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.

Jagoan realized why the Master wanted to

too hard. And all the elemental attacks had no effect on it. This was

had a feeling, this thin stick was beyond his

Jagoan didn’t place it in his storage

elemental nature. However, in this blessed land, the biggest treasure, the Demonic Beast City, had been destroyed by him. Therefore, in the next few days, although there would be occasional gains, in

***

Time passed.

it was the eleventh day of the

transmitted out. Because there was not much time left, cultivators in the blessed land obviously sped up the search for treasures. At the

because no one was willing to waste any more time searching for any more precious materials. And at that time, even if they found it, it would be inevitable to fight with

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 used up too much spirit tools, they would be powerless to

from the precious materials to the cultivators when they could not

all 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

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, it was better to plunder directly and gain

fights in the blessed land had increased by

met such situations twice. However, Jagoan had his own principles. If it were not for the disciples of the Golden Fox Sect, he would

the other party’s storage pouches. Just like that, after encountering two cultivators who tried to ambush him, Jagoan found that he

the higher the elemental property was, the more difficult it was to improve. It was almost

had obtained in his Storage Ring. After returning, he would refine them into elixirs and gave them to Jagoan and his companions. The help these natural precious materials brought to them must be

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day, in the depths of the Heaven’s Edge Sect, mountains surrounded the towering palace in