Alchemy & Martial Supreme

He was very strange.    

There was only one thing about it: it was either cold or hot.    

Cold and heat couldn't coexist, this was common sense.    

But this wind broke common sense.    

Qin Ming could not sense its true temperature. He only felt that it was cold and hot.    

"It's here."    

Zhang Yiyi had a bright smile on his face as the wind blew.    

Even the Flood Dragon Realm elder, whose face hadn't changed at all, had a faint smile on his face.    

He saw them walking and stopping until they arrived at a completely different place.    

The three Martial Cultivator also understood. They seemed to have arrived at the top of the pagoda.    

They were extremely shocked by Zhang Yi and the others.    

They wondered who they were and why they knew the correct path.    

Being caught was definitely not a good thing.    

He didn't ask for a reward, he just wanted to get out alive.    

But now, he was the meat on the chopping block. If he wanted to get out, he could only think of other ways.    

But...    

The three of them looked at the space. The purple mist had already disappeared and their field of vision was extremely wide. It was even more impossible for them to escape.    

Even without a Flood Dragon Realm expert, it would be impossible for them to escape from this place, let alone a mysterious Flood Dragon Realm expert.    

The three of them felt as if their hearts were dead.    

Qin Ming also frowned.    

There was no purple fog here. After he killed Zhang Yi, retreating would become a problem.    

Zhang Yi had to be killed, no matter what.    

Not to mention that he had found the right path.    

"Killing Zhang Yi and obtaining the treasure, even if I transform once, it wouldn't be a loss"    

Qin Ming decided in his heart that if he really couldn't do it, he would transform once.    

After killing Zhang Yi and the Flood Dragon Realm Poison Devil, he would obtain the treasure.    

"Let's go!" Zhang Yi waved his hand and led the way forward.    

The cold and hot wind kept blowing. Qin Ming even felt some water vapor.    

"Rumble..."    

Hearing the sound, Qin Ming looked up. That thunder-like sound seemed like it was going to rain.    

"What is this place? Why is it so strange?"    

Qin Ming felt like this was a world.    

It seemed to be isolated from the Skydragon World.    

Qin Ming knew this was his misconception.    

Perhaps this was the reason for the formation.    

As he walked, Qin Ming kept an eye on his surroundings, in case there was any unknown danger.    

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

Walls?    

Qin Ming looked at the wall and saw that there were murals on it, and the murals were very lifelike.    

"This seems to be a story."    

On the murals, there was a person whose face could not be seen clearly. He had killed Origin Beast, healed the disaster, and was worshipped by everyone.    

It seemed to be recording the life of a hero.    

"Could he be the founder of the Yin Sect?"    

Qin Ming guessed in his heart.    

The reason why he had such a guess was because these paintings had appeared in the interior of the Seal Sect.    

It was very likely that these paintings were the hardships that later generations had gone through to establish their own sect in order to offer sacrifices to their ancestors.    

Furthermore, even though the person in the painting did not have a face, he still gave Qin Ming a faint pressure.    

This kind of pressure didn't carry any Qi, as if he was born with it.    

"If this person is still alive, he must be an indomitable man."    

For some reason, Qin Ming's heart was filled with anticipation just by relying on a portrait that didn't even have facial features. This must be the feeling of an influential figure of an era.    

At this moment, zhang Yi and the others seemed to have recognized the person in the portrait.    

Their expressions changed, and their eyes were filled with worship, respect, and... fanaticism.    

The eyes of the Flood Dragon Realm elder also shone with a strange brilliance.    

Zhang Yi, the old man, and the four guards all knelt down in front of the portrait, prostrating themselves on the ground, muttering something that Qin Ming could not understand.