Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Over and over again, Qin Ming has forgotten the time and pain. He only felt that his body was getting stronger every moment and his heart was happy.

The flow of magma began to slow down, and the soaring pillar of fire began to slowly descend.

The blue wattle birds are vying more frantically, and even some blue wattle birds accidentally fall into the pillar of fire, are contaminated with magma, are instantly taken into it, and burned to ashes.

The death of these blue wattle birds calmed the rest of the blue wattle birds. Although they were still fighting, they were far from crazy.

The pillar of fire completely retreated, and the flow of magma became slower and slower.

Although the blue wattle is very reluctant, they have no choice but to wander in the sky.

At this moment, the blue wattle's attention shifted to one person and one mouse in the sky, and became interested in them.

Feeling the atmosphere in the air becoming depressed, Bianhua looked at the blue wattle bird, her hair straightened up, and she hid in Qin Wu's arms.

Qin Wu woke up too, her eyes slowly regaining her gaze, and she looked at the blue wattle bird in the sky, and then at the colorfulness in her arms.

Stretching out her white jade hand, she stroked her colorful head, like Qin Ming.

Raising her head, looking at the blue wattle bird whose momentum is aimed at her, Qin Wu's momentum is boiling, whether she can win or not, whether or not she will die.

All she knows is that she is angry now and needs to vent.

Enveloped by Wuzun Qin Wu's aura, the blue wattle in the sky had a meal, and then became more boiling and angry.

It was just one martial master, there were two martial masters just now, they waited for precious food before they didn't attack, and now they dare to fight back.

Groups of blue wattle birds, in groups, rushed towards Qin Wu, with boundless aura, the blue was pressed down.

Looking at the blue wattle bird coming from the impact, Qin Wu did not have any fear on her face, took out the long sword, and stared at them sharply.

"Die to me!"

As soon as he shot, Qin Wu attacked with all his strength, the long sword drew across the sky, the spiritual energy in the sword surged like a sea, and the sword energy was horizontal and horizontal.

It's crashing, each blue wattle fell from the sky like dumplings.

The death of their companions did not scare these blue wattle birds, but aroused their fierceness and the impact was even more violent.

Although Qin Wu is a powerful Wu Zun, this inexhaustible blue wattle still hurt her.

There was no pain on her face, instead there was madness. Qin Ming was already dead. She didn't mean much to live in this world. It would be good to have a vent before she died, and it would be good to kill these nasty blue wattle birds.

Seeking death with all his heart, the sword in Qin Wu's hand had no rules at all, and the blue wattle birds passed by her with blood stains.

More blue wattle birds died, but there were more and more bloodstains on Qin Wu's body. The most important thing was that she was panting, and the dancing sword was no longer as fast as before.

Seeing Qin Wu seemed to be exhausted, the blue wattle birds were even more excited, they were just imperial beasts, if they could eat Wu Zun, their benefits would be self-evident.

Perhaps, after eating this Wu Zun, there may be birds among them that can break through to the realm of Wu Zun.

"Are you going to die? That's fine!"

Qin Wu glanced at the magma underneath, without any memory of the world in her eyes.

Her sword swung more and more slowly, and at last she stopped directly, opened her arms, closed her eyes, and greeted death calmly.

Seeing Qin Wu giving up, the blue wattle made a cry of excitement and swept past her more boldly, with a blood stain.

Qin Wu in the sky is already covered in blood.