Alchemy & Martial Supreme

And now, the Poison Demon's Divine Blood's aura was far weaker than before.    

If he continued to use it to nurture the Poison Demon, it would very likely completely destroy it.    

The Poison Devil's Saint Blood was incomparably powerful. If it wasn't for the huge hole created by Qin Ming, even if all the Poison Devils were cultivated to the Dragon Realm, it would still be very easy for it.    

But now, it was only cultivating over twenty thousand Dragon Realm Poison Devils. The Devil Ancestor no longer dared to continue using it.    

"Hmph..." Looking at the hole on the Poison Devil's saint blood, he wished he could chop Qin Ming into pieces. "Qin Ming, what you care about the most in Skydragon World is the Cloud City Alliance."    

"I want to destroy the Cloud City Alliance bit by bit in front of you. I will kill every Martial Cultivator in front of you!"    

Qin Ming was a saint blood Martial Cultivator, and his cultivation realm had already reached the late stage of the Dragon Realm. He should not be a match for him.    

However, it didn't matter. War wasn't a one on one battle.    

With the help of countless Dragon Realm Poison Devils, he could easily take down ten Qin Ming.    

Even if Qin Ming escaped, as long as he unified the Skydragon World, he could slowly deal with him.    

Just as he was fantasizing about torturing Qin Ming to death, a Dragon Realm Poison Devil respectfully came to the front of the palanquin and said, "Devil Ancestor, we have arrived at Qu Yang City!"    

The Devil Ancestor looked outside the palanquin and saw Qu Yang City below.    

Qu Yang City had long been conquered by the Poison Devil. There was no sound in the city, only bloody corpses.    

There were no flying Origin Beast here. Even the Origin Beast that was most greedy for human Martial Cultivator corpses was frightened by the strange atmosphere, and didn't dare to come here.    

The Demon Ancestor walked out of the palanquin with the Poison Demon Saint Blood in his hands, and slowly arrived above Qu Yang City.    

The Poison Demon Saint Blood was beating faster and faster, as if it could not wait any longer.    

Touching the Poison Demon's Saint Blood, the Demon Ancestor looked down at the countless corpses below and said softly, "Condense!"    

Instantly, countless blood was dragged by an invisible force, flying towards the Poison Demon's Saint Blood in his hands.    

Gugugu...    

The Poison Demon's Divine Blood did not reject it, and it jumped faster and faster.    

As its beating became faster and faster, the blood below also flew faster and faster. Finally, it formed a river, and it continuously poured into the Divine Blood.    

After a long while, the blood that was like a river slowly turned into a small stream. The small stream slowly dried up. The Saint Blood of the Poison Demon was still beating intensely, but it could no longer absorb a single drop of blood.    

The Demon Ancestor by the side slowly touched it as he muttered to himself: "It doesn't matter. There will be more soon. There will be more, even more!"    

Seemingly hearing his comforting words, the Poison Demon's Sacred Blood's beating became slower and slower until it finally returned to its previous rhythm.    

All of the corpses in Qu Yang City seemed to have dried up for thousands of years, as if they had been dried up by the wind. A gust of wind blew past and turned them into ashes.    

It had to be known that the strength of these corpses varied from strong to weak. The strongest among them had reached the Dragon Realm.    

The Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator corpses did not rot for a thousand years and would not be destroyed for ten thousand years.    

But now, a gust of wind had made it vanish into thin air. If such a scene was seen by an ordinary Martial Cultivator, it would definitely be scared out of its wits.    

The entire Qu Yang City was silent. Not a single Martial Cultivator was left alive.    

After the corpse disappeared, this place turned into a dilapidated and dilapidated city.    

The Demon Ancestor didn't even look at Qu Yang City. His gaze was firmly locked onto the hole on the Poisonous Demon Saint Blood.    

"It seems like... the hole is a little bit missing. Furthermore, it has a slight connection with me!" The Demon Ancestor widened his eyes, his face filled with disbelief.