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

The smile on the face of the Mirage-Clad Demon Mother stopped.

Around the wedding platform, sixteen auspicious puppets simultaneously raised their heads.

The snow-white ghost faces all turned towards Qin Mo, making a strange grinding sound.

One after another, bluish-green fingernails shot out, blocking all his escape routes.

Qin Mo raised his sword and pointed it at the Ghost Mother.

"Let whoever wants to be the ghost groom be it, I have no interest in serving you."

The Mirage-Clad Demon Mother brushed past the bone lamp.

"Once you're in my marriage, you have no right to say no."

The bluish-white lamp flame flickered, and sixteen auspicious puppets immediately pounced on it.

A cold wind blew in my face.

The crimson runes beneath Qin Mo's feet lit up one after another, and countless red lines emerged from the platform, wrapping around his legs.

The suction force of the ghost marriage contract reappeared, trying to drag his soul out of his body.

He didn't back down.

All the five elements of Qi and blood were pressed into the right arm, and the four forces of metal, wood, water, and earth were gathered together and finally poured into the fire vein.

He threw a punch.

The blazing fist energy exploded in mid-air, transforming into a ball of five-colored yang fire.

The first three puppets that approached were blown away head-on, their wedding gowns burned through on the spot, and the stench of burning instantly overpowered the stench of decay on the lake.

The force of the punch did not diminish, and it went straight for the Mirage-Clad Demon Mother.

She held the Nine Nether Soul-Guiding Lamp in front of her.

A giant ghost face emerged from the lamp, opening its mouth to bite the five-colored flames.

The two forces collided, and the wedding platform split in the middle.

The Mirage-Clad Demon Mother retreated several steps, her bare feet leaving two black marks on the stone surface.

The bone lamp in her hand shook violently, spilling a few drops of oil that immediately burned into several screaming human faces.

Qin Mo was waiting for this very moment.

He shattered the red thread with one foot, and using the recoil, leaped off the wedding platform and landed back on the flying boat.

The defensive formation was immediately activated.

A pale golden light curtain rose up, protecting the entire airship inside.

Qin Mo didn't care about what was behind him.

Sikong Ji remained seated cross-legged at the bow of the boat, sweat dripping down his chin.

Her teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together, and her fingers were already digging into the boat planks.

Strands of purple lightning shot out from her body and then rolled back along her meridians.

If this drags on any longer, her sea of ​​consciousness will be shattered by the lightning.

The sixteen auspicious puppets had already caught up to the outside of the flying boat.

Sharp, ghostly claws simultaneously gripped the array barrier, producing a series of ear-piercing scraping sounds.

The light curtain caved inward, and cracks spread outward from the claw tip.

It can only last for a maximum of twenty breaths.

Qin Mo sat down behind Sikong Ji and pressed his left palm against her back.

The "Qiankun Creation Scripture" was activated, and the five elements of Yang energy were forcibly sent into her body through her palm.

The moment the two auras made contact, Sikong Ji's shoulders and back trembled violently.

The lightning energy within her body had gone out of control, making it impossible to distinguish between friend and foe.

A large amount of purple lightning surged back along Qin Mo's arm, making half of his body go numb.

The bone in his right hand, which had just been set, cracked again, and blood flowed down his fingers.

Qin Mo pressed his five fingers tightly against her fabric.

"Don't block my yang energy. If you keep blocking it, we'll really have to hold a feast in a ghost's den."

Sikong Ji did not wake up.

But her tense fingers slowly relaxed.

The five elements of Yang energy that Qin Mo sent in finally crossed the meridians and entered the sea of ​​consciousness.

Wherever the Yang Fire passed, the seven-colored mist strands that were wrapped around her soul began to melt.

In the illusion, Sikong Ji was suspended in mid-air by countless red ribbons.

Beneath the red silk stood a group of faceless brides.

They reached out and kept tearing away her spiritual power and memories.

Just when she was about to give up, a ball of five-colored Yang fire crashed into the illusion.

The Yang Fire was not gentle; once it entered the sea of ​​consciousness, it charged recklessly.

The red silk was burned through, and even the ghostly figures were burned and scattered.

She recognized that force.

It's Qin Mo.

Outside the flying boat, the Mirage-Clad Demon Mother also noticed the change.

