Alchemy & Martial Supreme

The Pill God fire could not catch up to him, and the red cloud could not get close to him either. Now, they were in a deadlock!    

"What should we do?" Qin Ming was anxious, "The longer we wait, the slower the Power of Divine Soul recovers. When the Power of Divine Soul recovers to the point where it can trap it, I'll probably be exhausted to death!"    

Controlling the Pill God's Fire also consumed a lot of energy. Furthermore, his attention was always focused on the strange red cloud, preventing it from causing any more trouble. It would take a lot of energy.    

Furthermore, he was only using the Martial Sovereign now. It was only because his divine soul space had advanced to the Earth level that he could use the Power of Divine Soul.    

However, it wasn't a Martial Saint. The amount of Power of Divine Soul was too little, and it wasn't even one percent of the normal Martial Saint.    

Usually, he would not feel it when he used it, but when it came to a battle at the most critical moment, he would encounter a huge problem.    

"It would be great if I consumed the Forbidden Pill. A Half-step Martial Saint Power of Divine Soul is also ten times more than what I have now. It wouldn't be a problem for me to deal with a mere red cloud that is extremely thin."    

Just as Qin Ming was regretting his decision, he suddenly felt that the Power of Divine Soul on his body was recovering rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it had returned to its peak.    

"This is... Divine Wind Pill!?"    

Qin Ming was overjoyed. He immediately looked at the red clouds that were bouncing up and down in the divine soul space with confidence, "Your death is here."    

Gathering the Power of Divine Soul on his body, Qin Ming waved his hand, and a surging Power of Divine Soul swept towards the red cloud.    

Following closely behind the Power of Divine Soul was the noble purple Pill God Fire.    

Sizzle sizzle...    

The Power of Divine Soul wrapped around the red cloud like water being poured into oil. It made an ear-piercing sound. The Power of Divine Soul was being consumed at a rapid speed, causing the red cloud to become even more solid.    

Qin Ming sneered. The Pill God fire had already been burned by the red cloud.    

"Let's refine it!"    

The Spiritual Energy on his body surged towards the Pill God fire with all its strength. The purple flame instantly surged, and the temperature rose rapidly.    

Zi... Zi...    

The red cloud sensed the danger. It wanted to leave, but Qin Ming's Power of Divine Soul had already wrapped around it. There was no way it could escape.    

"You still want to run?! Transform!"    

With another burst of strength, the purple flame burned even more vigorously.    

"Huhu..." Qin Ming gasped for breath, "Why isn't there a Divine Soul Bead?"    

"As expected, this isn't the evil dragon of Crab Devil Force."    

"It's more like a... poison, and it's not an ordinary poison. There's even the Power of Divine Soul mixed within!"    

"The most important thing is that there seems to be something strange inside!"    

During the process of Qin Ming refining the red cloud, he felt a strange force. It was said to be a force, but it did not seem like it. It was more like a will, and it was hard to tell what it was.    

"Could this be the secret of a Martial Emperor?"    

Qin Ming had never encountered such a force of will before, and this was something he found on the red cloud.    

Redcloud was most likely the possession of a Martial Emperor from the Crab Devil Force. Based on these clues, he deduced that this mysterious thing was something only a Martial Emperor could possess.    

"These are all speculations. When a Martial Emperor wakes up, ask him and he will understand!"    

Qin Ming withdrew his thoughts. Before he could size up his surroundings, the scene in front of him changed, and Lan Zhi appeared in front of him.    

He had already retreated from the divine soul space.    

"Qin Ming, you finally woke up. You scared me to death just now." Putting down the flute, Lan Zhi flew up and picked up Qin Ming.    

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm fine, aren't I?" Qin Ming stood up and held Lan Zhi tightly in his arms.    

"Qin Ming, you just fainted. I am worried and scared. If something happens to you, what should I do?" Lan Zhi's voice was trembling.