But now the Poison Demon's Holy Blood, the breath is far less powerful than before.
If you use it to continue to cultivate poison demon, it is likely to completely destroy it.
This Poison Demon's Holy Blood is extremely powerful, if it weren't for Qin Ming to break a big hole, it would be very easy for it to train all the Poison Demon to the Dragon Realm.
But now, after only cultivating more than 20,000 Dragon Realm Poison Demon, the Demon Ancestor did not dare to continue using it.
"Huh..." Looking at the hole in the blood of the Poison Demon, he couldn't wait to take Qin Ming off eight pieces: "Qin Ming, what you care about most in the Heavenly Dragon World is the Cloud City Alliance."
"I want to destroy the Cloud City Alliance bit by bit in front of you, and a warrior will brutally kill in front of you!"
Qin Ming is a saint blood warrior, and now the martial art realm has reached the late stage of the dragon realm, he should not be his opponent.
But it doesn't matter, war is not alone.
With the help of countless Dragon Realm Poison Demons, even ten Qin Ming could easily win it.
Even if Qin Ming ran away, as long as the Heavenly Dragon World was unified, he could deal with him slowly.
While he was dreaming about bringing Qin Ming's tortured death to life, a Dragon Realm Poison Demon respectfully came to the sedan chair and said: "Magic Ancestor, Quyang City is here!"
Mozu looked out of the sedan chair, and Quyang City was below.
Quyang City had already been captured by the Poison Demon. There was no voice in the city, and some were corpses.
There are no flying source beasts here, even the source beasts that are the most greedy for the corpses of human warriors are deterred by the strange atmosphere and dare not come here.
The demon ancestor walked out of the sedan chair holding the blood of the poisonous demon, and slowly came to the top of Quyang City.
The blood of the poison demon was beating faster and faster, as if it could not wait.
After touching the blood of the poisonous demon, the demon ancestor looked at countless corpses below, and he whispered: "Ning!"
Suddenly, countless blood was dragged by an invisible force and flew towards the poisonous demon holy blood in his hand.
Cuckoo...
The Poison Demon's Holy Blood never refused to come, beating faster and faster.
As it beats faster, the blood below it flies faster and faster, eventually forming a river, which is continuously injected into the holy blood.
After a while, the blood like a river slowly turned into a stream, and the stream slowly dried up, and the blood of the poison demon was still beating violently, but there was no way to absorb any drop of blood.
The Demon Ancestor on the side slowly touched it, muttering to himself: "It doesn't matter, there will be soon, there will be more, more!"
It seemed that after hearing his comfort, the Poison Demon's Holy Blood beat more and more slowly, and finally returned to the previous rhythm.
And all the corpses in Quyang City were as if they had been air-dried for a thousand years. A gust of wind blew them and turned into fly ash.
You know, the strength in front of these corpses can be strong or weak, and the strongest has reached the dragon realm.
The corpse of a dragon martial artist will not rot for thousands of years and will not be destroyed for thousands of years.
But now there is a gust of wind, let it disappear, if such a scene is seen by ordinary warriors, it will definitely be scared to death.
The entire Quyang City is quiet, without any warrior alive.
After the body disappeared, this place became a dilapidated withered city.
The Demon Ancestor didn't even look at Qu Yang City straight, his eyes fixed on the hole in the blood of the Poison Demon.
"It seems...the hole is a little less, and it has a trace of contact with me!" The Demon Ancestor stared in disbelief.
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