Alchemy & Martial Supreme

They were the Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator of the alliance.    

Although Qin Ming had changed his appearance, anyone who was familiar with him could still tell from his every move.    

Although they knew Qin Ming's true identity, they didn't expose him. Instead, they followed him and greeted him warmly.    

Seeing that a few Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator were especially enthusiastic about Qin Ming, many of them were surprised.    

Qin Ming was only a Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator. Although he saved Xianyu Yuan, he shouldn't be so enthusiastic.    

Seeing the Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator in the alliance treat him especially warmly, Qin Ming smiled. He knew that the other party had recognized him.    

After casually greeting the others, Qin Ming and the others went to a quiet place alone.    

"Greetings, alliance Master." There was no one else present. A short-haired Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator was the first to greet him respectfully.    

The others also bowed to Qin Ming.    

Qin Ming nodded his head and asked curiously, "How did you all come here?"    

Short Hair Martial Cultivator said, "I was flying in the sky and wanted to walk towards the center of the Void Illusion Secret Realm, but I didn't expect that there would be a huge suction force coming from the underground, sucking me in."    

The other Martial Cultivator also replied in unison, and they were all very similar.    

They also shared some of the information here with Qin Ming.    

It turned out that there was not only one passageway in this place. There were quite a few of them.    

All of these passages had a similarity. There were no Source Plant around them, and even the rocks were very smooth.    

Moreover, the suction force of these passageways was extremely strong. Many Martial Cultivator were flying in the sky, and they were all brought down.    

This was also the reason why... The number of Martial Cultivator that came here was even greater than those in the Realm.    

After all, only Dragon Realm powerhouses dared to fly in the sky. As for Flood Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator walking on the ground, only the unlucky Martial Cultivator would be affected when the suction force stopped and coincidentally walk into the range of the suction force.    

"When the large hole sucked in the Origin Qi, you were outside looking. Didn't you notice anything strange?" Qin Ming's heart stirred as he asked.    

Short Hair Martial Cultivator shook his head and said, "I didn't sense anything unusual. I was sucked down the moment I passed by this area."    

"At that time, I was wondering why there weren't any plants down there."    

Hearing this, Qin Ming fell into deep thought.    

He could almost confirm that the wind cave was formed because of the saint blood.    

It was very easy for the Martial Cultivator to fall into the trap if it didn't pay attention to the grey saint blood.    

He didn't notice anything unusual at all, so he stepped into the heavy armor and was dragged down.    

Although this wind cave was different from the grey colored saint blood, it also had the same ability. Before the Martial Cultivator could sense it, it had fallen into the trap.    

The difference between the two was that the power of the gray saint blood was slightly weaker, and the range of effect was also much smaller.    

There were already over 200 Martial Cultivator in this underground world. Fortunately, there were still Martial Cultivator coming in from the outside every day.    

Originally, these weren't the only Martial Cultivator here. However, some of them had died due to the conflict with the Poison Demon.    

"Is there any way to get out?" Although he had already confirmed that this was the reason behind the saint blood, Qin Ming didn't have any thoughts about the saint blood. Instead, he was thinking about how to get out of here.    

The power of the saint blood was too strong. Qin Ming might have already died under its Dao before he even touched it.    

Absorbing a saint blood required one to act according to one's own abilities and do things that were impossible for one to do. It was not courage but stupidity when one blindly thought that it was a saint blood and rushed forward to absorb it.