Hearing this, although Qin Ming didn't know what kind of elixir the old man was talking about, he probably guessed that it was a kind of elixir to suppress the viciousness of the blood.

After transforming, the ferocity of the warrior's bloodline will be activated, which is a common problem of all holy blood warriors.

After successfully breaking through to the Real Dragon Realm, Qin Ming felt that as long as he transformed, the fierceness in his blood would also increase.

If it weren't for the wolf source tribe's determination to kill him and not let him go, Qin Ming would not have chosen to transform into a desperate fight.

The opponent has already used all his strength, if he dares to hide now, he will probably be killed.

It is a matter of life and death, and it cannot be sloppy at all.

Choosing to hide clumsiness now will only make you die a little faster.

Qin Ming nodded to the old man, completely letting go of the suppression of the blood.

Immediately, a terrifying force spread from the blood vessels throughout the whole body, the heart was beating, and there was a loud sound in the mind.

Qin Ming felt a power that he could not control but belonged to him coming from his heart.

This power is so powerful that he can't even suppress it.

"Aw..."

With a roar, a crazy breath shot out from Qin Ming's body, like a gust of wind, sweeping everyone present.

Qin Ming has now completely transformed into a different look.

I saw a long horn on his head, and fiery red scales all over his back, chest, and limbs. Under the sunlight, these scales floated like a dream, as if they were burning.

He didn't touch the scales on Qin Ming's body, but everyone could see how hard and bloodthirsty the scales were, especially on the fist, the pitch-black scales covered with barbs and emitting a dim light were even more frightening.

Qin Ming swung the long tail behind him, and stared fiercely at the sword-wielding warrior, his eyes full of fighting intent.

Unprecedentedly powerful, Qin Ming felt that he was invincible.

He knew that this was an illusion, but one thing he was sure of was that he saw a huge threat from the sword-wielding warrior before.

Even after the transformation of the sword-wielding warrior, he felt that if he matched up, he would die in a high probability, and the possibility of escaping was less than 10%.

But now after he transformed himself, looking at the sword wielder, not only did he not feel any danger from him. Moreover, Qin Ming had a vague feeling that he could kill the other party.

"This is..." Everyone looked behind Qin Ming.

He opened his mouth wide, full of disbelief.

Qin Ming's transformed appearance, although it looks terrifying, has an astonishing aura, and makes people shudder, but compared to the phantom behind him, these are not worth mentioning.

The phantom behind him was lifelike, a big bird with a raging flame on its body, looking down at everyone present.

Of course, in fact, everyone knows that this big bird is illusory, it is only transformed by the power of Qin Ming's blood, and it will not be conscious at all.

But from this phantom, the warriors can see its nobility and its disdain for the warriors.

This kind of nobility is inherent, awe-inspiring and inviolable.

"Qingluan!" The sword-wielding warrior yelled in horror, as if seeing the most terrifying monster in the world, his eyes widened with protruding eyeballs, and he turned and ran without looking back.

The other warriors of the Langyuan Tribe were terrified when they saw the boss, and they didn't know that this young man who came from nowhere in front of them was not something they could afford.

Although he was reluctant to let go of the black stone on the ground, he followed behind their boss and left in a hurry.