Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Soon, the person on the bed in the room stopped breathing.

After waiting for another moment, after confirming that the person on the bed was really dead, Qin Ming used his own power of heaven and earth to open a hole and drilled in.

Slowly walked to the bluestone, touched the space ring, and a jade bottle appeared in his hand out of thin air. This jade bottle was fascinating red. Pour out a pill. The red pill is black and the The Nine Stripes Road, faintly swimming, is extremely strange.

The pill was finely ground into powder and placed in the gap of the bluestone. As the air poured in, the powder slowly drifted into the hole.

After thinking about it, Qin Ming poured out another pill and repeated what was just now, putting the pill into the crack.

After doing this, Qin Ming stood aside, closed his eyes, activated his talented supernatural powers, and his heavenly eyes, staring at the Martial Lord of the True Heart Sect in the cellar.

This pill was colorless and tasteless, and it was ground extremely finely by Qin Ming. It was mixed with the dust in the air and could not be seen at all.

Zhengxinzong Wuzun sat cross-legged, breathing evenly, practicing sternly, without noticing that the air was mixed with terrible poisonous powder.

This poisonous powder floated around Zhengxinzong Wuzun, filling the entire room.

Suddenly, Zhengxinzong Wuzun snorted, spit out a mouthful of blood, and looked at the pitch-black blood on the ground, his face turned pale.

I wanted to stand up, but I suddenly felt weak, supporting the bed with my hands, and I struggled to stand up with force.

Looking at the passage, the passage that could jump up and exit in an instant has now become so long and narrow.

His eyes were full of unwillingness, and there was a hint of confusion. Zhengxinzong Wuzun stood, closed his eyes, and stopped breathing.

Seeing Zhengxinzong Wuzun's performance, Qin Ming was expressionless and stood motionless.

After another ten breathing times, the standing Zhengxinzong Wuzun suddenly opened his eyes, and when he found that no one was showing up, there was a deep disappointment in his eyes.

After the three breaths time, Zhengxinzong Wuzun closed his eyes again.

Qin Ming still did not move. He waited for a quarter of an hour before he stood up, opened the bluestone slab, and jumped out of the hole. The moment he went down, he punched Zhengxinzong Wuzun's head with a punch.

Zhengxinzong Wuzun did not take any action and was directly smashed into pieces.

Qin Ming breathed a sigh of relief, took the space ring in Zhengxinzong Wuzun's hand, and carefully checked Zhengxinzong Wuzun's hands. After finding that there was no other harvest, Qin Ming left the cellar.

In the space ring of Zhengxinzong Wuzun, he found a large number of superb spirit stones, solution spirits, and numerous treasures.

Even inside, an 8-rank hidden weapon was discovered.

"Fortunately, I didn't go in at the beginning. If you were attacked by this hidden weapon in that small cellar, it would be more fortunate."

Qin Ming played with a cylindrical bamboo tube. The bamboo tube looked extremely ordinary, but Qin Ming, who was a magical alchemist, found that the bamboo tube was a kind of eight-level spiritual plant when he held it in his hand.

These eight-rank Lingzhi, in addition to being able to refine pill, are also a good material for making hidden weapons.

After careful observation, Qin Ming knew that as long as the bamboo tube was twisted lightly, thousands of needles would be shot out of the bamboo tube. These needles were as thin as hair and looked black.

Being attacked frontally, even at Qin Ming's speed, it was impossible to avoid it unharmed.

These needles were even coated with Grade 8 poison. As long as they were stained with a trace, they were immediately poisoned and let them be killed.