Alchemy & Martial Supreme

"The Green Soul Bone is a divine beast-level Source Plant, and it is very difficult to cultivate. How can there be a large number of Green Soul Bones?" Qin Ming was puzzled.    

The Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan was good at refining pills, and they planted a large number of Source Plants in the secret realm.    

However, there were not many Source Plant in the warehouse.    

This was because the growth of Divine Beast Source Plants was simply too slow, and even the matured Divine Beast Source Plants could not be kept forever.    

The longer it was kept, the more the medicinal properties of the Source Plant would be lost.    

Therefore, most of the time, the clansmen of the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan would only produce a portion of the Source Plants, so they would use a portion of the Source Plants, and would not store too many ready-made Source Plants.    

But it didn't seem to be the case with the Poison Demons. Qin Ming could smell that there were a lot of Green Soul Bones in the area.    

"It seems that the Poison Demon has a great demand for the Green Soul Bones!" Qin Ming thought angrily.    

Every time a Green Soul Bone matured, it would mean the death of a large number of human Martial Cultivators.    

The more Azure Soul Bones there were, the more human Martial Cultivators would die.    

Qin Ming had already made up his mind. He was determined to burn all the Green Soul Bones here even if he had to risk exposing himself.    

"There are a lot of Poison Devils here!" Tang Tian suddenly pointed in a direction. There were a lot of low houses there, and it was difficult to see them from a distance.    

I know. Tang Tian nodded his head: I know. Tang Tian nodded his head: I know.    

Qin Ming nodded his head, and his gaze was attracted by the tall building complex.    

From afar, it seemed that there were a lot of buildings here, but when he got close to them, he realized that they were all connected.    

There were quite a few Poison Demons in the low houses, and Qin Ming could already sense their auras.    

Their realm of martial arts was not very high, and they were only at the Saint Beast level.    

There were quite a few Divine Beast realm Poison Demons who lived around the tall buildings that reached into the clouds.    

"Green Soul Bone Pagoda." Qin Ming's eyes were very sharp, and he was able to see the words carved on the pagoda.    

At the same time, Qin Ming noticed a group of poison demons heading in the direction of the Azure Soul Bone Pagoda from a distance. There were also ten poison demons in this group, but their martial arts realms had all reached the peak of the Divine Beast Realm.    

At first, Qin Ming thought that these Poison Demons were protecting some important figure. But upon closer inspection, he discovered that one of them was a human Martial Cultivator.    

They were not protecting the human Martial Cultivator, but seemed to be escorting him.    

The middle aged human Martial Cultivator in the middle was tall and sturdy, and his eyes revealed a fierce light. He looked into the eyes of the Poison Devils as if he wanted to eat their meat and drink their blood.    

Qin Ming's eyes lit up when he saw the middle-aged human Martial Cultivator.    

He was finally able to meet a human Martial Cultivator who was brave enough to fight against the Poison Demons.    

The middle-aged human Martial Cultivator was dressed in tattered black clothes, with a large number of whip marks on his body, and his hands and feet were firmly fixed.    

Even so, he was still struggling and roaring.    

"It's over!" Qin Ming's eyes were filled with joy, but when he saw the shoulder of the middle-aged human Martial Cultivator, it turned into a look of helplessness and anger.    

The middle-aged Martial Cultivator had a sharp inverted claw pierced through his shoulder. This was a type of torture tool, and after wearing this kind of torture tool, the bones in the person's shoulder would be crippled.    

Other than that, the life force of the middle-aged Martial Cultivator had already been completely exhausted. Even if he saved him, there wouldn't be much time left for him to live.    

Once his life force was exhausted, no pill could save him.    

Therefore, the middle-aged Martial Cultivator was dead for sure.    

Qin Ming would not have cared if an ordinary Martial Cultivator had died, but it was a pity that a human Martial Cultivator who dared to fight against the Poison Devil died just like that.