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

The ancient broken sword, imbued with five-colored blood and energy, pierced deeply into the neck of the Underworld Queen.

That black dot was where the corpse patterns converged.

As the sword fell, the thick protective aura of corpse energy cracked open to both sides.

The flesh on the Hades' back then rolled over, revealing a section of pale neck bone.

It abandoned its pursuit of Sikong Ji and turned to punch Qin Mo.

Qin Mo didn't have time to draw his sword, so he could only raise his left arm to take the hit.

The bone fist landed, and his left arm made a muffled thud.

He was pressed down and fell, his feet sinking directly into the muddy lakeside.

The deathly aura emanating from the Underworld Emperor seized the opportunity to seep into the wound.

Black corpse patterns crawled up Qin Mo's arm, and wherever they passed, the skin quickly lost its color.

Within his dantian, the Qiankun Transformation Furnace vibrated wildly.

The death energy that had invaded the body was pulled into the furnace mouth before it even touched the meridians.

Even the black and white corpse energy gushing from the wound of the Underworld Emperor transformed into a long stream, continuously surging into Qin Mo's body.

Half of the Hades' flesh withered at a visible rate.

It let out a low growl, raised its other hand, and plunged its five fingers straight into Qin Mo's chest.

Qin Mo gripped the sword hilt tightly, refusing to back down.

"Sikong Ji, make your move!"

His shoulders tensed, and the ancient broken sword pressed another half inch into his neck bone.

Several dozen feet away, Sikong Ji had just stood up from the muddy water.

Her snow-white dress was soaked in blood, and with each rise and fall of her chest, blood foam seeped from the corner of her mouth.

Upon hearing Qin Mo's shout, she immediately put two fingers together.

The two thunderwood arrows left deep inside the Underworld Emperor's head then lit up.

Sikong Ji bit his tongue, saying, "You better hold on."

A bloody mark flew from between her fingers.

Qin Mo gritted his teeth so hard they almost ground to powder: "Hurry up, my arm is going to break!"

The thunder arrows exploded simultaneously.

Purple lightning shot out from the two wounds of the Underworld Emperor, then merged into a single bolt inside its head.

The power to ward off evil penetrated every line of the corpse's markings, igniting all the accumulated corpse energy over the years.

The Underworld Emperor froze completely.

The bone claw that was reaching for Qin Mo's chest stopped half a foot away.

Qin Mo had been waiting for this moment.

He loosened his injured left arm, gripped the sword hilt with both hands, and poured all the power of his Five Elements Golden Body into the Primordial Broken Sword.

The sword blade sliced ​​down at an angle.

The Emperor of the Underworld's neck bone snapped, and half of his head rolled into the lake.

The remaining body stood for two breaths before collapsing forward.

Qin Mo dodged to the side and reached out to grab the corpse.

He looked up at the sky.

The corpse mist continued to churn, the Spirit Ranking remained unchanged, and no guiding light descended.

Sikong Ji rushed over, clutching his chest, his brows furrowed.

"It's not completely dead yet?"

Qin Mo did not answer, and flew towards the isolated island in the lake not far away, carrying the corpse.

The island was covered with rocks, with only a small, dry clearing in the middle.

Qin Mo threw the corpse down and used the broken sword to cut open the Underworld Emperor's chest.

The black and white blood had just flowed out when it corroded the stone surface with a hissing sound.

He pried open several sternums and pulled out a crystal core the size of an egg from deep within the flesh.

The crystal core is half black and half white.

Two forces were slowly rotating inside, with a glimmer of gray fire hidden at the center.

The flame shrank into a small face, which was none other than the Emperor of Life and Death.

Qin Mo activated his Heavenly Eye and quickly understood.

Though the physical body is destroyed, the spirit remains.

As long as this spark of soul fire remains, Que Ling will not consider him to have completed the mission.

When you really want to leave the Eighth Palace, you can crush the crystal core.

Qin Mo put away the crystal core: "The Nascent Soul Breaking Pill won't get away, let's keep it for now."

Sikong Ji wiped the blood from his mouth: "Don't even think about taking my reward."

Qin Mo glanced at her: "The crystal core and soul flame are mine, the pills are yours. I won't go back on my word."

