Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Qin Ming was dumbfounded when he saw all the Poison Devils kneeling down.    

In Qin Ming's impression, poison Devil was a group of people who were willing to do anything for him and Poison Devil.    

They had been brainwashed since they were young. Apart from Poison Devil, there was nothing else in their eyes.    

Although they had their own desires and thoughts, once they had a conflict with Poison Devil, they would choose Poison Devil.    

Thus, even if they became best friends with Poison Demon, at the critical moment, poison Demon would not hesitate to sacrifice his best friends for Poison Demon's faction.    

"Isn't this the founder of the Yin Sect? Why is Poison Demon kneeling down?"    

"And judging from their pious looks, they seem to be worshipping the god in their hearts."    

"Could it be..."    

Qin Ming had a bold guess in his heart.    

Could it be that the creator of Yin Sect was Poison Demon?    

Or even the person who created the sixth supreme world?    

Many mysteries arose in Qin Ming's heart. These were all his guesses, and there was no evidence.    

He shook his head. Qin Ming woke up from his thoughts. "It's useless to think about this."    

"With my current strength, if I were to meet that supreme existence, I would probably turn into ashes with just a glance."    

"I'd better work hard to increase my strength. Only by reaching the Utmost Being can I deal with the Utmost Being."    

"The most important thing right now is to take the treasure and kill Zhang Yi."    

After kneeling for a while, zhang Yi stood up and looked at the wall devoutly.    

Qin Ming looked around. It was like they were in the middle of a mountain, surrounded by stone walls.    

If Qin Ming hadn't seen this place before, he would have thought that he was in a huge hole dug out by a huge mountain.    

They continued to walk forward, and the wind was getting stronger and stronger.    

There was a pattern on the stone wall.    

Qin Ming stared at these paintings, wanting to get more clues from them.    

The man in the painting always had a heroic image, until he built a sect.    

From the paintings, Qin Ming could tell that the sect he built was most likely the Yin Sect.    

This was because the painting had countless disciples engraved with formations and seals.    

As they walked forward, it seemed as if they were drawing the process of the Seal Sect creating seals.    

The seals they drew became more and more high-end, and there were all sorts of strange things.    

Just as Qin Ming thought that the Seal Sect's history would be recorded in the future, the faceless man appeared again.    

This time, the aura he carried was no longer majestic, but overbearing.    

He no longer had a body of righteousness, but was filled with dominance.    

The disciples of the Yin Sect died one by one. Some turned into dried corpses, some turned into ashes.    

Qin Ming could feel a deep sorrow from the wall.    

The painting stopped at this point. Qin Ming wanted to find out what had happened, but there was no longer a stone wall in front of him. Instead, there was a huge lake.    

The lake was filled with raging waves. There were waves of strong wind blowing from the surface of the lake.    

After touching the stone wall, he turned around and left.    

Even if Qin Ming did not close his eyes, he could still see them.    

There were all kinds of Dao connections here.    

Gray, green, blue, and red intertwined and reflected each other.    

"According to the book, there are a total of five Dao in this world. They are the green wind, red fire, blue water, gray earth and purple lightning."    

"There are four Daos here that are extremely dense. Yin Zong is truly generous."    

Qin Ming could feel a strong sense of vicissitude in this place. The buildings here were at least ten thousand years old.    

Because of the formation, all the buildings were still in good condition.    

However, the aura of history on their bodies would not disappear because of the formation.    

In other words, the four Daos here had been interwoven for at least ten thousand years.