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

The surge of souls pressed down on the flying boat, plunging everything into darkness.

Countless ghostly faces were pasted on the broken planks of the boat, some crying, some laughing, and a few even pierced through the array and opened their mouths to bite Qin Mo's soul.

The piercing scream drilled into his brain, making his temples throb.

Sikong Ji stood at the bow of the boat, his purple-lightning longbow held horizontally in front of him.

She unleashed a series of lightning bolts, but her internal lightning energy was already depleted. The electric arcs were swallowed up by the soul tide as soon as they left the bow.

The ghostly hands gathered in greater numbers, causing the ship to sink under the pressure.

Qin Mo stepped forward, stood behind her, and placed his palm against her back.

He lowered his voice: "Don't be weak, just keep drawing the bow, I'll hold the line from behind."

Sikong Ji's fingertip twitched: "Shut up, if you talk nonsense again, I'll chop you up first."

Her snow-white nape was covered with purple lightning patterns, and cold sweat trickled down her collar.

Qin Mo was too close, and the Five Elements Yang Energy poured in again and again, making her ears feel hot.

But there's no time to hide right now.

The two types of true bones, metal and fire, within Qin Mo's body lit up simultaneously.

Golden bones attract thunder.

Fire bones refine yin.

The lightning on Sikong Ji's body rushed into his body through his arm, first dispersing through his golden bones, and then being burned away by his fiery bones to dispel the cold energy.

The remaining violent lightning energy was swallowed whole by the Qiankun Transformation Furnace in the dantian.

A series of crackling sounds rang out.

Qin Mo's sleeves quickly turned into fragments, and his skin was covered with fine electric crackles.

If it were an ordinary Golden Core cultivator, their meridians would have been torn apart by the lightning power by now.

Aside from half of his body being numb, he was still standing steadily.

Sikong Ji turned his head and glanced at him.

A strange light flashed in his eyes, and his hand holding the bow steadied itself.

On the sunken wedding platform, the Mirage-Clad Demon Mother raised the bone lamp high.

She screamed, "All souls unite! Smash this ship!"

The flames inside the Nine Nether Soul-Guiding Lamp instantly turned blood red.

The raging spirits no longer rushed around, but instead gathered above the lake.

Thousands upon thousands of ghostly faces devoured each other, bones, claws, and broken souls huddled together.

In just a few breaths, a hundred-foot-tall Nightmare King's Dharma Image stood up.

It wore a blood-red wedding crown and a tattered wedding dress, and its belly was crowded with crying faces.

With two arms hanging down in the lake, every movement of them would cause waves several meters high to rise in the black water.

The Nightmare King raised his head and opened his mouth to inhale.

It swallowed the soul tide surrounding the flying boat, and its enormous ghostly body rose even higher.

Then, it lowered its head and crashed into the airship.

Before they even actually hit each other, the bow of the boat cracked open.

Sikong Ji's knee wobbled.

She braced herself against the wall: "I need to borrow yang energy one more time."

Qin Mo suppressed his surging blood and qi: "You really have no manners. Fine, go all out, give me everything that leaks out."

Sikong Ji did not respond to that sentence.

She raised her snow-white arm and slowly pulled the bowstring.

Qin Mo immediately increased the flow of Yang energy.

The golden bones emitted a deep, resonant sound, stirring up the remaining thunderous energy above the Burial Soul Lake, which transformed into a vast expanse of purple thunderclouds.

The thunderclouds pressed lower and lower.

Countless electric snakes fell, burrowed into Sikong Ji's longbow, and then passed through her body, rushing towards Qin Mo.

The fabric of their clothes clung tightly together.

She took the first wave of lightning strikes, while Qin Mo absorbed all the out-of-control lightning.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace spun faster and faster, and even its body was tinged with a layer of purple light.

Sikong Ji's breathing became erratic several times.

The Purple Lightning Heavenly Bow was finally drawn into a full moon.

At this moment, the Nightmare King's Dharma Form was only a dozen feet away from the flying boat.

That rotting, gigantic face filled the field of vision, and the stench emanating from its mouth had already reached the bow of the boat.

Sikong Jisong drew the bowstring.

A streak of purple and white arrow light shot out.

The darkness on the lake was instantly torn apart.

The arrow entered the Nightmare King's mouth, passed through his neck, and shot out from the back of his head.

