Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Qin Ming had no way to describe this wind.

He is very peculiar.

Everything has only one temperature, either cold or hot.

It is common sense that cold and heat cannot coexist.

But this wind broke common sense.

Qin Ming had no way of sensing its true temperature, he only felt cold and hot.

"This is it."

The wind was blowing, and Zhang Yi had a bright smile on his face.

Even the old man in the Jiao Realm, whose face had remained unchanged, had a slight smile on his face.

I saw them walking around and coming to completely different places.

The three warriors also understood that they seemed to have reached the top of the tower.

Zhang Yi and others were very frightened.

I wonder in my mind, who are they and why do they know the right path?

If you get caught, nothing good will happen.

Don't ask for rewards, just ask for getting out alive.

But now people are fighting for their lives, so if you want to get out, you can only think of other ways.

Can……

The three of them looked at this space. The purple mist had disappeared. The field of vision was extremely wide. It was impossible to escape.

Even if there is no strong person in the dragon realm, it would be impossible for them to escape from here, let alone the mysterious strong person in the dragon realm.

The three people's hearts were filled with despair.

Qin Ming also frowned.

There is no Ziwu here. After he killed Zhang Yi, evacuation became a problem.

Zhang Yi wants to be killed, no matter what.

What's more, the right path was discovered.

"Kill Zhang Yi, get the treasure, and it doesn't seem like a loss to transform once."

Qin Ming secretly decided in his heart that if it didn't work, he would transform once.

Kill Zhang Yi and the Jiao Realm Poison Demon and get the treasure.

"Let's go!" Zhang Yi waved his hand and took the lead to continue walking forward.

The cold and hot wind kept blowing, and Qin Ming still felt the slightest sensation.

Silk water vapor.

"Rumble..."

Hearing the sound, Qin Ming looked upward. The sound was like thunder, as if it was about to rain.

"What the hell is this place and why is it so weird?"

Qin Ming felt like this place was like a world.

Seems to be isolated from the world of Tianlong.

Qin Ming knew that this was his illusion.

Perhaps this is the reason for the formation.

As he walked, Qin Ming kept an eye on his surroundings to prevent any unknown dangers.

Zhang Yi and others were also very vigilant, paying attention to the surrounding walls.

wall?

Qin Ming looked at the wall and could see that there were murals on it, and the paintings were lifelike.

"It seemed to tell a story."

On the mural, a man whose face cannot be seen clearly kills beasts, controls disasters, and is worshiped by everyone.

It seems to be recording the life of a hero.

"Is he the founder of Yin Zong?"

Qin Ming guessed in his mind.

The reason for this speculation is that these paintings appeared within Yin Zong.

It is very likely that this is the hardships that descendants went through in order to pay homage to their ancestors and create a sect.

And the person in the painting, even though he has no face, still gives Qin Ming a faint sense of pressure.

This kind of coercion, without any momentum, seems to be innate.

"If this person is alive, he must be a man who stands upright."

For some reason, Qin Ming's heart arose just by looking at a portrait with no facial features. This must be the feeling that this must be a man of the times.

At this moment, Zhang Yi and the others seemed to recognize the person in the portrait.

His expression changed, his eyes filled with admiration, respect, and... fanaticism.

The eyes of the old man in Jiao Realm were also filled with a strange brilliance.

Zhang Yi, the old man, and the four guards all knelt down towards the portrait, crawled on the ground, and muttered words that Qin Ming could not understand. Qin Ming had no way to describe this wind.

He is very peculiar.

Everything has only one temperature, either cold or hot.

It is common sense that cold and heat cannot coexist.

But this wind broke common sense.

Qin Ming had no way of sensing its true temperature, he only felt cold and hot.

"This is it."

The wind was blowing, and Zhang Yi had a bright smile on his face.

Even the old man in the Jiao Realm, whose face had remained unchanged, had a slight smile on his face.

I saw them walking around and coming to completely different places.

The three warriors also understood that they seemed to have reached the top of the tower.

Zhang Yi and others were very frightened.

I wonder in my mind, who are they and why do they know the right path?

If you get caught, nothing good will happen.

Don't ask for rewards, just ask for getting out alive.

But now people are fighting for their lives, so if you want to get out, you can only think of other ways.

Can……

The three of them looked at this space. The purple mist had disappeared. The field of vision was extremely wide. It was impossible to escape.

Even if there is no strong person in the dragon realm, it would be impossible for them to escape from here, let alone the mysterious strong person in the dragon realm.

The three people's hearts were filled with despair.

Qin Ming also frowned.

There is no Ziwu here. After he killed Zhang Yi, evacuation became a problem.

Zhang Yi wants to be killed, no matter what.

What's more, the right path was discovered.

"Kill Zhang Yi, get the treasure, and it doesn't seem like a loss to transform once."

Qin Ming secretly decided in his heart that if it didn't work, he would transform once.

Kill Zhang Yi and the Jiao Realm Poison Demon and get the treasure.

"Let's go!" Zhang Yi waved his hand and took the lead to continue walking forward.

The cold and hot wind kept blowing, and Qin Ming still felt the slightest sensation.

Silk water vapor.

"Rumble..."

Hearing the sound, Qin Ming looked upward. The sound was like thunder, as if it was about to rain.

"What the hell is this place and why is it so weird?"

Qin Ming felt like this place was like a world.

Seems to be isolated from the world of Tianlong.

Qin Ming knew that this was his illusion.

Perhaps this is the reason for the formation.

As he walked, Qin Ming kept an eye on his surroundings to prevent any unknown dangers.

Zhang Yi and others were also very vigilant, paying attention to the surrounding walls.

wall?

Qin Ming looked at the wall and could see that there were murals on it, and the paintings were lifelike.

"It seems to tell a story."

On the mural, a man whose face cannot be seen clearly kills beasts, controls disasters, and is worshiped by everyone.

It seems to be recording the life of a hero.

"Is he the founder of Yin Zong?"

Qin Ming guessed in his mind.

The reason for this speculation is that these paintings appeared within Yin Zong.

It is very likely that this is the hardships that descendants went through in order to pay homage to their ancestors and create a sect.

And the person in the painting, even though he has no face, still gives Qin Ming a faint sense of pressure.

This kind of coercion, without any momentum, seems to be innate.

"If this person is alive, he must be a man who stands upright."

For some reason, Qin Ming's heart arose just by looking at a portrait with no facial features. This must be the feeling that this must be a man of the times.

At this moment, Zhang Yi and the others seemed to recognize the person in the portrait.

His expression changed, his eyes filled with admiration, respect, and... fanaticism.

The eyes of the old man in Jiao Realm were also filled with a strange brilliance.

Zhang Yi, the old man, and the four guards all knelt down towards the portrait, crawled on the ground, and muttered words that Qin Ming could not understand.