Chapter 819: Chapter 819: The Youth Escapes from Trouble
Seizing the opportunity as the phantom of the Moro Sacred Tree was almost shattered by the impact with the giant turtle, Fang Lin let out a thunderous roar, gripping his ancient spear, and charged directly at the phantom of the Moro Sacred Tree.
With a deafening boom, the phantom of the Moro Sacred Tree finally could no longer hold together; it was breached by the ancient spear and dissipated into specks of light.
Not only that, but Fang Lin, still gripping his spear and exuding an aura of murderous intent like a frenzied beast, lunged towards the white-robed youth.
The white-robed youth’s face showed horror, but even more so, it was dark and grim. As he was about to employ his true lethal move to suppress his opponent, the three Soul-loss Nails embedded in his chest suddenly acted up.
Pfft!
A mouthful of black blood spurted out, staining the white-robed youth’s clothes no longer pristine, now shockingly splattered with blood.
Seeing this, Fang Lin knew that the white-robed youth was not in good condition, and his desire to kill surged, intending to slay him in one fell swoop.
“You want to kill ? You’re not strong enough!” Even though the white-robed youth was spitting blood, there was still not a trace of panic. He slapped his forehead, and a green-rusted copper coffin flew out.
There was a loud clang as the ancient spear struck the green-rusted copper coffin hard, causing the coffin to reverberate and unleashing a terrifying wave of energy.
Fang Lin spat blood, staggering backward, while the white-robed youth also spit out two more mouthfuls of black blood, his face showing an even greater extent of pain.
The green-rusted copper coffin retreated slightly, and under the control of the white-robed youth, it pressed towards Fang Lin again with overwhelming montum.
Fang Lin, his body surrounded by swirling dark energy, clad in Kylin battle armor, gripped his ancient spear, and continued to battle fiercely against the green-rusted copper coffin.
The Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng had already reverted to its original form, lying on the ground, panting heavily, clearly of no help to Fang Lin at this point.
“Damn it, this lord is truly spent this ti, it’ll probably take three to five months to recover,” the Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng cursed weakly.
The white-robed youth, seeing Fang Lin’s fierce resolve, capable of even contending with his treasured copper coffin, felt shock, but also began to consider retreat.
Although the white-robed youth still had trump cards and lethal moves he had not yet used, and was confident that once he unleashed his true power, he could defeat Fang Lin,
the three Soul-loss Nails in his chest were too deadly, preventing him from using all his strength. The longer he fought, the more severe the Soul-loss Nails’ effects beca.
Only by freeing himself from the restraints of the Soul-loss Nails could the white-robed youth truly fight without any reservations.
Clearly, now was not the best ti for the white-robed youth to go all out, and retreating was the wisest choice.
“Today, I shall spare you. Keep the Supre Remnant Volu safe for , for I shall co to retrieve it personally,” the white-robed youth said coldly.
“Thinking of leaving? Do you think you can?” Fang Lin laughed heartily, slapped the Nine Palace Bag, and eighty-one Pill Furnaces burst out, blocking the white-robed youth’s every avenue of retreat.
These eighty-one Pill Furnaces were obtained by Fang Lin from the Nine Palace Bags of these Hall Master Descendants, as the original eighty-one Pill Furnaces he had acquired from the Pill Pole Tower had been completely destroyed during the life-and-death battle with the Xuan Emperor.
Seeing this, the white-robed youth’s eyes grew darker. He summoned the green-rusted copper coffin back, aiming to forge a path with the coffin to break through forcefully.
“Form the array!” Fang Lin shouted, and the eighty-one Pill Furnaces instantly ford the Hundred Cauldron Universe Array, with flas blazing within each furnace.
Flas soared into the sky, the eighty-one Pill Furnaces began to rotate, trapping the white-robed youth within the formation, making it difficult for him to find an opportunity to break through.
“You think this will confine ? Quite naive.” The youth in white clutched at his chest as the green patina copper coffin suddenly opened.
From within the coffin erged a seedling that exuded an unimaginably astonishing fluctuation.
“How is that possible? You actually possess a Moro Sacred Tree seedling?” Fang Lin was greatly shocked and found it incredibly hard to believe.
The Moro Sacred Tree was a divine tree of ancient tis, imbued with trendous natural forces, each one requiring ten thousand years to fully grow.
That the youth in white actually possessed a seedling of the Moro Sacred Tree was an extrely heaven-defying fortune.
As the Moro Sacred Tree seedling appeared, a tremor of force swept out, and the eighty-one Pill Furnaces were imdiately affected, unable to maintain the formation and scattered in disarray.
“Let’s go!” The youth in white stepped directly onto the green patina copper coffin, holding the Moro Sacred Tree seedling, and rushed out of the Hundred Cauldron Universe Array, taking off into the distance.
Fang Lin wanted to stop him, but was powerless. Not to ntion the unpredictable power of the green patina copper coffin, the Moro Sacred Tree seedling itself possessed an unimaginable might.
“What a pity,” Fang Lin uttered as he put the ancient spear back into the Nine Palace Bag, his appearance returning to normal.
With a wave of his hand, the eighty-one Pill Furnaces flew back to him, and Fang Lin stored them away. This ti, his plan had failed.
But it wasn’t a complete loss; at least he had probed the extent of the youth’s strength in white.
Just thinking of the youth in white possessing the Moro Sacred Tree seedling made Fang Lin’s head ache. He had originally thought that the youth’s strength was rely from a peculiar coffin, but he hadn’t expected him to have sothing as abnormal as the Moro Sacred Tree seedling.
Beyond treasures, the strength of the youth in white by himself was also very formidable. Although he had not entered the Spirit Bone realm, he wasn’t too much inferior to those strong in that realm.
The greatest difference between Fang Lin and the youth in white was in their respective realms. If Fang Lin faced him at the sa level, even if his opponent possessed the Moro Sacred Tree seedling, Fang Lin was confident he could defeat him.
However, it could also be possible that the youth in white was still holding back, especially since Fang Lin had seen those three black nails. It was likely that the three black nails affected the youth’s strength.
“If the twelve descendants of the Supre Saint Hall are all as freakish as him, then this is truly going to be troubleso,” Fang Lin said with a wry smile while glancing at the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng lying on the ground, feigning death.
“Stop pretending; you did quite well this ti,” Fang Lin told it.
The mont it heard him, the thousand-year Corpse Ginseng imdiately got up from the ground with a smug expression, “Of course, with such brilliance and valor like mine, if that pretty boy hadn’t run so quickly, I would’ve made him kneel and beg for rcy.”
Fang Lin scolded, “Get over yourself; you actually believed the praise. We’ve been outplayed this ti; that pretty boy is too strong. We’ll deal with him next ti.”
With that, Fang Lin threw a millennium ancient dicinal herb to the Corpse Ginseng.
The thousand-year Corpse Ginseng was imdiately disgruntled, “Kid, don’t you have ten-millennium ancient dicinal herbs? Why are you giving these?”
Fang Lin laughed, “Who said I’d give you a ten-millennium ancient dicinal herb? You’ve only lived for a millennium yourself, right? Dreaming of ten-millennium ancient dicinal herbs? Wishful thinking.”
The thousand-year Corpse Ginseng was furious. It had thought it would get to savor a ten-millennium ancient dicinal herb, but unexpectedly, Fang Lin had fooled it.
“Who says this great one has only lived a thousand years? I have…” The Corpse Ginseng began to retort in anger, but then cut off halfway, holding back.
Fang Lin’s eyebrows twitched, as if he caught on to sothing, but he chose not to press further.
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