Taking advantage of the opportunity when the phantom of the Moro Sacred Tree was nearly collapsed by the giant turtle, Fang Lin roared loudly, holding an ancient spear, and rushed directly towards the phantom of the Moro Sacred Tree.
Just hearing a roar, the phantom of the Holy Tree of Namoluo finally couldn't support it. It was broken by the ancient spear and turned into dots of light and shadow and dissipated.
Not only that, Fang Lin even held a spear and rushed towards the young man in white with murderous intent like a crazy beast.
The young man in white had a look of horror on his face, but more of it was gloomy. He was about to use a real killing move to kill his opponent, but unexpectedly, the three soul-killing nails coming out of his chest suddenly started to attack.
puff!
A mouthful of black blood spurted out, making the boy in white's clothes no longer pure white, and even more shocking.
Seeing this, Fang Lin knew that the boy in white was in poor condition, and immediately became murderous and wanted to kill him in one fell swoop.
"What are you missing about me? You're not enough!" Although the boy in white vomited blood, he still didn't panic at all. He slapped his forehead and the green-rust copper coffin flew out.
There was just a sound as the ancient spear hit the green-rust copper coffin hard, causing the copper coffin to surge and a terrifying wave of air to sweep away.
Fang Lin spurted blood and staggered backwards, while the boy in white also spurted out two mouthfuls of black blood, with more pain appearing on his face.
The green-rust copper coffin retreated slightly, and under the control of the young man in white, it pressed towards Fang Lin again with extremely powerful momentum.
Fang Lin's whole body was filled with black energy. He was protected by a unicorn battle suit. He was holding an ancient spear and kept fighting with the green rusty copper coffin.
The Millennium Corpse Ginseng had changed into its original appearance, lying on the ground, gasping for air, obviously unable to help Fang Lin.
"Damn it, I'm really exhausted this time. I guess I won't be able to recover in March or May." Millennium Corpse Ginseng cursed feebly.
When the young man in white saw that Fang Lin was so fierce and could actually fight with his treasured copper coffin, he was shocked and wanted to retreat.
Although the young man in white still had his trump cards and killer moves yet to be used, he was confident that once he used his true skills, he would be able to defeat Fang Lin.
But the three Soul-Destroying Nails on his chest were too deadly, preventing him from using all his strength. If the battle lasted too long, the Soul-Destroying Nails would become more severe.
Only when the shackles of the Soul-Destroying Nails are released can the boy in white truly let go and fight without any scruples.
Obviously, now is not the best time for the boy in white to let go and fight. Retreating is the wisest choice.
"Today, I will let you go and take good care of the Supreme Scroll for me. I will come and pick it up personally when the time comes." The boy in white said coldly.
"Want to leave? Is there any chance?" Fang Lin laughed, patted the Nine Palace Bag, and eighty-one pill furnaces roared out, blocking any direction in which the boy in white could retreat.
When the young man in white saw this, his eyes became even more gloomy. He summoned the green rusty copper coffin to return, intending to use the copper coffin to open a way and force his way out.
"Formation!" Fang Lin shouted, and the eighty-one alchemy furnaces instantly formed the Hundred Cauldron Zhoutian Formation. Each of the alchemy furnaces was burning with blazing flames.
Flames shot into the sky, and the eighty-one alchemy furnaces began to rotate, trapping the young man in white within the formation, making it difficult for him to find a chance to break through.
"You want to trap me like this? You're too naive." The young man in white covered his chest, and the green rust copper coffin suddenly opened.
I saw a sapling appearing from the copper coffin, emitting unimaginable astonishing fluctuations.
"How is it possible? You actually own the sapling of the Moro Sacred Tree?" Fang Lin was shocked and found it very unbelievable.
The Moro Sacred Tree is a sacred tree that only existed in ancient times. It possesses the majestic power of heaven and earth. Each Moro Sacred Tree takes tens of thousands of years to truly grow.
This young man in white actually owns a sapling of the Moro Sacred Tree. Such a chance is extremely unnatural.
The saplings of the Moro Sacred Tree appeared, and a concussive force swept out. The eighty-one alchemy furnaces were immediately affected, unable to maintain the formation, and scattered one after another.
"Let's go!" The young man in white stepped directly onto the green rusty copper coffin, holding the sapling of the Holy Tree of Namora, he rushed out of the Hundred Cauldron Zhoutian Formation and walked away.
Fang Lin wanted to stop it, but was powerless. Not to mention the power of the green-rust copper coffin, which was difficult to fathom, the sapling of the Namolo Sacred Tree had unimaginable power.
"What a pity." Fang Lin said, pocketing the ancient spear and returning to normal.
With a wave of his hand, all eighty-one alchemy furnaces flew back and were put away by Fang Lin. This time, the plan was considered a failure.
But it's not all without gain, at least it revealed more of the strength of the young man in white.
Fang Lin felt dizzy when he thought that the young man in white had a sapling of the Holy Tree of Moro. He originally thought that the young man in white only had a weird coffin, but he didn't expect that he even had something as perverted as a sapling of the Holy Tree of Moro.
Moreover, in addition to the treasures, the boy in white is also very powerful. Although he has not entered the spirit bone realm, he is not inferior to the strong ones in the spirit bone realm.
The biggest difference between Fang Lin and the young man in white is in terms of realm. If Fang Lin and Zhi were in the same realm, Fang Lin would be sure to defeat him even if the opponent had the saplings of the Moro Sacred Tree.
However, it is also possible that the young man in white still has reservations. After all, Fang Lin also saw the three black nails. I am afraid that the existence of these three black nails will affect the strength of the young man in white.
"Twelve descendants of the Supreme Temple, if everyone else is as perverted as this person, it will be really troublesome." Fang Lin said with a wry smile, and glanced at the thousand-year-old corpse ginseng lying on the ground not far away, pretending to be dead.
"Stop pretending, you performed pretty well this time." Fang Lin said.
When Millennium Corpse Ginseng heard this, he immediately got up from the ground with a triumphant expression: "Of course, I am so wise and powerful. If this little boy hadn't run so fast, he would have to kneel on the ground and kowtow to beg for mercy. .”
Fang Lin scolded: "You took my compliments seriously. We made a mistake this time. That pretty boy is too powerful. Let's deal with him next time."
With that said, Fang Lin threw a thousand-year-old medicine to the corpse ginseng.
Thousand-year-old corpse ginseng suddenly became unhappy: "Boy, don't you have ancient medicine that lasts for thousands of years? Why give these to me?"
Fang Lin smiled and said: "Who said I would give you ten thousand years of ancient medicine? Haven't you yourself only lived a thousand years? You still want to take ten thousand years of ancient medicine. You are thinking too much."
Thousand-year corpse ginseng is so exciting. I originally thought I could get the ancient medicine that lasted ten thousand years, but I didn't expect that Fang Lin would fool me.
"Who said that I have only lived for a thousand years? I," Millennium Corpse Ginseng said angrily, but half-said, he held back.
Fang Lin's brows moved slightly, as if he heard something, but he didn't say much.