She raised the bone lamp.

"Tear apart the formation and drag them all down with us!"

Sixteen auspicious puppets adhered to the light barrier, inserted their hands into the cracks, and forcefully tore it apart to both sides.

Click!

A large hole appeared in the defensive array.

A lecherous puppet was the first to squeeze in, its long fingernails aimed straight at the back of Sikong Ji's head.

Qin Mo dared not withdraw his left palm, and could only use his injured right hand to grab the ancient broken sword.

The sword swept across.

Half of the puppet's head flew off, but it did not fall down.

Black energy surged from the broken end, and several strands of ghostly hair entangled the ancient broken sword. The Joyful Demon Puppet behind it seized the opportunity to slip into the flying boat.

Two.

Five objects.

Ten objects.

The entire airship was pressed down and continued to sink, its bottom now touching the black lake.

More ghostly hands reached out from both sides, grabbing at the hull and sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Qin Mo's wound on his right hand completely reopened.

However, he dared not discontinue his cultivation technique.

The Five Elements Yang Yuan is still one step away from completion.

If they withdraw now, even if Sikong Ji doesn't die, his consciousness will be severely injured.

The first of the two, the Joyful Demon Puppet, had already pounced on them.

Just before the ghostly claws landed, a hand grabbed Qin Mo's wrist.

Sikong Ji opened his eyes.

Deep within her pupils, five-colored yang fire and purple lightning intertwined.

The seven-colored mist in his sea of ​​consciousness was completely burned through, and the out-of-control lightning energy returned to his meridians.

She released Qin Mo and grabbed the Purple Lightning Longbow.

"Lend me your yang energy for a moment."

Qin Mo withdrew his left palm, feeling a tightness in his chest.

That woman makes it sound so easy.

The power that had just been poured in had drained nearly half of his vital energy.

Sikong Ji stood up, stepping on the bow of the boat.

His snow-white sleeves were soaked with sweat, and the purple lightning patterns on his arms lit up one after another.

She didn't nock an arrow; instead, she aimed her longbow directly at the sky.

The gray mist above Burial Lake began to swirl.

A muffled rumble of thunder came from deep within the clouds. At first, it was quite far away, but after a few breaths, the entire Black Lake trembled with the thunder.

As if sensing danger, the sixteen auspicious puppets turned and fled toward the Sunken Wedding Platform.

late.

Sikong Ji drew the bowstring taut.

"Purple Extreme Heavenly Punishment!"

The moment the string was struck, the sky was torn apart by purple light.

Sixteen thick bolts of lightning struck simultaneously, each carrying the five elements of Yang fire, accurately hitting a single Joyful Demon Puppet.

The ghosts didn't even have time to scream.

The wedding dress shattered, and the ghostly aura evaporated.

Sixteen charred bodies crashed through the lake's surface one after another, sinking to the bottom of Burial Soul Lake and never resurfacing.

The Mirage-Clad Demon Mother looked down at the lake.

She gripped the lamp tighter and tighter, her knuckles piercing her flesh, and black blood flowed down the lamp base.

That was a ghost servant she had spent three hundred years cultivating.

Now not a single one remains.

She suddenly lifted the lamp cover and poured all her black blood into the Nine Nether Soul-Guiding Lamp.

The bluish-white flame suddenly shot up several feet.

A cacophony of cries emanated from inside the bone lamp, and the corpses that had slept for years at the bottom of the lake opened their eyes one after another.

Countless soul shadows emerged from the black water, their numbers so great that they could not be seen to the end.

Sikong Ji's face had turned pale.

That attack just now almost drained her lightning energy.

The mirage-clothed demon mother's dough kept twitching.

"I'd like to see how many more times you can do that!"

The sky was filled with malevolent spirits pressing down.

Sikong Ji unleashed three bolts of lightning, creating a large gap in front of him, which was immediately filled by the soul shadows behind him.

Qin Mo swung his sword, unleashing five-colored waves of fire that burned away hundreds of fierce souls, but it still couldn't stop the black tide.

The damaged airship let out a mournful cry.

The next moment, countless ghostly hands climbed onto the ship's side, and a dark, surging tide of souls converged from all directions, completely engulfing Qin Mo and Sikong Ji.