Fantasy: I'm in a discarded alchemy room, but I can turn trash into treasure!

Three black swords pressed down simultaneously.

The chilling, corpse-like aura, combined with the wind from the blade, instantly sealed off all escape routes.

Qin Mo shattered the red stone with his bare feet, and amidst the flying debris, he rushed out close to the blade.

The blade almost grazed his shoulder, cutting through his clothes and drawing a bead of blood.

The blade's energy missed its target and crashed into the ground, instantly creating three fissures tens of feet long at the bottom of the cliff.

The gravel rolled into the dark crevice, and for a long time no sound was heard as it hit the ground.

The corpse on the left twisted its wrist, and the black blade swept across, creating a muffled booming sound in the air along its path.

Qin Mo's arm muscles suddenly tensed up as he used the Thunder Sound Sword to block.

clang!

The lightning exploded, causing nearby copper bells to ring wildly, and the piercing sound echoed repeatedly between the cliff walls, lingering for a long time.

Qin Mo's hands went numb, and his feet slid backward for more than ten feet, wearing out the soles of his shoes.

The corpse general also took two steps back.

However, the copper plate on its chest only had one more white mark.

"This skin is really tough."

Qin Mo shook his wrist.

The corpse in the middle had already rushed in front of him, its two withered hands reaching for his throat.

Qin Mo turned his head to avoid it, and then slammed his right fist into the corpse general's chest.

boom!

The force of the punch pierced through the red armor, sending the corpse flying backward and crashing into two stone pillars.

Large amounts of white bone fragments fell from the cliff face, burying it underneath.

Before Qin Mo could retract his fist, he was stabbed in the back.

The robe was torn.

The Iron Bone Extreme Body blocked the blade, but a black mark was still left on the skin by the decaying corpse energy.

Immediately afterwards, another black claw grazed his shoulder.

Five gray lines burrowed into the body along the flesh.

Qin Mo took a deep breath, and the Qiankun Transformation Furnace immediately began to spin.

The corpse poison that had invaded the meridians was consumed by the furnace fire, but the numbness in the shoulder did not disappear immediately.

The poison from these three corpses is several times more potent than the miasma from the corpses in the ancient road.

They cannot be killed in a short period of time.

If this drags on, he'll likely be the one who suffers first.

Suddenly, the rubble exploded, and the corpses that had been blasted away earlier stood up again.

Its breastplate was dented, but the dried flesh inside had not crumbled.

The three corpses surrounded them again.

Qin Mo retreated to a stone pillar and finally saw what was behind their waists.

Six black bone chains pierced through the red armor, with the other end nailed into the cliff face.

The bone chains were covered with yellowed corpse-suppressing talismans, the longest of which was no more than a hundred feet long.

No wonder they stayed by the Cliff of Broken Souls and didn't chase after them.

The sound of magical artifacts cutting through the air could already be heard from the mist behind them.

Xiao Kui caught up.

Qin Mo raised his head: "You've come at the perfect time."

He dodged the incoming black blade, and the Thunder Sound Sword slashed towards the bone chain.

The first sword strike only created a nick.

Qin Mo mobilized all his qi and blood, and delivered another sword strike.

Click!

The bone chains broke, and the corpse-suppressing talismans burned one after another.

The corpse paused, letting out a piercing hiss.

The other two corpses immediately turned their heads.

All six blood-red pupils were fixed on Qin Mo.

Qin Mo circled the stone pillar rapidly, swinging his sword repeatedly.

The remaining five bone chains broke one after another, and the corpse-suppressing nails on the cliff were pulled out.

The three corpses were freed from their restraints, and the corpse energy within them was completely released.

The reddish gravel quickly turned black.

The bronze bells on more than a dozen stone pillars were all broken.

Qin Mo tapped the spine of the sword: "After guarding it for so many years, it's time to have a hot meal."

The three corpses rushed at the same time.

Qin Mo turned and ran, deliberately slowing down by half a step so that they would always follow him from twenty feet away.

On the other side, Xiao Kui had already led three Xiao clan disciples to fight their way through the horde of corpses.

They chased after him, and most of the poison-avoiding talismans on their bodies had already burned away.

