taller than Caspian’s even if they were slightly curved.

The surface of poisonous teeth was white, but there was a touch of light blue on the tip.

Caspian pondered for a moment and reached out to knock on the poisonous tooth.

Ding…

A crisp sound came.

After a while, there was a echo from poisonous teeth.

Caspian’s face suddenly changed color.

Then, surprise appeared in his eyes.

He had studied craftsmanship before.

There was a layer of special craftsmanship in Tower of Life.

He had even personally refined an an almost spirit tool.

Therefore, he had also been involved in craftsmanship materials.

Caspian was certain that this pair of poisonous teeth was definitely a good material for refining magic weapons.

A demon’s body was much more condensed than a cultivator.

In addition, Carson Montgomery had devoured hundreds of thousands of common people to refine their bodies and cultivate their innate physical quality.

Although it was cruel, there was one thing Caspian had to admit.

His snake body, especially this pair of poisonous teeth, had already surpassed the realm of ordinary demons’ organs.

This was already a material that could be refined into a magic weapon.

There was even a possibility that Carson himself planned to slowly cultivate the poisonous teeth and use them for refining weapons in the future.

After all, many demons were used to refining certain parts of their bodies into magic weapons.

In this way, because of the connection of blood, this kind of magic weapon was often more convenient to use.

Perhaps because it was a demon, Little Candy had no specific understanding of this kind of thing, but by instinct, it still felt that this pair of poisonous teeth was different from the others.

After confirming the value of the poisonous teeth, Caspian pulled them out without hesitation.

As for the black python body of Carson, it was burned by Caspian.

shone on Caspian’s

was two years younger than

his memory, but his brother, who was polite,

perhaps, what was displayed in front of others was not all about

everyone was good

was

breath, Caspian calmed down and looked up

light column that represented going back

left for him

to Little

“Let’s go…”

went back, it didn’t mean

it

that appeared on that mysterious warship that Carson Montgomery had

exactly was the

existence was Crape Myrtle

did not look relaxed because he

he became even more

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the platform at the entrance

the ground, his eyes wide open and his mouth

for breath, looking

Heaven‘s Edge Pointing Heart Sword and storage pouch from the

his opponent‘s body

others saw it, they were

Severing Road, there were people who had acquired a lot, and some who had to make use of this final

more than three hundred people entered the

seven days had passed, only a hundred people had gathered on this

Only one-third had returned.

reality was more cruel

moment, almost all of the more

injured became prey in the eyes of others. After all, the path to Spirit Severing was not over

Edge Pointing Heart Sword, he would gain a

while, another fight

first, they were caught off guard and

was poked in the chest of

on his face, he was

was a cultivator who looked

mess, and his clothes were

whether it was because of his appearance or his seven days

this moment, he was in a

opened his

of the crowd, he counted them and

envy and jealousy, but no

six Heaven’s Edge Pointing Heart Swords hanging from his

at least five cultivators on the Spirit

cultivator’s attack showed that he was

best not to provoke such a person when they

not mean

the dirty cultivator had already tasted