Alchemy & Martial Supreme

"The sky is especially dark today. I thought it was a good time to gather information, but I didn't expect it to stop me." Qin Ming thought to himself.    

He didn't expect to bump into the Devil Ancestor here.    

He had already prepared himself. He would spend the entire night searching for the Devil Ancestor.    

However, he had not expected to bump into the Demon Ancestor by accident. This was truly too much of a coincidence.    

The anxious him naturally would not wait until dawn to investigate.    

He was still worried about the Cloud City Alliance in his heart.    

The Poison Demon forces were currently attacking cities everywhere. Although the Cloud City Alliance had left him, it was impossible for them to stop ambushing the Poison Demon.    

"Closer. We'll be able to see it if we get closer." Feeling that they were getting closer and closer, cold sweat broke out on Qin Ming's palm.    

He wanted to get closer so that he could see more clearly.    

But he was afraid of getting closer and closer. The Poison Demons could sense his aura.    

If it was daytime, Qin Ming was confident that he could see what the Devil Ancestor was doing from afar. He could also hide himself well.    

But now, Qin Ming wasn't afraid of the Poison Demons seeing him. He was afraid that the Poison Demons would sense him if he was too close to them.    

Although he was a Sacred Blood Martial Cultivator, his mental energy and physical attributes were much stronger than the Poison Devils.    

However, he was stronger than the Poison Demon. This did not mean that he could do whatever he wanted.    

If he got too close, he could still be discovered.    

Fortunately, it seemed like the Poison Demons were all attracted by the Poison Demon's holy blood and did not notice the abnormalities in their surroundings.    

Perhaps in their opinion, with the two thousand Dragon Realm Poison Demons and the Demon Ancestor here, no one would dare to take the heart of a bear or leopard and investigate this place.    

If it was anyone else, apart from Qin Ming, any Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator could only return empty handed today.    

It was impossible for them to be so close and not be discovered by the Poison Devils.    

"Is that the Poison Devil's Sacred Blood?" Qin Ming looked at the palm of the Demon Ancestor, which was beating slowly and there was a hole in it. He immediately guessed that it was the Poison Devil's Sacred Blood.    

Given the identity of the devil ancestor, he wouldn't treat any treasure in the Skydragon World with such care.    

Only the Poison Devil's Saint Blood, which had surpassed the Dragon Realm and reached the level of a Saint Beast, could make the devil ancestor kiss his own son.    

From the eyes of the Devil Ancestor, Qin Ming was certain that this must be the Poison Devil's Saint Blood.    

"It was struck by my Nether Fire before. I didn't expect it to be so well preserved." Qin Ming narrowed his eyes and looked at the Poison Devil's Saint Blood.    

Nothing in the Nether Fire was not burned, and the Poison Demon's Divine Blood was no exception.    

Qin Ming clearly remembered that when he used the Nether Fire to attack the Poison Demon's Divine Blood, he had broken it without any resistance. The huge hole in the center was his masterpiece.    

He had watched the saint blood burn in the Nether Fire, but he never thought that it could still be preserved in such a perfect state.    

It must have only been burned for a short while before it was extinguished.    

At this moment, the Demon Ancestor closed his eyes. One by one, origin Qi entered the Poison Demon Saint Blood. As these Origin Qi entered, the Poison Demon Saint Blood's beating speed increased.    

The smell of blood in the sky became stronger than before. As the Poison Demon's Sacred Blood jumped, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.    

Qin Ming also heard the sound of flowing water.    

The sound became clearer, louder, and more concentrated.    

"That's..." Qin Ming's eyes widened.    

He saw a river of blood slowly gathering towards the Poison Demon Saint in the Demon Ancestor's hand.