Alchemy & Martial Supreme

The method they used before was good, but it was too slow.    

It was very difficult to determine whether a Martial Cultivator was worth cultivating or not. One needed to observe in secret, and one also needed to examine the other party's character.    

War was the best way to choose.    

Those who retreated in war, or even those who ran away when they encountered difficulties, were not worth cultivating.    

As for the brave and passionate human Martial Cultivators who had a deep hatred for the Poison Demon, even if their characters were bad, they could be trained as trusted aides.    

Tang Tianxuan knew very well that Qin Ming wanted to train his trusted aides not to increase his own strength, but to deal with the Poison Demon.    

As long as he dared to fight the Poison Demon, he would be a suitable Martial Cultivator.    

"Kill!" Since she had already decided, Tang Tian did not say anything else. He pointed the Purple Ran in his hand forward and shouted.    

Immediately, a large number of Martial Cultivators roared and charged towards the Poison Demon.    

The battle cries continued, and a large number of Poison Demon died, while a large number of Martial Cultivators fell.    

The battle was extremely intense from the beginning.    

There was no way out anymore, and the Poison Demons were exceptionally brave.    

Especially after seeing their companions being killed, the Poison Demon's eyes turned blood red, as if their blood had been ignited.    

"Fight for the Poison Demon Family!" A Poison Demon roared loudly. He held a weapon in his hand and rushed towards the Martial Cultivators.    

In just an instant, he was surrounded and killed.    

However, before he died, his weapon hit two human Martial Cultivators. One was seriously injured, and the other died on the spot.    

He was crazy.    

The Poison Demon had gone crazy.    

They attacked with all their might. Even if their bodies were stabbed in their vitals, they did not care.    

The human Martial Cultivators had also gone crazy.    

The atmosphere on the battlefield could easily make people go crazy, not to mention that they had already killed a lot of people.    

Many human Martial Cultivators did not think about anything at this moment. They only had one thought in their minds.    

Killing the Poison Demon!    

No matter what, they had to kill the Poison Demon.    

And the more they killed, the better.    

The Poison Demon died miserably one after another.    

At the end of the battle, only a small number of Poison Demons remained. They kneeled on the ground and prayed for their lives.    

Finally, they killed the Poison Demon to the point of despair.    

At the same time, the human Martial Cultivators also suffered heavy casualties.    

Even Tang Tianxuan and Hua Yuankui had been injured by the crazy Poison Demon.    

However, with their martial arts strength, it was impossible for them to be attacked by the Poison Demon, so they were only lightly injured.    

At this point in the battle, the human Martial Cultivators were already very tired.    

Seeing the Poison Demon kneeling on the ground, they gasped heavily for breath. Only then did they realize that the battle was over.    

Many human Martial Cultivators sat on the ground without caring about their image.    

Looking at their companions around them, they suddenly laughed.    

The laughter seemed to be contagious, and more and more human Martial Cultivators laughed along with him.    

It suddenly rained heavily in the sky, but there was too much blood on the ground. No matter how much water there was, it could not wash away the killing intent on the battlefield.    

When the Poison Demons in the inner city saw the human Martial Cultivator outside, they suddenly laughed. They rubbed their heads, puzzled by the human Martial Cultivator's actions.    

Why were they laughing?    

And they suddenly laughed.    

It could be seen that the human Martial Cultivator was already very tired.    

If he took this opportunity to kill his way out, he might be able to defeat the opponent.    

On the city wall stood a middle-aged man in purple with a face full of killing intent. He looked outside and saw that a large number of Poison Demons had died, but he couldn't see any sadness on the middle-aged man's face.