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

Seven flying swords hovered above the corpse mist, their tips all pointing at Qin Mo.

Before the sword formation had even fully descended, the ground could no longer withstand it.

One bone fragment after another shattered, and the bluish-black corpse energy was suppressed by the sword light, darting around along the ground.

Qin Mo stood in the center of the formation, his robes fluttering in the wind from the swords.

He didn't rush to make a move.

The Heaven and Earth Eye slowly rotated, and the seven flying swords in front of him immediately changed their appearance.

The sharp blade was wrapped in layers of faint soul patterns.

The seven swords were connected to each other, and the power flowed from the sword formation back to Xiao Qinghuang's divine aperture.

She could strike all seven swords at once if she so desired.

However, the stronger the sword formation, the tighter the connection between them.

The soul patterns connecting the Crimson Flame Sword pass exactly at the third inch mark of the sword's spine.

There was a tiny gap there, from which the seven forces intersected.

That is the flaw.

Xiao Qinghuang raised her hand, and the sword imprint flashed in her palm.

The Crimson Flame Sword charged out first.

The firelight tore through the fog of corpses, and a wave of heat swept across Qin Mo's face.

The broken bones along the way were burned into white ash, and a charred sword mark was left on the ground.

This sword strike was swift and ruthless, clearly intended to cripple Qin Mo first before slowly interrogating him.

Hua Meiniang's fingers gripped the sword hilt tightly, her face paling even more than before.

She had just been injured and was now struggling to even stand, but she still took a step forward.

Cang Wuyue reached out to stop her.

Don't go over there.

Hua Meiniang pursed her dry lips and didn't move again.

The tip of the sword was already in front of Qin Mo.

Qin Mo didn't move his heels, but he raised the ancient broken sword in his hand.

The broken ancient sword had no spiritual light, and its blade was covered with old marks, making it look worse than an ordinary spiritual weapon.

The Crimson Flame Sword grazed past the broken sword.

Just as the two swords were about to clash, Qin Mo flicked his wrist, and the broken sword gently touched the spine of the Crimson Flame Sword.

"Ding!"

The sound wasn't loud.

The Crimson Flame Sword seemed to have crashed into a mountain, and its blade trembled violently.

The soul runes at the third inch lit up simultaneously, and then one after another they broke apart.

The flames on the Crimson Flame Sword immediately went out.

Xiao Qinghuang's expression changed slightly, and her fingertips tightened unconsciously.

Just as her divine sense was about to suppress the Crimson Flame Sword again, the Qiankun Transformation Furnace deep within Qin Mo's dantian began to spin.

The ancient patterns on the stove body lit up.

An imperceptible suction force swept past Qin Mo's palm.

The Crimson Flame Sword hovered in mid-air, its tip pointing at Qin Mo's brow, but the blade began to tremble uncontrollably.

It tried to retreat and reconnect with Xiao Qinghuang, but the broken soul runes were unable to respond.

Qin Mo clenched his five fingers together.

The Crimson Flame Sword vanished into thin air.

The flames disappeared, the sword energy disappeared, and even the scorching heat dissipated.

Only a few wisps of charred corpse mist remained in front of Qin Mo's hand, slowly dissipating.

The ancient road fell silent for a moment.

Xiao Qinghuang's breath hitched for a beat.

She raised her hand to her chest, a metallic taste rising in her throat.

That Crimson Flame Sword had been with her for many years, having been forged into her natal flying sword as early as when she established her foundation.

She tempered the sword bit by bit with her own sword energy, remembering every single pattern on the blade clearly.

Now, that connection is broken.

It wasn't destroyed.

It has completely disappeared.

She closed her eyes, her divine sense scanning her surroundings again and again.

She searched the corpse fog, the stone walls, the underground, and even Qin Mo's storage bag.

There was nothing there.

The Crimson Flame Sword seemed to have never existed.

"Hand over the sword."

Xiao Qinghuang opened her eyes, her voice very low.

Qin Mo slung the ancient broken sword over his shoulder without even touching his storage bag.

Which sword?

Xiao Qinghuang's hand tensed up, and the veins on her fingers stood out.

"Crimson Flame Sword".

