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

Before the bloody words on the list had even faded, chaos had already broken out outside the Underworld Gorge.

Some rushed ahead, some followed behind, and some hid in the corpse fog, waiting for others to pave the way first.

Qin Mo slowly retreated, hugging the black stone, to avoid the oncoming blade light.

The cultivator missed his target and turned to give chase, but his footing was suddenly tripped by the bones. Half a bone emerged from the ground and pierced through his chest.

As soon as the screams rang out, the surrounding zombies swarmed around them.

Qin Mo did not turn around.

The Nascent Soul Breaking Pill is indeed tempting, but the Eighth Palace is never short of people who will die.

Whoever rushes the fastest will be the first to test the dangers on the road for others.

Ahead, the Xuan Sha Bone Tiger smashed through another horde of corpses.

It opened its mouth and spewed out black evil energy, causing seven or eight iron corpses to explode on the spot.

The shattered bones flew dozens of feet away, crashing into the stone wall and causing it to tremble continuously.

But the scattered pieces of the body were quickly dragged back by the soul thread.

The severed arm was reattached, and the split head was raised again.

The refining corpses felt no pain and did not stop because of injuries, relentlessly attacking the bone tigers.

The bone tiger raised its paw and crushed a refined corpse. The next moment, more than a dozen black lines wrapped around its leg bones.

It let out a roar and dragged the horde of corpses forward.

The black energy surged along the bones, sending large numbers of reanimated corpses flying, only to rise again from the ground.

Shi Luoyi stood beside the bronze coffin, stared at the bone tiger for a moment, and then suddenly raised his hand.

"Grandma, it won't hold out for long."

His voice was hoarse, and the wound on his shoulder reopened, with black smoke trickling down his clothes.

The old woman with withered bones tapped her bone cane and raised her eyelids by half an inch.

"Never mind that, let's get going."

"Has that thing already woken up?"

"I've been awake for a while now."

The withered old woman ran her fingers along the cracks in her bone staff. "The one inside has changed its mind and its rules. It's no longer a zombie king that only devours flesh and blood."

Shi Luoyi's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Has it become sentient?"

The old woman with withered bones did not answer, but simply pointed her bone staff forward a little.

The soul-devouring Gu between the mother's eyebrows immediately emitted a sharp sound.

One black soul thread after another tightened, and the entire horde of corpses changed direction at the same time, like a large net closing in, pressing down on the Xuan Sha Bone Tiger.

Bone Tiger sensed something was wrong and turned to try to break out of the encirclement.

One after another, the reanimated corpses pounced on it.

It bites one off, and two more appear on its shoulder.

The black demon burst open the corpse, revealing the dark red bone fire inside, which was then covered by the corpse's aura.

After several dozen breaths, the bone tiger's roar subsided.

Its forelegs were entangled in soul threads, and its neck was covered with a dense mass of corpses.

The enormous skull struggled to lift itself, but was ultimately dragged into the black mist by the horde of corpses.

Before the bone fire went out, Qin Mo saw its eye sockets shift slightly in the direction where he was hiding.

That look didn't resemble that of a wild beast.

It's more like someone remembered something before they died.

Qin Mo tapped his fingers lightly on the hilt of the sword, then looked away.

The Ten Thousand Corpses Sect has cleared away the biggest obstacle and will no longer slowly probe.

As expected, Granny Kublin gave the order again, and the speed of the zombie horde suddenly increased.

The corpses along the way were pushed to both sides, and the black corpse energy rolled along the ground, forcing even the cultivators hiding behind to reveal themselves.

"The Ten Thousand Corpses Sect, leave that coffin behind!"

A furious shout came from the right side of the canyon.

A streak of cyan sword light slashed out from the crack in the rock and struck the center of the horde of corpses.

More than a dozen corpses were cut in half at the waist, but the sword light could not continue forward. The mother's corpse, which had just been revealed, was blocked by a layer of gray mist.

Shi Luoyi glanced back and then raised her hand, sending the three bronze corpses rushing forward.

The figure in the crevice retreated several steps, and protective amulets lit up on its body.

The three bronze corpses crashed through the stone wall, causing a large amount of rubble to fall.