Sikong Ji didn't say anything more and sat down cross-legged to regulate his breathing.

Both men fought fiercely, and their injuries were quite severe.

Qin Mo suffered a fracture in his left arm, and the old injury in his right hand reopened.

Sikong Ji fared even worse; his Thunder Essence was almost completely exhausted, and even his Purple Lightning Longbow sank to the bottom of the lake.

A faint scraping sound suddenly came from below the isolated island.

As soon as Qin Mo turned his head, a transparent spider silk shot out from the crack in the rock and wrapped around Sikong Ji's ankle.

The spider silk suddenly tightened, dragging her towards the edge of the island.

Sikong Ji felt empty inside; when he slammed his palm on the ground, he only managed to shatter a few stones.

The next moment, a demonic spider over ten feet tall crashed into the ground.

It has two stripes on its back, resembling a pair of mandarin ducks with their necks intertwined, and a transparent fleshy sac bulging on its abdomen.

A drunken dream of mandarin ducks and spiders.

Qin Mo didn't have time to examine it closely before grabbing the Ancient Broken Sword and rushing over.

The spider opened its mouth and bit Sikong Ji.

The sword light struck first.

The enormous spider head flew out, its eight legs were still kicking wildly, but its abdominal sac suddenly swelled up and then burst open on the spot.

There is no venom, and no flesh.

Two invisible fluctuations of divine soul energy entered Qin Mo and Sikong Ji's brows respectively.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace immediately began to operate, absorbing the sweet and cloying smell from the surroundings. However, the power that had invaded the soul had already condensed into a Dao seal.

Four characters appeared on the furnace wall.

We are of one mind and wish to be together.

Qin Mo felt a surge of heat in his mind, and suddenly heard a rapid heartbeat in his ear.

That's not his.

A dozen steps away, Sikong Ji suddenly looked up.

Her fair cheeks flushed rapidly, her fingers gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, and her breathing became erratic.

The two Dao seals connected their souls together.

The farther away you are, the more intense the burn.

Their breath, heartbeat, and even the smallest thoughts are transmitted to each other through the Dao Seal.

Sikong Ji pulled out a broken arrow, pierced his palm, and forced himself to stay awake.

But as soon as the blood hit the ground, the Dao Seal shone even brighter.

Qin Mo tried to refine it using the Transformation Furnace, but with each impact of the furnace fire, the Dao Seal tightened its grip deeper into his soul.

"Don't move, this isn't ordinary poison."

He pressed his throbbing forehead, his voice already hoarse.

Sikong Ji took half a step back, and his soul was immediately torn apart by pain.

She swayed and had to move closer again.

Is there any way?

Her eyelashes trembled violently.

As Qin Mo circulated the "Qiankun Creation Scripture," the moment the Yang energy within his body began to flow, the Thunder Energy on Sikong Ji's body responded on its own.

There are indeed solutions.

However, this time, the martial arts practice probably cannot be completed remotely as before.

Qin Mo forcefully suppressed the Dao seal: "If you are unwilling, I will think of another way."

Sikong Ji stared at him for a few moments, then the broken arrow in his palm slowly fell to the ground.

"I agree. Survival comes first."

As soon as she finished speaking, she walked up to Qin Mo.

A thick fog rolled into the Black Lake outside the island.

Qin Mo raised his hand and set up an array, a five-colored light screen that covered the entire isolated island.

The ancient broken sword landed on the stone surface, and the purple lightning longbow flew back from the bottom of the lake and quietly stopped outside the formation.

The lightning and yang energy within the formation kept colliding, only to be forcibly pulled back by the "Qiankun Creation Scripture".

Their last vestiges of consciousness were quickly dispelled by the Shared Desire Seal.

After an unknown amount of time, the fog of corpses on the lake receded once more.

When the seal of mutual desire completely disappeared, the "Qiankun Creation Scripture" completed its last great cycle.

When Qin Mo opened his eyes, all the bones in his body were creaking.

The five-colored light curtain still covered the isolated island, while the corpse fog outside pressed heavily on the lake surface.

He glanced down at the Transformation Furnace in his dantian; the Qi value on the furnace wall jumped several times before stabilizing.

It went up.

The price has risen outrageously.