The three disciples' faces were pale, and they were panting heavily.

The fog was churning ahead.

Qin Mo rushed out from inside.

Xiao Kui immediately raised his longsword: "Stop him! The storage ring is ours!"

The three disciples quickly dispersed, blocking both sides of the ancient road.

They only saw that Qin Mo had a wound on his shoulder and his clothes were torn on the back.

As for the movements deeper inside, they were all blocked by the black mist.

A disciple of the Xiao clan licked his chapped lips: "Run! Why aren't you running anymore?"

Qin Mo waved his hand at him: "Don't rush, your good stuff is yet to come."

Xiao Kui tightened his grip on the knife.

He didn't want to give Qin Mo any more chances to play tricks, so a burst of spiritual light appeared beneath his feet, and he slashed at Qin Mo's head with his sword.

Qin Mo did not respond.

He suddenly accelerated and crashed between two disciples of the Xiao family.

The protective aura around the two shattered instantly, and their bodies tumbled and crashed into the pile of bones.

Xiao Kui turned to chase after him.

The heavy thud of footsteps had already reached behind them.

As soon as the last Xiao disciple turned around, a withered hand grabbed his face.

The crimson-armored corpse clenched its five fingers, and its protective aura couldn't even last half a breath.

Blood splattered onto Xiao Kui's clothes.

The second corpse swung its black blade, slashing the Xiao family disciple, who had just gotten up, into the ground along with his sword.

The third person was so frightened that his legs went weak. He had just cast a teleportation spell when two black claws grabbed his shoulders.

The red-armored corpse exerted its strength to both sides, and its scream was only half-sounded.

The three corpses lowered their heads and surrounded the mangled body on the ground.

The sound of bones being crushed rang out one after another.

Xiao Kui's face twitched a few times.

He unleashed a powerful slash, using the recoil to propel himself into the air, not daring to look back.

Qin Mo looked up at him and asked, "You were chasing me pretty fiercely just now, why are you running away now?"

Xiao Kui dared not stop.

He activated the Blood Escape Technique, leaving a long trail of bloody light behind him, and quickly crossed the hillside.

Qin Mo didn't stay either.

After the three corpses devoured the Xiao family disciples, they followed the scent of the living people and came back again.

He crawled into the rocky area at the edge of the cliff, circled around twice using the low stone caves, and then smashed the stone wall behind him with a punch.

The corpse was blocked by the rubble, and its speed finally slowed down.

Qin Mo rushed out of the stone cave and immediately changed direction.

They hadn't gone far when a large patch of light appeared ahead.

Dozens of cultivators gathered in the middle of the ancient road, some wearing red robes and sword robes, while others wore the gray clothes commonly seen on rogue cultivators.

They had all taken the corpse-preventing pill.

Three of them had already reached the Golden Core realm, while the rest were mostly Foundation Establishment cultivators.

As soon as Qin Mo appeared, someone in the crowd recognized him.

A gray-robed cultivator pointed and said, "That's Qin Mo. All twenty-three storage rings are on him!"

Dozens of gazes immediately changed.

Some people took out their magical artifacts, while others began to block off their escape routes.

Several Golden Core cultivators walked at the front, fearing that the treasure would be snatched away by others first.

At that moment, Xiao Kui flew over the heads of the crowd.

He was covered in blood, and his escape light swayed precariously.

The cultivators below only glanced at him before returning their attention to Qin Mo.

Xiao Kui lowered his head and roared, "Get out of here if you don't want to die!"

The leading Golden Core cultivator gripped his long staff tightly: "Stop trying to scare us! He wants to take Qin Mo's storage ring for himself!"

Without further hesitation, everyone rushed toward Qin Mo.

Qin Mo stopped and listened to the increasingly loud scraping sound of chains behind him.

He stepped aside.

"Take it if you want, or you'll regret it later."

No one paid any attention to his warning.

The light from the ritual implements has already illuminated the ancient road.

From the black mist behind the group of cultivators, three blood-stained, crimson-armored corpses slowly emerged.

Thick stench of corpses covered half of the cliff.

Three pairs of blood-red pupils had already locked onto them.