Alchemy & Martial Supreme

"Kill!" Qin Ming clenched his fists tightly and slew towards the poisonous demons.

When he died, he would die on the battlefield, and he would have to drag a poison demon to bury him.

Qin Ming rushed forward, and the poison demons were faster than him.

A poison demon in the front took the lead, already hitting Qin Ming's broken body with a stick, causing him to swallow blood, and his body couldn't stop falling.

Qin Ming's tightly squeezed fist could not be thrown out.

He was too tired and injured too badly. He was not the opponent of the Poison Demon at all.

"Are you going to die?"

Flying backwards, Qin Ming looked at the poisonous demons who were chasing him from above, his eyes full of nostalgia for the world.

In the Poison Pile, he could not have any possibility of surviving.

At the moment of death, Qin Ming had no poisonous demon in his eyes. He thought of the small world, of Qin Qing, of his relatives and friends?

"Boom..."

With a sound of falling into the water, Qin Ming fell into the blue water, and his eyes all turned blue in an instant.

This is the liquid that seals the Holy Blood of the Poison Demon.

Through the water, Qin Ming saw countless poisonous demons chasing him.

They have to see people in death and corpses in life. Obviously, they have to take off their heads with their own hands and smash their corpses into pieces before they are willing.

"Puff......"

There was a sound of falling into the water, and Qin Ming waited for these poisonous demons to chase him and give him the final blow.

Unexpectedly, those poisonous demons turned into ice the moment they fell into the water.

A whole block of ice.

The poison devils stared, motionless, and at the moment they touched the water, they had already become a corpse.

"stop!"

The countless forward poison demons stopped their bodies suddenly.

The poison demon who rushed in front became corpses, and there were already more than 80 people's hearts.

Looking at the corpses, the poison devils took a breath.

The Demon Ancestor frowned and flew up, holding the black, heart-like poisonous blood in his hand.

Looking at the water, he could no longer see Qin Ming's body, only the bodies of some poisonous demons floating in the water.

There are also corpses at the bottom of the water, because the color of the water is not real.

But he could guess that all the poisonous demons that went in were already dead.

The demon ancestor's eyes were very distressed, but it was not the dead Poison Demon but the Poison Demon Holy Blood in his hand.

"The holy blood of the poisonous demon at the peak of the holy beast level was attacked by Qin Ming once, and its remaining power can only barely reach the holy beast level."

"Fortunately, I haven't fallen below the sacred beast level. If I fall below, it will be useless for me to train my men."

The holy blood at the peak of the true dragon class is also very powerful, but it does not improve the strength of its subordinates.

And this holy blood has passed countless years, has absorbed most of its power, and can no longer integrate into the martial artist's body.

If it can't improve the strength of its subordinates, and it can't integrate into the body and improve the bloodline, then it is a piece of rubbish.

"What kind of attack was Qin Ming's falling to the ground? Why did it make the Saint Beast-level holy blood pierce a big hole?" Looking at the liquid underneath, the Demon Ancestor was puzzled.

If you want to destroy the holy blood of the holy beast level, you need at least the strength of the true dragon realm.

And this holy beast-level holy blood is not just reaching the holy beast level, but the peak of the holy beast level.

Even if the holy beast-level holy blood that fell down now, he couldn't destroy it.

But Qin Ming can.

Those dark eyes, he had never seen them before, were really horrible.

If the attack was on him just now, then even if his strength is superior, he will definitely die.