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

Xiao Qinghuang's gaze was fixed on Qin Mo, while the flying sword beneath her feet hummed incessantly.

Sikong Ji raised an eyebrow, slowly stepped back a few paces, and placed the Purple Lightning Longbow on his shoulder, looking like he was ready to watch a good show.

Qin Mo glanced at her.

"Didn't we just talk about cooperation?"

Sikong Ji tilted his chin toward Xiao Qinghuang.

"You should finish your own business first, then we can talk about cooperation."

Qin Mo's lips twitched.

This woman changes her mind faster than turning the pages of a book.

Xiao Qinghuang's patience had run out.

She landed her flying sword, stepping three inches above the swamp, her white clothes standing out starkly clean against the gray-green mist.

For any sword cultivator, having their seven natal flying swords taken away is equivalent to losing an arm.

Moreover, she was an awakener of the Primordial Spiritual Root, and those seven swords were connected to her soul, each one like a bone that had been ripped from her body.

Qin Mo held the ancient broken sword horizontally in front of him, his tone excessively casual.

"Your seven swords are safe and sound with me, what's the rush?"

Xiao Qinghuang gripped the sword hilt tightly, her knuckles cracking.

Qin Mo saw her jaw muscles tense up, and a blue vein throbbed from her forehead to her temple.

The killing intent of this top swordsman of the Xiao clan was no longer concealed.

Qin Mo pursed his lips.

"I told you, serve as my sword attendant for three months, and I'll return each sword to you one by one. The conditions haven't changed."

Xiao Qinghuang didn't waste any more words.

She stomped her right foot, and the flying sword beneath her exploded into a ball of white light.

The white light re-condensed in her palm, transforming into a palm-sized jade-colored seal.

The surface of the seal was covered with dense ancient patterns, exuding an aura of annihilation.

Guixu Tianyin.

Qin Mo's pupils contracted.

He had seen this thing before on the Yellow Springs Ancient Road, but Xiao Qinghuang hadn't activated it to this extent back then.

The void above the jade seal was compressed into a vortex, even sucking in the mist.

Xiao Qinghuang raised her hand and slapped it down.

The jade seal slipped from his hand and instantly expanded to a size of about ten feet, crashing down on Qin Mo's head with a humming sound that seemed to distort space.

Qin Mo did not dodge.

He simultaneously channeled the five elements of Qi and blood into his fists, and the five colors of light—metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—intertwined on the surface of his fists.

His legs sank half a foot into the mud, his back was taut in a straight line, and his whole body was like an iron stake driven into the ground.

He threw two punches at her.

The five-colored fist energy clashed head-on with the jade seal.

The mud exploded outwards from Qin Mo's feet, and black water surged several meters high.

The shockwave swept outwards, blowing away all the rotten grass and broken bones within a thirty-foot radius.

Sikong Ji took a few steps back, bending over to shield himself from the mud, but his eyes were fixed on the center of the collision.

One by one, the ancient patterns on the Guixu Heavenly Seal crumbled.

The cracks spread from the surface of the seal to the body, producing a crisp sound like porcelain shattering.

Blood was seeping from the bones in Qin Mo's arms, and his sleeves were shattered into pieces.

But he didn't back down.

With a muffled boom, the Guixu Heavenly Seal exploded in two from the center.

The fragments, carrying residual force, flew out and severed two crooked stone pillars in the distance.

Xiao Qinghuang swayed, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

She looked down at her empty palms, her chest heaving violently.

Sikong Ji paused for a moment while holding the bow.

A Foundation Establishment stage cultivator forcefully shattered a Golden Core level treasured magic weapon.

Just how powerful is this man's physical body?

Xiao Qinghuang's pupils contracted.

She took a deep breath and began to form a hand seal with her right hand.

It was a handprint that Qin Mo had never seen before, with a faint white luster emanating from the fingertips, as if it were summoning something.

Qin Mo sensed danger.

But before he could move, the mist behind him suddenly exploded.

A thick, gray-green fog surged up from underground, and a dozen dark figures emerged from the water.

Those were undead spirits from the depths of the misty swamp, their bodies covered in rotting mud, their eye sockets glowing with eerie green phosphorescence.

They silently surrounded us from all directions.

The most recent undead has already crept up behind Qin Mo.

