Alchemy & Martial Supreme

The hero spirit had saved his life several times.    

If not for the hero spirit, he would have died in the hands of the Poison Demon and the Golden Horned Race.    

Other than the hero spirit energy, there was also the hero spirit's energy.    

When the hero spirits prayed, they would release the hero spirit's energy.    

He could not control the hero spirit's energy, so he could only absorb it.    

He did not know what the hero spirit's energy was.    

However, he had a feeling that the hero spirit's energy was even more important than the hero spirit's energy.    

The hero spirit's energy seemed to be related to the most fundamental thing in the human body, such as the bloodline.    

The bloodline was improving.    

Although his bloodline had already reached the Supreme Realm, it could still be improved by the hero spirit's energy.    

The hero spirit energy improved his martial arts cultivation.    

However, as long as he had enough talent and sufficient cultivation resources, he could always cultivate to the bottleneck with just a little bit of time.    

The hero spirit's energy only shortened this time.    

It was very useful.    

However, compared to improving the bloodline and the foundation, Qin Ming felt that the hero spirit's energy was more important.    

The effect of the hero spirit's energy had not yet shown itself.    

Qin Ming believed that when it appeared, it would definitely shock everyone.    

Without the hero spirit's energy, Qin Ming believed that he could also break through to the Supreme Realm.    

If he did not have the hero spirit's energy, he might not be able to walk far in the future.    

Therefore, compared to the hero spirit's energy, he cared more about the hero spirit's energy.    

However, his current realm was still too low, so he did not know what the effect of the heroic name was.    

Even his bloodline, he did not have the ability to explore it. At least his realm had to reach the Supreme Realm.    

The heroic name could increase his bloodline, but it could also increase other things. He could not even understand it.    

Qin Ming did not study it. It was meaningless.    

He only needed to know that the more heroic name he absorbed, the better it would be.    

"My bloodline has reached the Supreme Realm. The Supreme Realm and the Half-Step Supreme Realm are very different. Even if I pray for 600,000 Divine Beast Realm Heroic Spirits, my bloodline will not have any obvious improvement."    

"However, as long as I continue to improve, with the accumulation of time, there will be a day when it will have a huge effect. The quantitative change will lead to a qualitative change!" Qin Ming was confident in the future.    

He believed that one day, he would stand at the top of the martial arts world, standing above all the living beings in the world, and explore the unknown realm.    

One day, everyone in the world would be weaker than him in martial arts!    

This was his hope for the future!    

"I'm done resting!" Qin Ming said.    

He wanted to start studying the Body Refining Pill.    

No matter how high he could climb in the future, the road was right under his feet. He needed to take it step by step.    

It was difficult, but he had confidence and patience.    

Qin Xixuan did not disturb Qin Ming. She walked to the side to absorb the heroic spirit energy and quietly cultivate.    

At the same time, she would pay attention to the distance.    

She had consumed a Demon-Hunting Pill of perfect quality.    

It could be used to investigate very far.    

In addition, the view was very wide. As long as she was careful, as long as she paid attention to her surroundings, she would not have to worry about the Golden Horn Clan suddenly attacking.    

Qin Ming could do his own things in peace.    

There were also beasts around, alert. They were all tamed by Qin Ming.    

The wind on the mountain was very strong. Qin Ming stood by the cliff, the wind was even stronger here.    

No matter how strong the wind was, it did not affect Qin Ming at all.    

He sat there cross-legged, like a big tree with roots, allowing the wind to blow.    

In front of him was some pure blood, a very pure red.