"You mean the sword that disappeared on its own?"

Qin Mo glanced at the six flying swords behind her. "I only touched it once. Whether you can come back or not is up to you."

The Xiao family members' expressions changed.

Some people had already raised their magical weapons, ready to rush forward, but were stopped by a single look from Xiao Qinghuang.

She stared at Qin Mo, her chest heaving slightly.

"What did you do?"

Qin Mo raised his hand and flicked the dust off the broken sword.

"You brought a sword formation to kill me, and I'll leave one of the swords behind. It's that simple."

"Leave?"

Xiao Qinghuang gritted her teeth, her voice deepening: "That's my natal sword!"

"That's not the case anymore."

Qin Mo looked at her, his tone flat: "Whoever has the ability to hold onto something has the right to use it. If you want it back, take it by force."

As soon as she finished speaking, Hua Meiniang's eyelids twitched.

Cang Wuyue looked down at Qin Mo, and lowered the broken sword in her hand slightly.

She had seen Qin Mo steal things before, but she had never seen him speak so bluntly in front of the victim.

Luo Xiaoman hugged the little blue-eared beast in her arms tightly and muttered softly, "Master is being annoying again."

Qin Mo turned his head to the side.

Luo Xiaoman immediately shut her mouth, and her ears shrank back as well.

Ji Changgeng stood to the side, his folding fan still in his hand.

He glanced at the empty sword formation positions, then at the ancient broken sword in Qin Mo's hand, and his brows slowly furrowed.

What just happened seemed simple, but it was actually so fast that even he didn't see it clearly.

He couldn't figure out why the Crimson Flame Sword had lost control.

One thing is clear: Xiao Qinghuang's natal flying sword is indeed no longer outside.

"Miss Xiao," Ji Changgeng said, tapping his palm lightly with the rib of his fan, "the sword is gone, don't rush to make a move."

Xiao Qinghuang did not respond.

Her gaze fell on Qin Mo, her fingers tightening their grip on the sword sheath.

The sword formation was incomplete with one less sword, but the pressure in her heart only grew heavier.

Qin Mo was still looking at her.

He looked as if he was waiting for her to draw her sword again.

Xiao Qinghuang has been practicing swordsmanship since childhood, and the sword in her hand is what she values ​​most.

She can lose, she can get hurt, but she absolutely cannot watch her natal sword be taken away.

Moreover, the Crimson Flame Sword was the first natal flying sword she forged.

That sword accompanied her through the most difficult years and shielded her from several deadly attacks.

She had personally poured her blood and sweat into the sword, and it took her many years to connect the sword spirit with herself.

Now, all contact has been completely severed.

She raised her hand, her fingertips tracing the patterns on the scabbard, and her fingers trembled slightly.

"Chu Wuming".

When she called out the name, her voice was no longer calm.

Qin Mo raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong?"

"I'll ask you one more time." Xiao Qinghuang raised the narrow blade, the tip of the scabbard pointing at Qin Mo, "Give me back the Crimson Flame Sword."

Qin Mo took a step forward.

The light of the Five Elements Golden Body shines through the skin, and five-colored patterns of gold, green, blue, red, and yellow climb up the arm.

The powerful aura of blood broke through the corpse mist, and the six flying swords simultaneously emitted a buzzing sound.

"What if I don't pay it back?"

Xiao Qinghuang's thumb pressed against the hilt of the sword, her knuckles turning white.

"Then I'll beat you until you pay."

Qin Mo smiled.

"That's more like it."

He held the ancient broken sword horizontally in front of him, and the bones beneath his feet shattered one after another.

Above the sword formation, the remaining six flying swords also changed position, their sword light lowered even further.

The spot where the Crimson Flame Sword was originally was empty.

The gap seemed to be a reminder to Xiao Qinghuang of what she had just lost.

She didn't say anything more, but slowly pushed the hilt of her sword out.

The six flying swords trembled simultaneously, and a murderous intent crashed down.

The last bit of restraint on Xiao Qinghuang's face was crushed.

"You dare take my sword?"

She suddenly clenched her fingers.

The six sword lights turned simultaneously, and the entire Seven Luminaries Sword Formation was activated once again.