Xiao Qinghuang had just finished forming half of her hand seal when she saw the black shadow behind Qin Mo extending its sharp claws, and her movements paused slightly.

The next moment, her handprint was complete.

A streak of snow-white sword energy shot out from her fingertips, heading straight for Qin Mo's face.

Qin Mo turned his head, and the sword energy flew past his ear, cutting off a few strands of his hair.

puff.

An explosion came from behind me.

Qin Mo turned around and saw that the head of the undead that had touched his back was gone.

The headless body sank into the mud, its limbs still twitching.

Qin Mo and Xiao Qinghuang exchanged a glance.

Her expression was ambiguous, as if she was either saving him or regretting that she hadn't hit him.

More undead surged out from the depths of the misty swamp.

The mud churned, and a huge wave rose from the water's surface.

With a splash, a colossal creature, seven zhang long, burst out of the water.

The gray-green scales gleamed dimly in the mist, the bone spikes on its back stood up, and it held the remains of a dead creature in its mouth, which it shattered after a couple of shakes.

The King of the Rotten Dragon Lizards.

Qin Mo opened his Qiankun Dharma Eye, and the aura surrounding the Dragon Lizard King appeared deep red in his Dharma Eye.

This thing is more than ten times stronger than the ordinary dragon lizards that I killed with a single kick before, and its aura is already approaching the threshold of the half-step Nascent Soul stage.

Instead of lunging at Qin Mo, the Dragon Lizard King turned its head, opened its massive mouth full of broken bones, and lunged straight at Xiao Qinghuang.

Qin Mo glanced at Sikong Ji subconsciously, and the latter also found it strange.

Qin Mo was clearly closer to the Dragon Lizard King, yet this beast insisted on going after Xiao Qinghuang.

Xiao Qinghuang couldn't understand it either.

Before she could dispel her murderous aura, the Dragon Lizard King pounced on her, the foul-smelling wind whipping her long hair back.

She took a step back, and her eyes suddenly darkened.

A sword's cry emanated from her body.

The sound was completely different from the previous flying sword.

It wasn't harsh or shrill; instead, it was extremely dull, like the ringing of a large bell.

The moment the sword rang out, the surrounding mist suddenly froze, and even the bubbles rising from the mud stopped.

A streak of pure white sword light flew out from between Xiao Qinghuang's eyebrows.

The sword was three feet and three inches long, pure white and flawless, without any patterns. Just by hanging in mid-air, it pressed down on all the undead within a hundred feet radius, causing them to fall to the ground.

Primordial Sword.

The hairs on Qin Mo's back stood on end.

The Transformation Furnace trembled violently within the dantian, as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

Xiao Qinghuang raised her hand and pointed.

A white sword light sliced ​​across the Dragon Lizard King's neck.

There was no blood, no sound.

The huge dragon head slid down neatly and crashed into the mud.

The seven-zhang-long body fell down, splashing mud several zhang away.

One sword.

Qin Mo's heart skipped a beat.

He sensed the warning coming from the Furnace of Transformation, which was even stronger than when he faced the Tide of Annihilation.

Xiao Qinghuang turned around.

A plain white longsword hung beside her, its tip slowly pointing at Qin Mo.

Her eyes were no longer filled with anger; they were as cold as a stone.

Above the sky, the Spirit Ranking flashed.

The task of killing the Dragon Lizard King began to be completed, and the light fell on Xiao Qinghuang.

Just a moment before the clearance judgment was about to be made, Xiao Qinghuang moved.

The pure white sword light disappeared from the spot.

Qin Mo's keen eyes spotted a white line that stretched straight from Xiao Qinghuang's position toward his own chest.

The Formless Sword Domain unfolded simultaneously.

An invisible force locked Qin Mo's dantian.

He tried to activate the transformation furnace, but found that the entrance to the furnace was sealed by a layer of white light.

The Qi of Heaven and Earth cannot be mobilized, and the stored items cannot be retrieved.

There was no way out.

Qin Mo clenched his teeth, and five-colored blood and qi surged wildly into his fists.

My entire skeleton was vibrating violently.

The Five Elements Golden Body was pushed to its limit, and dark golden patterns appeared on the surface of his fists.

He couldn't dodge, nor could he.

The Primordial Sword was already in front of them.

Qin Mo met the attack with a punch.