The Mighty Cauldron: Extreme Alchemist!

"Ah, it's really stupid. Is the power of the holy tree of the demon tribe available to anyone? Although the chance coincidence obtained a branch of the holy tree, this thing will return to the holy tree of the demon tribe after a complete recovery. Even if it's destiny, it can't be kept. ΩE小Δ said WWW.1XIAOSHUO.COM "Under the holy tree of the demon race, under a vast golden world, the imaginary and real figure expressed emotion.

In the outside world, Liao Cansheng looked at the branch floating in front of him in disbelief, only to see that he stretched out his hand in vain, trying to catch the branch, but he just fell empty.

"No! It won't be like this!" Liao Cansheng couldn't believe that the branches that had been in his body for so many years were so separated from his body? It also took away all the power of the Holy Tree that he had absorbed before, as well as most of his flesh and blood.

In this way, Liao Cansheng not only did not get anything, but also hurt himself.

The branch slowly fluttered and came to the top of the demon holy tree. Under the gaze of Fang Lin and Liao Cansheng, the branch was connected to a branch of the holy tree, regardless of each other.

Seeing this scene, Liao Cansheng as a whole was taken a huge blow, stunned and speechless.

Fang Lin also has a complex expression, and there is a little more awe in the heart of the demon holy tree. Sure enough, this is the same level of existence as Tushan Ancient Spirit. Its power can only be given by itself, such as Liao Cansheng In general, if you want to **** the power of the holy tree by means of a branch of the holy tree, it is simply a delusion. Since the holy tree can be gifted, it can naturally be recovered.

At the moment, Liao Cansheng was deprived of the power of the holy tree by the holy tree of the demon clan, together with most of his own flesh and blood.

Such a price is not a big deal, except that Fang Lin will not have mercy on Liao Cansheng. This is entirely his own self-sufficiency. He can't blame anyone, he can only blame himself for thinking the demon holy tree too simple.

Perhaps, when Liao Cansheng got this branch of the holy tree, Liao Cansheng was destined to end today.

It is a pity that Liao Cansheng has always regarded this branch as a treasure, and feels that he can reach the same level as his master with this branch.

"Why is this? Why is it so?" Liao Cansheng looked at him, looking at the small sapling of the demon race like a sapling, and repeated this sentence in his mouth.

Behind him, the original nine famous swords now have only two remaining intact, and the rest have been broken by Fang Lin.

It took so much effort to damage the seven famous swords that were regarded as treasures, but the result was nothing. Instead, he lost most of his flesh and blood. Liao Cansheng had an urge to faint at the moment.

"After all, you've just spent an effort." Fang Lin waved his hand, and the ancient spear flew back from Liao Cansheng's skinny hands and returned to Fang Lin.

Liao Cansheng suddenly looked at Fang Lin, with a trace of perplexity in his eyes, and even a bit of jealousy that he could not say clearly.

"Fang Lin, why are you so good?" Liao Cansheng said.

Fang Lin frowned slightly, didn't take his word, and didn't rush to shoot. In his view, Liao Cansheng was already self-defeating and could not pose a threat.

Seeing Fang Lin not speaking, Liao Cansheng said to himself: "You have a supreme father of martial arts, and a mother of the first person under Wu Zun. Why are you so lucky and have such a good background? And I only Can you be trampled underfoot, bullied and insulted?"

"Liao Cansheng, you are crazy." Fang Lin said coldly.

Liao Cansheng did not seem to hear it, and continued: "Why are some people born to be superior? Why do people like me can only be bullied? Your Fang Lin is the first class in the world. What do you want? What, even if you don’t do anything, it’s destined to be better than my life, why is it so unfair?"

Fang Lin's expression was indifferent, and he did not respond to Liao Cansheng's words. The origin was not something that Fang Lin could decide. Some people were noble and others were humble. This is something that has existed since ancient times. Fang Lin was right This is also very exclusive, but it is not something he can change.

Fang Lin did not know Liao Cansheng's past, but the person who wanted to come to this person was afraid that it was very miserable. There must be some reason for the crooked sword marks on his face, otherwise Liao Cansheng would not keep these sword marks for so many years.

"Do you know that my previous name was not Liao Cansheng, I was Liao Ping'an." Liao Cansheng suddenly laughed, seeming to recall things that happened a long time ago.

After talking, I saw that Liao Cansheng walked slowly towards Fang Lin, and there was only one sword left in his hand. It was the ancient sword composed of two incomplete swords.

Fang Lin took a deep breath and knew that Liao Cansheng was going to make the last death blow, but Fang Lin did not relax his vigilance. Even a person like Liao Cansheng could not be underestimated even if he was forced to a desperate situation.

"Once I had a chance to kill you, but I didn't start. Now I also understand that even if I had a chance at that time, it is impossible to kill you." Liao Cansheng slowly raised the ancient sword in his hand and said in his mouth.

Suddenly, Liao Cansheng's sword had been shot, and Fang Lin's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was almost no reaction time. The ancient sword had already passed through Fang Lin's chest and came out with a touch of blood.

Liao Cansheng appeared behind Fang Lin, understating the ancient sword that had passed through Fang Lin’s body, without looking at Fang Lin who was standing still.

A sword through the body, but no blink of an eye, Fang Lin has been hit hard.

"It's so fast!!!" Fang Lin was shocked and immediately covered his blood hole in his heart, and his figure rose into the sky.

Fang Lin felt the long-lost life and death crisis with the sword just now. It seems that if the sword came towards his own head, he might be seriously hurt by the soul.

Liao Cansheng raised his head and looked at Fang Lin~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and he didn't shoot again. The sword that was called peerless just now was already his limit.

In the final analysis, it is still the branches of the holy tree that took away Liao Cansheng's too much flesh and blood. Even if he is a strong man of fate, the influence is also great.

"Master, I am not Liao Cansheng after all, it is still Liao Pingan." Liao Cansheng whispered, the ancient sword that was still bleeding in his hand rose into the sky.

Fang Lin saw this, and the ancient spear also flew out of his hand, colliding with the ancient sword that had struck.

In an instant, the ancient sword split into two and became two remnant swords, and the ancient spear also fell on the ground.

boom! ! !

Liao Cansheng suddenly turned around, unexpectedly hitting the demon holy tree.

At the same time, in the far depths of the Seven Seas, the monsters from the land of the Nine Kingdoms finally met the ancient magic tree.

(End of this chapter)