The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 848

The corpse was tall and well-dressed.

If one looked from behind, they would never be able to tell that this was actually a corpse.

But from the front, the skin as dry as old bark, deep sunken cheeks and eye sockets all proved that this was a corpse that had been weathered for at least hundreds of years.

At the same time, the corpse's eyes were bloodshot, as if blood were flowing out. It let out a chuckle as it looked toward Caspian.

The air around it started to rumble.

"What do you mean by this?" Caspian narrowed his eyes, glancing towards the Dog God Mountain.

After a while, he smiled and said, "Are you testing me if I am worthy of your resources, or do you have other purposes?"

Dog God Mountain naturally wouldn't respond to Caspian.

At this moment, there was only the whistling of the cold wind.

At this time, the arm of the corpse turned.

With a snap, a thin long sword that had been lying on the ground suddenly flew into its hand.

The body of the sword shook, and a dragon-like tremor suddenly came.

The rust on the surface of the long sword suddenly peeled off, revealing a mercury-like luster.

"An almost spirit tool." Jessica narrowed her eyes.

But soon, she shook her head again. "No, something seems to be missing."

She looked at Caspian, trying to find an answer.

"A broken almost spirit tool," Caspian said.

Jessica looked in the direction mentioned by Caspian and saw a thin crack from the middle of the long sword to the hilt.

The light in the area where the crack was located was much dimmer than in other places.

In this way, although this long sword was originally an almost spirit tool, because of the existence of this crack, its power was probably reduced to Level Nine sharp weapons.

Even so, whether it was in sharp weapons or in cultivators of Pulse Control Realm, it was still a magic weapon.

Caspian took a deep breath and said, "Since you're so eager to see if I'll be able to get more resources…Then have a try. "

A cultivator of Holy Land Realm was now turned into a corpse. With the addition of this long sword, its strength was definitely slightly higher than that of an ordinary mid level of Third Stage of Pulse Control Realm.

If the Dog God Mountain wanted to test the current third stage entry level of Pulse Control Realm cultivator's strength, then this was indeed a qualified opponent.

Unfortunately, its opponent was Caspian.

With a low roar, the corpse held the long sword and turned into a black shadow, rushing toward Caspian.

The long sword, like a flowing light, drew a dazzling long line in the air.

It was sharp, dazzling, and bright, like a shooting star across the night sky.

The air, which had been very cold, suddenly became colder.

It was as if all life was about to be extinguished.

Jessica did not move.

She knew the strength of Caspian and believed the strength of Caspian.

The corners of Caspian's mouth were slightly raised.

When a snowflake fell between his eyebrows, Caspian suddenly attacked.

"Blood Sacrifice Grand Magic!"

A critical strike appeared out of thin air.

At this moment, the void seemed to be directly broken into pieces.

At this time, the air on this platform seemed to be condensed into a ball, crumbling and about to collapse.

This punch was overbearing and decisive, like rolling thunder hitting the ground, falling like meteorites, and erupting like a volcano.

Peng!

The long sword and the corpse stopped in front of the fist wind and then trembled. The next moment, they exploded into pieces.

The rolling fragments were shaken again. In an instant, they exploded into powder and scattered in all directions.

"How is it?"