The cultivator turned and fled, and soon after, the sound of bones being crushed could be heard behind him.

Qin Mo went around from the other side.

His All-Seeing Eye swept across the two mountain walls, and the corpse mist before him was divided into many layers.

Three people were hiding in the cliff on the left, their auras extremely low, and they carried a bloody smell.

A Golden Core cultivator was buried beneath the corpse pit on the right. He had stopped breathing, clearly having practiced a breath-holding technique.

Further into the bone forest, there was an extremely faint sword intent, appearing and disappearing intermittently, very similar to Xiao Qinghuang's aura.

As for the cultivators scattered at the rear of the group, their numbers were even greater.

They dared not rush to the front, but guarded the gap left by the Gate of Ten Thousand Corpses, waiting for Corpse Robe and Granny Dry Bones to open the coffin of the Underworld Emperor for them.

Qin Mo saw it clearly, so he didn't point it out.

These people are all waiting for others to fight desperately.

Let them continue to wait.

After the zombie horde had been gone for half an incense stick's time, the terrain in front of them suddenly rose.

At the end of the black mist, a colossal white bone gate rose from the ground.

The Heavenly Gate has neither bricks nor stones, nor any spiritual jade.

The two gateposts were made entirely of thick spines, with joints overlapping each other, their tips piercing the dark sky.

The lintel spans two mountain walls, its surface covered with dried corpse skin, which makes a soft, rustling sound when the wind blows.

A black coffin hangs above the door.

The coffin was ridiculously large, with dark red patterns covering the lid and a chain hanging from each of the four corners.

The chains were not attached to the stone pillars, but disappeared directly into the void, as if some force was suspending the black coffin above the door.

Qin Mo stopped in his tracks.

The Heavenly Eye peered through the coffin lid and saw that there was no corpse energy leaking out; only a heavy mass of life force pressed down at the bottom of the coffin.

That vitality was unstable, sometimes strong and sometimes weak. Each time it changed, the patterns on the White Bone Heavenly Gate would light up.

There was indeed something inside the black coffin.

And they could already hear the commotion outside.

Granny Kugu walked to the foot of the Heavenly Gate and looked up at the coffin.

Instead of approaching immediately, she ordered all the reanimated corpses to stop.

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Corpses Sect quickly dispersed, with the bronze coffin placed in the very center as a protective barrier.

The soul-devouring Gu between the mother's eyebrows was still writhing, and tens of thousands of soul threads covered the ground, forming a black net.

Shi Luoyi took out a blood-red token and gently waved it towards the Heavenly Gate.

The white bone gateposts trembled simultaneously.

Seeing this, the cultivators in the distance could no longer hold back and rushed out from their hiding places.

The three people inside the stone wall moved first, followed closely by the sword cultivator in the bone forest.

On the other side of the gorge, Xiao Qinghuang also cut through the last layer of corpses and walked over the broken bones.

Her sleeves were torn in several places, but the sword mark on her forehead shone brightly. The aura of her seven natal flying swords was still suppressed by Qin Mo inside the furnace, preventing her from speaking the whole way.

She glanced up and her gaze lingered for a moment in the direction where Qin Mo was hiding.

Qin Mo did not move.

More and more cultivators gathered before the White Bone Heavenly Gate.

Some people stared at the black coffin, some stared at the Ten Thousand Corpses Gate, and some had already quietly circled behind their companions, placing their hands on the magical artifacts.

One dose of the Nascent Soul Breaking Pill is enough to make everyone here temporarily put aside their sect feuds.

That's enough to make them kill each other in the next moment.

A dull thud suddenly came from inside the black coffin.

thump.

The blood patterns on the white bone gateposts lit up simultaneously, and the black net on the ground tightened abruptly.

The mother corpse raised her head, and a thin crack appeared between her brows, revealing a grayish-white eye.

That eye swept over the horde of corpses, and also over all the cultivators outside the door.

Finally, it landed in the shadow where Qin Mo was.

Qin Mo's palms felt slightly cool, and the five elements of Qi and blood quietly seeped into his bones.

He slowly gripped the ancient broken sword, pressed his body against the pile of corpses, and waited for the first battle in front of the White Bone Heavenly Gate to completely erupt.