Chapter 280: Supreme Technique (Second Update!Subscription Requested!)

Qin Ming was prepared.

I saw Qin Ming point out, and the terrifying divine light suddenly tore those branches apart.

"Is this the power of the Supreme Bone?"

Qin Ming muttered.

It is worthy of the supreme arthropic calamity.

"Damn it!"

That tree demon knew that he was definitely not this Qin Ming's opponent. In this case, stay in the green mountains without worrying about running out of firewood. The dryad already had a retreat in his heart and wanted to stop and leave.

After all, life is the most important thing.

But the Dryad had already seen Qin Ming perform the Supreme Technique, how could Qin Ming let him leave easily.

What's more, this Dryad has been cultivating for thousands of years. If you cultivate your whole body into refinement, I am afraid that your realm can be raised to another level.

That tree demon obviously didn't expect that Qin Ming would dare to chase after him! No matter what, that tree demon had also lived for a thousand years. was chased by this milky doll, and a trace of anger suddenly appeared in my heart again.

Qin Ming's eyes closed slightly, and he saw wisps of runes flickering in his eyes, the destruction of the sun and the moon, and the regeneration of the galaxy.

The dryad's eyes met Qin Ming's eyes, and he suddenly felt a little palpitating.

"This is, the Double-Pupiled?"

Naturally, the dryad had also heard the legend of the Heavy Pupil.

"Damn! It's the one with the double pupil!"

In front of the Heavy Pupil, the dryad didn't even have the strength to resist. His legs went limp, and his body fell directly to the ground.

"The one with heavy pupils spares his life!"

The dryad's body trembled slightly.

"Spare your life?"

Qin Ming snorted coldly, at this time he remembered to beg for mercy?

I saw two golden rays of light suddenly burst out from Qin Ming's heavy pupils, directly into the Dryad's chest.

The next moment, the dryad suddenly began to vomit blood. Under the coercion of the heavy pupil, the dryad was severely injured almost instantly.

The dryad couldn't help but be horrified.

Qin Ming was just a look, and he was seriously injured!

The dryad struggled to his feet, and when he saw that begging for mercy was useless, he was ready to fight to the death. I saw that the tree demon sacrificed thousands of branches again, but it was cut off again by the short axe in Qin Ming's hand.

"Die!"

Qin Ming's eyes suddenly turned crimson gold.

It was as if a round of tomorrow would explode in the chest of the dryad, and the dryad couldn't even scream in the face of the terrifying majesty, and it was instantly torn apart!

Looking at the broken body of the Dryad, the runes swept out of Qin Ming's body, devouring everything in the Dryad.

After a moment, Qin Ming's breath stabilized.

This tree demon is worthy of cultivating for a thousand years, and refining the tree demon can be worth Qin Ming's one-year penance.

Of course, the biggest gain of this trip is the short axe in Qin Ming's hand.

With Qin Ming's eyes, it was still difficult to identify what level of weapon this was. But there was no doubt that this hatchet was definitely stronger than any weapon he had ever seen!

The most precious thing in the core of the ruins has already been obtained by Qin Ming, and although Qin Ming is not eye-catching for the rest, Qin Ming is not ready to leave it to those so-called young geniuses.

Qin Ming took the Shi Clan disciples to block out of the core of the ruins, and if they wanted to leave alive, they had to hand over their storage rings! At first, there were a few who resisted, but when Qin Ming cut off their heads with one palm and hung them on the ancient tree, they all obediently handed over the rings.

This time, Qin Ming made a lot of money.

......

When Qin Ming returned to the Shi Clan, it was already three months later.

Qin Ming threw a few treasures obtained from the core of the ruins to the old ancestor of the Shi Clan, and they were very happy.

Then Qin Ming took advantage of the old ancestor's happiness, and took the opportunity to gather all the materials for refining the blood of the desolate beast in the treasure house.

A week later, Qin Ming was successfully quenched.

After the successful quenching of the body, Qin Ming was not ready to retreat to the death in the Shi Clan, so he decided to go back to the Stone Village again to try his luck.

That Liu Shen can be described as Shi Hao's biggest golden finger. If there was no Liu Shen, there would naturally be no later Emperor of the Wasteland.

He had already sent someone to watch the willow god, and according to the current news, Shi Hao had not found the willow god yet.

But it's right to think about it, and I disrupted the original process. That Shi Hao, naturally there is no reason to return to the real ancestral land of the Shi clan.

As long as Shi Hao can't find Liu Shen, then he still has hope of winning.

Otherwise, once Shi Hao has the willow god, Shi Hao will be invincible. Then his fate will probably be extremely miserable.

After coming to the ancestral land of the Shi clan, the dilapidated willow tree was indeed still in front of the village.

Qin Ming came directly to the willow tree and kept trying to communicate with him.

But unfortunately, Qin Ming still didn't get a response from Liu Shen.

If you want to gain the favor of the willow god, it is naturally not something that can be done in a moment. After trying to communicate again to no avail, Qin Ming could only choose to return to the Shi Clan.

Now it has been five years since Shi Hao left the Shi Clan, and no one knows what Shi Hao has developed in the past five years. But Qin Ming upheld a belief, that is, as long as Shi Hao couldn't get the Liu God, then he would not be able to escape and become his own defeated subordinate after all.

This time, Qin Ming arranged nearly a hundred masters in several villages around Liu Shen. As long as someone touches the willow god, they will be killed, and there is no need to ask for identity.

If something happens, take responsibility for yourself!

The reason why so many people were sent was that Qin Ming was also afraid that Shi Hao would suddenly appear here.

Although the timeline has changed, Qin Ming still can't take it lightly, after all, Shi Hao has the aura of a terrifying protagonist.

.....

After returning to the Shi Clan again, Qin Ming didn't have time to continue cultivating, because the old ancestor told him that the people from the Heavenly Pavilion and the Zhulu Academy would arrive soon.

Could it be that the people from the Heavenly Pavilion and the Zhulu Academy came to Xingshi to ask about their sins?

In the ruins, the weak eat the strong, and the fittest survive. But he didn't expect that the disciples of the Heavenly Pavilion and Zhulu Academy would be so shameless, and chose to let the elders in the sect take action.

Although among the ruins, Qin Ming really did not toss less.

Those who followed the elders of Zhulu Academy and Mending Heaven Pavilion Sect came to the young disciples of the two sides.

When the young disciples of Zhulu Academy and Mending Heaven Pavilion had all arrived at the Shi Clan, Qin Ming understood what their idea was, it turned out that Zhulu Academy and Mending Heaven Pavilion wanted to know what the difference between the geniuses in their sect and Qin Ming was!

In their hearts, Qin Ming is only strong in his background, not in his strength!

After knowing the truth, Qin Ming was very disdainful, and he didn't know what made them so confident? Besides, how could the background not be considered strength?

...

"Shi Yi, let's shoot!"

The young man spoke slowly.

There were only two of them in the huge ring. Standing in front of Qin Ming was the senior brother of this generation of Zhulu Academy, Zijing.

In a battle at this level, the decision between victory and defeat is often only a split second!

And Qin Ming is ready to end this battle with one move!

Besides, this bauhinia is not worth mentioning at all in Qin Ming's eyes!

Qin Ming threw a punch, and his body, which had been tempered by the blood of the desolate beast, was a power of hundreds of thousands of catties with any punch!