The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

When Jagoan put away the materials for setting up the formation and left to continue to look for the Immortal Fate, a rare blank look appeared in his eyes.

Jagoan squatting on his shoulder had a strange expression on its face. Its mouth puffed from time to time as if it was recalling something. The reason was because of the seemingly inconspicuous stick. It was as black as a burning bamboo and as heavy as black iron.

Biting it in the mouth?

There was no smell at all. In fact, Jagoan could not bite it.

Jagoan even tried it himself. Nor could he bite.

After he took a bite, his teeth would not ache. But the thin stick didn’t even leave a mark.

Seeing this, it was hard to believe.

After biting for a long time, Jagoan didn’t wear down the thin stick bit by bit. It directly showed its real body. The kylin burning with red flames all over its body held the stick and bit it hard.

Unfortunately, it still had no effect.

Jagoan spat out flames, but the stick did not change in the flames that kylin spat out. Not to mention melting, even the temperature had not changed.

Jagoan then tried some methods.

The lightning bolts, the fire, and the force were distorted. No method could change the thin stick at all. If this thin stick could change into a human shape, Jagoan even suspected that it would become a thin old man with a disdainful sneer and looked at him and Jagoan with a mocking look.

then that Jagoan realized why the Master wanted to keep this stick in his storage

elemental attacks had no

had a feeling, this thin stick

by him. In addition to further research, Jagoan didn’t place it in his storage pouch like the cultivator did. Instead, it

Jagoan was still looking for all kinds of exotic minerals and produce that could improve the elemental nature. However, in this blessed land, the biggest treasure, the Demonic Beast City, had been destroyed by

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Time passed.

was the eleventh day of the opening

was not much time left, cultivators in the blessed land obviously sped up

Once there were precious materials that were selected at the same time, a great battle was inevitable. It was because no one was willing to waste any more time searching for any more precious materials. And at that time, even

that was the case, it would be better for them to take advantage of the fact that they didn’t run out of energy and compete with their full strength to win. Otherwise, if they

had shifted their attention from the precious materials to the cultivators when they

the cultivators in this blessed land had gained something. It was just a matter of numbers. Therefore, some cultivators with higher realms and strength, or cultivators with a large number of people, no longer spent their energy looking

them so much effort to find one treasure. Even if they saw such a large piece of treasure in the forest, according to the rules set by Crape Myrtle Sect, they could only pick one. In that case,

kinds of bloody fights in the blessed land had increased by at least dozens of times

Jagoan had his own principles. If it were not for the disciples of the Golden Fox Sect, he would not have taken the initiative to plunder others. But

two cultivators who tried to ambush him, Jagoan found that he had saved up a lot of treasures. However, the Heaven and Earth Treasures he had collected now were no

achieved at this time. Moreover, the higher the elemental property was, the more difficult it was to improve. It was almost impossible for him to improve two more points in a short time. It was

all the Heaven and Earth Treasures he had obtained in his Storage Ring. After returning, he would refine them into elixirs and gave them to Jagoan and

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Sect, mountains surrounded the towering palace in the air. The golden figure