Alchemy & Martial Supreme

At the beginning, when he became the patriarch of the Poison Demon Clan, he felt very comfortable being praised by so many people.    

But after a while, he gradually got used to it.    

Moreover, because his Martial Cultivation had already reached the limit of the half-step Supreme Realm, there was no way to improve it.    

He didn't need to cultivate every day, so he had nothing to do.    

As the patriarch of the Poison Demon Family, he enjoyed the best resources.    

In the clan, there were countless beautiful maids surrounding him.    

He could do whatever he wanted.    

He could enjoy himself in his palace all day long.    

This life was even more comfortable than that of a god.    

If there was anything he needed to do, the Poison Demon Clan would do it for him. He just had to give the order.    

Moreover, as the patriarch of the Poison Demon clan, he was the one who allocated the resources of the entire clan.    

Ever since he took back the authority of Leng Qiandong and Young Master Pu, only some of the Poison Demon Clan's Poison Demons at the early stage of the half-step Supreme Realm had the authority. They were very respectful to him.    

The days he lived in the Poison Demon Clan were too comfortable.    

Even when he was a human Martial Cultivator, he was still a disciple of the clan. His life was still considered good, but compared to now, it was far from being comparable.    

He almost got addicted to such a comfortable life.    

Fortunately, the Heroic Spirit Energy reminded him in time.    

As long as he saw the Heroic Spirit Energy in his hand, he would understand his goal.    

There would be even more good days like this in the future.    

Most importantly, even if his current Martial Tao realm had reached the limit of the Half-Zhizun realm, his body would still rot.    

Even if his body rotted very slowly, he still had at least ten thousand years of life, so he didn't need to worry too much.    

Ten thousand years was very long, but it was not forever.    

Moreover, the comfort of absorbing the heroic spirit energy was not something that a few women could compare with.    

He wanted the heroic spirit energy, he wanted a lot of it.    

Other than absorbing the heroic spirit energy to break through to the Supreme Realm, he also needed a large amount of heroic spirit energy to enjoy.    

Only when his Martial Tao realm broke through to the Supreme Realm would his lifespan be endless.    

Although his Martial Tao realm had not broken through to the Supreme Realm, the Half-Zhizun realm Martial Cultivator's lifespan was at least ten thousand years, let alone the Supreme Realm experts.    

The strength of the Supreme Realm experts was far from what the Half-Zhizun realm Martial Cultivators could compare with, so his lifespan was naturally much longer than the Half-Zhizun realm.    

It was even possible that the Supreme Realm could break through the limits of his lifespan.    

There were no Supreme Realm experts in the periphery of the Supreme Realm.    

Even the Poison Demon Clan did not have any records about the Supreme Realm's lifespan.    

No Supreme Realm experts had ever died of old age, and they all died in battle.    

Wang Bilo was very eager to reach the Supreme Realm.    

It was also because he was very eager to reach the Supreme Realm that he could come out of the gentle world with great perseverance.    

"This time, we will attack the Human Alliance. Otherwise, we will give them no chance!"    

“Have you seen the Human Alliance?” Wang Bilan asked.    

They were all Poison Demon Formation Masters.    

This location was very remote, and there were many ferocious beasts attacking these formation masters.    

Wang Bilan released his aura, and immediately, the intelligent ferocious beasts immediately turned around and ran.    

As for the unintelligent ferocious beasts, they rushed over and were easily dealt with by the elite Poison Demons.    

Many Poison Demon Formation Masters had died.    

Seeing that the ferocious beasts attacking them had all died, they sat on the ground with sweat on their foreheads, as if they had just survived a disaster.    

It was too difficult.    

They had built the formation here, and it could be said that they had risked their lives.