Alchemy & Martial Supreme

If he did not have his own blood to suppress it, he might have unconsciously let the supreme level material melt the flame.    

When he thought about the flame disappearing, Qin Ming panicked. He quickly forced out the blood in his body and poured it into the golden liquid.    

He was still worried that his blood would be wasted, but when he thought about the flame disappearing, he did not feel any heartache.    

He could still replenish his blood, but he needed a lot of resources and time.    

However, if the flame disappeared, then it was really gone.    

The flame had accompanied him for a long time. It had helped him in almost the first battle.    

Martial Cultivators loved their weapons very much.    

And the flame had accompanied him for so long, fighting in wars. He had already developed a deep relationship with the flame.    

In Qin Ming's opinion, although the flame was only a weapon, it actually had its own thoughts.    

Qin Ming could feel the loyalty of the flame to him.    

Even though the flame knew that it could not withstand the power of the rules, it did not back down.    

It had blocked the attack of a half-step Supreme Being for him, preventing him from being hit directly by the power of the rules.    

If the flame retreated, then he would have died in the battle with the half-step Supreme Being of the Poison Demon Clan. It was impossible for him to win.    

The flame had helped him countless times. His relationship with the flame was incomparably deep.    

Not to mention that the final product would not be a Supreme Weapon that was not compatible with him, even if it was a Supreme Weapon that was completely compatible with him, as long as it was not the flame, he did not want it.    

He needed to use his blood to help the flame suppress it. If it wasn't for Qin Xixuan's reminder, he would have been completely ignorant.    

And ignorance would lead to a disaster.    

"Xixuan, thank goodness you reminded me." Qin Ming was a little scared.    

Qin Xixuan stopped Qin Ming from speeding up the flow of blood. She said with a pained heart, "Don't speed up, take it slow."    

"To help the flame suppress it, just a little blood is enough. As long as you don't feel the mighty power of the Supreme Weapon, it's enough. Any more is a waste."    

"It might take some time to reconstruct the flame, so we can't let it bleed like this."    

Hearing that, Qin Ming hurriedly started to bleed.    

"How about this?" Qin Ming turned his head and asked Qin Xixuan.    

"Slow down a little more." Qin Xixuan said.    

And so, Qin Ming's speed of bleeding slowed down a little more.    

"Slow down a little more!" Qin Xixuan made Qin Ming slow down again.    

Hearing Qin Xixuan's suggestion, Qin Ming stared at the flame in the sky that was fusing with the golden liquid, and slowed down a little more.    

If they continued to slow down, they would only feel the mighty power of the Supreme Weapon coming out of the golden liquid when a drop of blood was added into it.    

"Alright, now we can speed up a little. As long as we don't feel this mighty power, it's fine." Qin Xixuan wiped the sweat on her forehead and said.    

Qin Ming increased his speed a little, but he was still slowly adding blood, but he still couldn't feel the mighty power descending.    

"Alright!" Qin Xixuan grinned and said, "Brother, your bloodline is stronger than I imagined!"    

He scratched his head and looked at Qin Xixuan in confusion.    

Qin Xixuan smiled and said, "In my memory, there are many experts whose bloodlines can break through to the Supreme Realm."    

"But their bloodlines are not as strong as yours."    

"If my martial arts realm breaks through to the Supreme Realm, I will definitely be stronger than other Supreme Realm experts."    

"Also, when you break through to the Supreme Realm, your bloodline will be of great help to you."    

"But there is a shortcoming..."