Alchemy & Martial Supreme

He acted as if he didn't see Holy God drinking his blood.    

The wounds on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.    

The Dao and origin power in Holy God's attack were removed by an unknown force and disappeared.    

"Argh..."    

Slapping his chest, qin Ming roared angrily and rushed forward again. His face was ferocious and his sharp claws were raised high.    

That sword, another sword stabbed into his body. It did not make him afraid at all. Instead, it aroused his endless ferocity.    

"It healed?"    

Holy God frowned. What kind of secrets did Qin Ming have?    

How could his attack be healed so easily?    

In order to heal the wounds he had left behind, besides the High Grade pill, the only thing left was his unique bloodline.    

pill?    

Impossible!    

He kept staring at Qin Ming. If Qin Ming consumed the pill, he would definitely know.    

Bloodline?    

It was even more impossible.    

If Qin Ming had a unique and noble bloodline, it would be impossible for him to only be at the Half-step Martial God now.    

He would have broken through to Martial God a long time ago.    

That kind of bloodline, as long as it was passed down, the Martial Cultivator would become Martial God.    

To it, Martial God was just the beginning...    

"Then why?"    

Shaking his head, Holy God raised his sword and prepared to attack.    

It was impossible to tell what was going on from the looks of it. Unless Qin Ming was interrogated, or killed, or studied his corpse to see if there were any treasures on him.    

Force Qin Ming to ask?    

With Qin Ming's personality, no matter how much pain he suffered, it was impossible for him to tell him the secret.    

There was only one way.    

He could only kill Qin Ming and carefully study his corpse.    

Thinking of this, Holy God no longer had the intention to torture Qin Ming.    

If the wounds on Qin Ming's body hadn't healed yet and could bring pain to Qin Ming, Holy God would still be interested.    

Now, Qin Ming could heal his wounds, and it also carried a secret that made him envious. He had no interest in torturing Qin Ming.    

He was very interested in the secret that could enhance his own strength, and he couldn't wait any longer.    

Holy God didn't hold back when he wanted to kill Qin Ming. The silver sword was glowing with a white light, and it carried a profound aura. With an extremely fast speed, it pierced through Qin Ming's chest and heart.    

"Die!"    

Holy God's face was full of ferociousness. To him, although Qin Ming's strength was not bad, his speed was too slow.    

And he did not know how to change it.    

Killing him was a piece of cake.    

Qin Ming, who was running, saw the shadow of the sword in his eyes. He stretched out his sharp claws, wanting to slap the silver sword away.    

However, his speed was no match for Holy God, who knew a mysterious origin technique.    

"Crack..."    

Holy God's long sword brought with it a trail of blood. It pierced through the scales on Qin Ming's body and pierced through his heart.    

The sword pierced through his heart.    

"Haha..."    

Holy God laughed as he drew his sword and sent Qin Ming flying with a kick.    

As expected, Qin Ming could not dodge his full strength attack.    

That hard body was like a piece of paper to source energy.    

"Cough cough..."    

He wanted to roar, but in the end, it came out from his throat and he coughed violently.    

His heart was bleeding uncontrollably.    

"Awoo..."    

Finally, Qin Ming let out a loud roar. His heart stopped bleeding, and it was recovering.    

"What?! How is this possible?!"    

Holy God was dumbfounded when he saw that his heart was still alive, and that it could still make such a loud sound.    

"Could it be that Qin Ming has really become a Devil Beast?"    

"No, it should be an Origin Beast."    

"It's impossible for a Devil Beast to not die after being pierced through the heart."