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.

on Caspian’s face, which made

was two years younger than

not many words for Carson in his memory, but his brother, who was polite, hated Caspian so much in his heart.

perhaps, what was displayed in front of others was not

was good

Caspian was the

deep breath, Caspian calmed down and looked

going back had

time left for him

waved to Little

“Let’s go…”

went back, it didn’t

it represented a new

on that mysterious

who exactly was

kind of existence was

look relaxed because he

the contrary, he became even

***

on the platform at the entrance of the Great

his

gasped for breath, looking extremely

Sword and storage pouch from the loser, including the gains

opponent‘s body into the

they were all

people who had acquired a lot, and some who had to make use of this final opportunity

ago, more than three hundred people entered the

had passed, only a hundred people had

Only one-third had returned.

reality was more

moment, almost all of the more than a hundred people gathered here were

injured became prey in the eyes of others. After

long as one took away the Heaven’s Edge Pointing Heart

while, another fight

first, they were caught off

hole was poked in the

anger on his face, he was kicked down the abyss by

winner was a cultivator who looked

in a mess, and his

his

this moment, he was in a

made another profit!” The cultivator opened his storage pouch

envious gazes of the crowd, he counted them and put them

but no one dared to take

Edge Pointing Heart Swords

meant that he had killed at least five cultivators on the Spirit Severing Road, seized their gains, and killed

that he was

was best not to provoke such a person when they were only one step away

one wanted to provoke him, it did not mean that the cultivator would give up and not

the dirty cultivator had already tasted the sweetness of continuous