C1934 He Was Shocked
C1934 He Was Shocked
"No, I can't be affected by the killing intent. A true Martial Cultivator must be able to control its heart and body."
"I can't even suppress the killing intent in my heart. How can I become a supreme expert of the Martial Path?"
He remembered what Qi Lin had said.
He knew that someone had used himself as the furnace to refine a peerless bloodline, becoming a legend of the Sixth Paragon World.
Although he was his enemy, Qin Ming admired him greatly in terms of martial arts and Pill Tao.
Enemies, there would be a day when they would fight to the death.
With himself as the furnace, the effects he would receive were much greater than the effects his pure bloodline would receive.
The combination of thousands of different kinds of Blood Essence, how terrifying would that be? He didn't even dare to think about it.
In the process of evolving his bloodline, he absolutely couldn't rely on external forces to suppress the savage nature of the Blood Essence.
After all, the savage nature of the Blood Essence was the Blood Essence itself. If he suppressed it, the evolution of his bloodline would inevitably fail.
Right now, he could only suppress the saint blood in his body, but he still couldn't suppress it. Compared to his enemies, he was much weaker.
Qin Ming would never allow such a thing to happen. He wanted to defeat it with his willpower.
"Ah..."
Waves of killing intent that were higher than waves were wearing down his willpower.
And he still had to split his attention to Wang Pu Xin, which was even more torturous.
Qin Ming's eyes were red, and blood was flowing out. His hands were covering his head, and the veins on his hands were bulging. He had already tried his best.
"This is a good opportunity."
When he saw that Qin Ming was in an abnormal state, both of his eyes had been stained with blood. Wang Pu Xin was delighted. Without any hesitation, he raised his sword and lunged to the side.
He had concealed this attack very well. Only when he was close to Qin Ming did he raise his sword and thrust it at Qin Ming.
Although he was careful with his attack, his attack had reached its peak.
"Go to hell."
"No matter what happens to you, as long as you get hit by my sword, you'll die for sure."
His sword was aimed at his heart.
The heart was where the bloodline was stored, and it was also the fatal part of the Martial Cultivator.
As long as it pierced through the heart, causing the blood inside to flow out, the Martial Cultivator would instantly lose all its strength and become a cripple.
It would only take an instant for it to die.
Wang Pu Xin had prepared well, but he didn't understand at all.
Every single move he made was within Qin Ming's field of vision.
Qin Ming didn't use his eyes to look.
When Wang Pu Xin moved, the killing intent on his body also moved.
Qin Ming didn't even need to look. He only needed to feel the killing intent to determine his position and the timing of his attack.
"I can't continue fighting with the ferocity of my bloodline. I can only consume the Jade Clear Pill."
In his heart, Qin Ming let out a deep sigh.
He had actually persuaded himself more than once to consume the pill.
However, he had to endure it again and again.
Fighting with the ferocity of the bloodline was like fighting with himself.
It was very dangerous, but the gains were also great.
Although it was painful, he didn't have to endure for one more breath to understand his bloodline better.
In the Martial Cultivator trial, one didn't have to fight with the enemy. Fighting with him would have a better effect.
If he could completely defeat the ferocity in his bloodline, not only would he be able to transform according to his will, but he would also be able to control his body after the transformation, ensuring that he would not lose his mind.
Other than that, he would also be able to firm his path of martial arts, paving the way for him to break through to the Flood Dragon Realm in the future.
There were many benefits.
Unfortunately, he thought too much.
The ferocity in his bloodline was not something he could defeat.
Or rather, it was not something he could defeat now.