The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1889

When Caspian 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.

Handsome 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, Handsome could not bite it.

Caspian 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.

It was hard to believe.

After biting for a long time, Handsome didn't wear down the thin stick bit by bit.

It directly showed its real body. The Qilin burning with red flames all over its body held the stick and bit it hard.

It still had no effect.

Handsome spat out flames, but the stick did not change in the flames that Qilin spat out.

Not to mention melting, even the temperature had not changed.

Even Caspian 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, Caspian even suspected that it would become a thin old man with a disdainful sneer and looked at him and Handsome with a mocking look.

It was not until then that Caspian realized why the Master wanted to keep this stick in his storage pouch.

This stick was too hard.

And all the elemental attacks had no effect on it.

This was definitely not a simple material.

Caspian had a feeling.

This thin stick was beyond his knowledge.

Naturally, this thin stick was left by Caspian.

In addition to further research, Caspian didn't place it in his storage pouch like the cultivator did. Instead, it was solemnly placed in the World of Heaven and Earth.

In the next few days, Caspian 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 him. Therefore, in the next few days, although there would be occasional gains, in general, it would inevitably make people feel a little bad.

Time passed. Soon, it was the eleventh day of the opening of the blessed land.

At this time, there were still four days before everyone in the blessed land would be transmitted out.

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

At the same time, the fighting became more frequent than before.

On the one hand, it was because everyone was in an urgent mood. 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 if they found it, it would be inevitable to fight with each other.

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

Except for Grand Pure Emperor and himself, no one else knew where the Left Protector was.

This human-shaped shadow was only a projection of his, used to transmit orders.

A few days ago, after opening up the blessed lands and having a brief conversation with Mo Buyu, he had entered a state of stillness again.

On this day, as the blessed lands opened to the eleventh day, less than an hour had passed before the twelfth day, a profound and obscure Taoist Sense appeared on the golden figure again.

Mo Buyu, who was meditating in the palace, seemed to feel something at this moment. He opened his eyes, got up, and saluted the golden figure. "Greetings, Left Protector."

"It’s almost time. How’s your preparation?" The golden figure swayed slightly.

The seemingly unremarkable action revealed incomparable nobility.

"I can't wait any longer." Mo Buyu raised his head.

Two red lines appeared in his pupils that he had never possessed before.

The red line was as thin as spider silk and existed in the center of his pupils.

At first glance, he felt bloodthirsty and violent.

For several days, Mo Buyu's temperament was changing.

It was as if he had never been fixed.

In other words, he was still looking for a more suitable character for himself.

"Well, in that case, I'll wait for your good news." The Left Protector raised his hand.

Suddenly, a golden light slowly rotated between him and continued to expand.

In the end, the halo formed by the golden light was about the height of a person.

The air around was flowing.

It was clear that this was a teleportation channel that led to the blessed land.

But when one looked into the passage, one felt a strange feeling.