The enormous ghostly figure stood frozen in front of the flying boat.

The next moment, its head exploded.

The purple lightning spread downwards along the soul, and wherever it passed, the evil spirits turned into black smoke one after another.

The hundred-foot-tall Dharma image collapsed from top to bottom, and even its two arms in the lake were burned through by lightning and fire.

But the arrows did not stop flying.

It crossed the shattered tide of souls and struck the Nine Nether Soul-Guiding Lamp.

Click!

A fine crack appeared on the surface of the bone lamp, and the flame immediately shrank by more than half.

The Mirage-Clad Demon Mother arched her body, spitting out black blood from her mouth.

She glanced at the bone lamp in her hand, then at the flying boat, her charred face twitching uncontrollably.

Qin Mo had already drawn his sword and rushed to the bow of the ship.

The Mirage-Clad Demon Mother dared not linger any longer.

She hugged the bone lamp tightly, turned and plunged into the black lake, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Without the control of the bone lamp, the remaining evil spirits scattered and fled.

The lake surface finally brightened up a bit.

Sikong Ji held the longbow, his shoulders trembling slightly.

That arrow had drained her last bit of energy, making it difficult for her to even stand.

She whispered, "I owe you Yang Yuan from earlier."

Qin Mo shook his numb hand: "Keep this in mind. You'll have to pay double next time."

Sikong Ji's ear tips turned a little redder.

Just then, the transformation furnace in Qin Mo's dantian suddenly trembled.

This is not a warning.

It's closer to something suddenly waking up from a deep sleep.

Qin Mo immediately lowered his head.

With his divine eye piercing through the lake water, he saw a black and white figure rising from the pile of corpses.

The speed was astonishing; one moment it was at the bottom of the hundred-foot lake, and the next it was right below the flying boat.

"Get out of the way!"

Qin Mo kicked Sikong Ji away and crossed his arms in front of him.

The lake surface suddenly exploded.

A fist covered in white bones slammed up from the bottom of the ship.

The flying boat, along with the defensive formation, collapsed, scattering wood chips and spirit patterns everywhere.

The fist then slammed into Qin Mo's arms.

A series of muffled thuds came from his body, and he was sent flying backward by the blow.

Black Lake receded rapidly beneath his feet, only managing to stop after crashing through several layers of corpse mist.

Both arms had lost all feeling.

The tiger's mouth split open again, and blood dripped down his fingertips.

Qin Mo looked up.

The Emperor of Life and Death was already standing amidst the shattered wreckage of the flying ship.

Two charred holes from the Thunderwood Arrow were left on its head; half of the flesh was still writhing, while the other side revealed pale bones.

It didn't even look at Qin Mo.

The Underworld Emperor turned around and caught up with Sikong Ji in one step.

Just as Sikong Ji regained her footing, and the Purple Lightning Longbow was only halfway raised, the White Bone Fist had already landed in front of her.

boom!

The protective lightning shattered on the spot.

Sikong Ji spat out a mouthful of blood, his snow-white dress was stained red, and he flew horizontally towards the lake shore.

The purple lightning longbow in his hand also slipped from his grasp and tumbled into the black water.

The Underworld Emperor let out a low growl and gave chase once more.

Those two thunderwood arrows nearly destroyed its head.

Now that it saw Sikong Ji was powerless to resist, the corpse energy on its body surged wildly, clearly indicating that it had no intention of giving her a way out.

Qin Mo stepped into the void, forcibly stopping his retreat.

The bone in my right hand, which had just been set, cracked again.

My left arm was also numb, and the blood and qi in my chest were rushing upwards in waves.

But he didn't stop.

If Sikong Ji dies, the evil-breaking mark used to hunt down the Underworld Emperor will also disappear.

What's more, her arrow just now saved both of their lives.

Qin Mo drew the Ancient Broken Sword, and five-colored blood and energy exploded beneath his feet.

He took a step that covered dozens of feet.

When the second step landed, it had already chased into the corpse energy behind the Underworld Emperor.

The dense black and white corpse aura clung to his skin, constantly corroding his protective blood aura.

Qin Mo activated his Qiankun Dharma Eye, and the Underworld Emperor in his field of vision was enveloped by layers of corpse patterns.

He raised his sword: "I'll break through your turtle shell first!"