C2317 You Destroyed Him
Looking at Qin Ming's face, for some reason, poison Devil, who was wearing a long robe, felt some fear in his heart.
"Qin Ming is only in the Snake realm. I am in the Flood Dragon realm, he is definitely not my match."
"Even if he turns into a monster, the most he can do is fight me to a draw. When his transformation is over, victory will be mine."
He was clear about the uniqueness of the saint blood Martial Cultivator, and he also knew that the saint blood Martial Cultivator could turn into a monster.
But what could a transformation do?
Even if the saint blood Martial Cultivator turned into a monster, it would not be able to kill someone above its level.
And because of this, logically speaking, Qin Ming was absolutely not his match.
"Did you destroy the small world?"
Qin Ming's face was ferocious as he asked word by word.
"Yes, I did!" Sensing that his Qi had been completely suppressed, poison Demon, who was wearing a long robe, said word by word.
The murderer was right there. Qin Ming's boiling bloodline could no longer wait.
The flames seemed to have sensed the hatred on his master's body. They emitted red flames and wore his hands.
Poison Demon, who was wearing a long robe, looked at the dazzling flames and asked in puzzlement, "What is this thing?"
He had never seen such a treasure before.
This time, chou Ji had called him over to destroy the small world. He came over very quickly, and it was just as the intel had said, there were a few Martial Cultivator here.
After killing these few Martial Cultivator, he would begin to destroy the small world.
However...
After that, he originally planned to return straight away. However, he suddenly felt something and waited by the side for a while.
He didn't expect that he would be able to wait until Qin Ming arrived.
Qin Ming!
As long as he killed Qin Ming, wouldn't Chou Ji reward him generously?
During this period of time, sir's hair had been in a mess because of Qin Ming's matter.
Apart from that, would he be able to obtain some spoils of war?
He had never seen this treasure before.
He didn't discover any Origin Qi from this red treasure.
Logically speaking, it shouldn't be a treasure.
But looking at how Qin Ming used it, he knew that this treasure wasn't simple.
He had never seen such a precious treasure before. It must be of extraordinary value.
"Qin Ming is called the perfect Alchemist. He must have a lot of Perfect Pills in his hand. I only need half of it. No, even if I only need one point, it will be enough for me to cultivate for a long time."
"Maybe the treasures on his body will be enough for me to cultivate to the Dragon Realm."
With this thought, he suddenly had an idea.0
If he killed Qin Ming, he would take all the treasures on Qin Ming's body.
After that, he would go back and report that he had successfully completed the mission and not mention about Qin Ming.
He would ask Chou Ji to look for Qin Ming all over the world.
Qin Ming was already dead. Chou Ji would definitely not be able to find him.
There were no other Martial Cultivator here, and no one knew that Qin Ming had actually been killed by him.
When he made use of Qin Ming's wealth to become a Dragon Realm powerhouse, would he still need to be afraid of Chou Ji?
At that time, chou Ji might be removed from his position because he had not found Qin Ming for a long time.
At that time, he would be a newly advanced Dragon Realm expert. He would then take out Qin Ming's head and obtain the Devil Ancestor's reward.
With the help of the treasures on Qin Ming's body, he would definitely be able to obtain a position in the sect.
It was not difficult for him to hold a high position in the sect.
If that was the case, why would he leave the credit of killing Qin Ming to Chou Ji?
When he thought of this, he looked at Qin Ming with eyes full of greed.
At this moment, Qin Ming's mind was filled with killing intent. He didn't care what this Poison Devil was thinking at all. He dashed forward and threw a punch at the Poison Devil's chest, swearing to take his life as a tribute to the souls of all living beings in this small world.
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