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

Qin Mo turned his head and saw the astonishment on her face, and immediately understood.

"You counterfeiter, you've got some nerve."

Sikong Ji's face twitched, and his features began to distort.

Just as Qin Mo was about to reach out and grab her, a corpse howl came from ahead.

Xuanling Corpse Lord lunged at him, his five fingers, covered in black and gold corpse energy, gripping Qin Motian's head.

The black-gold corpse claws shot straight at Qin Mo's head.

Qin Mo raised the ancient broken sword and forcefully blocked the attack.

The black bricks underfoot crumbled one after another, and cracks climbed all the way to the entrance of the main hall.

The pressure from the Corpse Lord of Xuanling was getting heavier and heavier.

Qin Mo's old shoulder wound reopened, and blood slid down his arm and into his sleeve.

Upon seeing this, the fake Sikong Ji behind him immediately withdrew the bent Soul-Locking Needle and turned to leave.

"What's the rush?"

Qin Mo freed his left hand and grabbed her wrist.

The fake Sikong Ji turned around and waved his hand, flicking out several black needles from between his snow-white fingers.

Qin Mo didn't even bother to dodge, letting the black needles strike his chest.

A few ringing sounds.

All the black needles were knocked away by the Five Elements Golden Body.

Qin Mo looked at her face and increased the pressure on his hands: "The real one tormented me for twelve hours last night, she knows how hard I am. You think you can just come here with a few needles?"

The fake Sikong Ji's face twitched a few times.

She tried to struggle, but Qin Mo had already pulled her in front of him and gripped her snow-white neck with his five fingers.

The Corpse Lord of Xuanling unleashed his power once again.

Qin Mo's feet sank another half foot, but he pushed his right shoulder upwards, forcefully breaking free of the corpse claws that were pressing down on the broken sword.

Immediately afterwards, he twisted his waist, grabbed the fake Sikong Ji, and slammed him onto the throne.

With a loud bang.

The bone dragon throne was smashed in half.

Just as the fake Sikong Ji was about to get up, Qin Mo caught up with him.

He pressed his palm against her neck again and squeezed hard.

The neck bone broke on the spot.

The zombie went limp, and the skin on its face began to melt.

Just as Qin Mo was about to burn the corpse with the Five Elements Yang Fire, a layer of semi-transparent human skin suddenly emerged from the top of the walking corpse's head and slid out between his fingers.

The human skin still had Sikong Ji's facial features on it.

That face gave him a strange smile.

Qin Mo raised his hand to grab it, but Xuanling Corpse Lord had already crashed into him from the side.

A wide black and gold dragon robe swept across the ground, and an arm covered in corpse patterns slammed heavily into Qin Mo's waist.

Qin Mo flew out horizontally, crashing into two stone pillars before coming to a stop.

The human skin seized the opportunity to roll into a thin strip, slipped into the ghostly mist in the corner, and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Qin Mo brushed the pebbles off his shoulder: "You ran pretty fast. Next time I catch you, I'll burn this skin off first."

A low, guttural roar echoed from deep within the main hall.

Xuanling Corpse Lord tore off his tattered dragon robe, and his originally emaciated body quickly swelled up.

Black muscles stretched his skin, nine corpse markings lit up on his chest, and his hands and feet grew longer.

Ten fingernails pierced through half a foot, with black water constantly dripping from their surface.

Its body grew a full ten feet taller.

The aura of death surged to the top of the palace, causing large sections of bricks and stones to fall.

One by one, the stone lanterns on the palace walls went out, leaving only two green flames burning behind the throne.

The Corpse Lord of Xuanling opened his mouth and let out a long howl.

The sound of armor plates scraping together immediately filled the long corridor outside.

Several side doors were smashed open at the same time, and a large group of Ghost Armor Guards rushed into the main hall.

Behind them followed four corpse warriors, each dragging a heavy weapon.

Everything was blocked from all sides.

Qin Mo shook his numb right hand: "You were an emperor in life, and you still have so many people with you after you die. Are you really afraid of getting beaten up?"

Xuanling Corpse Lord raised his hand and pointed forward.

Dozens of spears thrust at the same time.

Qin Mo sheathed the ancient broken sword, and all five elements of his true bones lit up.

The qi and blood surged along the meridians to the fists, eventually transforming into crimson gold flames.

When the first spear pierced his chest, he threw a punch.

The force of the punch, accompanied by waves of fire, swept across the main hall.

The armored guards at the front were burned red-hot, and after only two steps, the corpses inside the armor plates turned into black ash.

The corpse soldiers behind continued to push forward.

Two corpse warriors leaped up from above the horde of corpses, their Soul-Slaying Blades slashing at Qin Mo from the left and right.

Qin Mo threw out both fists at the same time.

The crimson flames condensed into two enormous fist-shaped imprints, shattering the blade and piercing through the Corpse Lord's chest.

Flames seeped into his body through the wound and spewed out from his eyes and mouth in the blink of an eye.

When the two corpses landed, only their red-hot armor remained.

More undead soldiers surged into the corridor.

Qin Mo took a step forward, and the fire patterns on his arms lit up rapidly.

He lowered his waist and unleashed more than a dozen punches in succession.

With each punch, a large burst of flames surged into the horde of corpses.

The guards in the dark armor fell to the ground in rows.

Black armor and weapons were scattered all over the ground, and no intact corpses could be seen inside anymore.

Even the ghostly mist inside the hall was mostly burned away by the fire waves.

The Corpse Lord of Xuanling finally moved.

It shattered the ground and rushed across dozens of feet in a single step.

Two black claws smashed through the flames and went straight for Qin Mo's chest.

Qin Mo did not back down.

A person and a corpse collided head-on.

The fist collided with the corpse's claw, shattering the surrounding floor tiles into powder.

Qin Mo took three steps back, and the fracture in his right arm worsened again.

Xuanling Corpse Lord also withdrew.

The nine corpse markings on its chest flickered incessantly, and the surrounding corpse energy rapidly gathered towards the wound.

The palms that had been scorched by the fire fist quickly grew new flesh again.

Qin Mo opened the Heaven and Earth Dharma Eye.

The nine corpse runes were dissected layer by layer in his vision, eventually all connecting to the black corpse crystal in the center of his chest.

This thing recovers quickly because of that corpse crystal.

The Corpse Lord of Xuanling charged again.

Qin Mo let the corpse claws grip his left shoulder, while his five fingers grasped its arm.

He steadied himself, and the transformation furnace within his dantian opened.

The moment the corpse's aura entered the wound, it was immediately sucked away by the furnace opening.

Xuanling Corpse Lord's arm quickly withered.

The flames on Qin Mo's right fist burned brighter and brighter.

"It's my turn."

He punched Xuanling Corpse Lord in the chest.

The first layer of corpse energy exploded.

The second punch landed, and the three corpse patterns broke.

Qin Mo continued forward, sticking close to it, and smashed his third punch into the black corpse crystal.

The Corpse Lord of Xuanling's chest caved in, and his massive body flew out of the hall.

It smashed a large hole in the palace wall, and half of the stone building outside also collapsed.

Meanwhile, the long corridor on the west side of the imperial palace.

Sikong Ji was blocked in front of the stone gate by more than a dozen Youjia Imperial Guards.

Her internal energy of lightning had not yet recovered, and every time she drew the bow, the injury to her chest would worsen.

Several more bloodstains appeared on the snow-white dress.

A corpse-wielding warrior approached, his blade already raised.

A figure suddenly rushed out of the ghostly mist.

Five-colored flames swept across the corridor, and several guards blocking the way fell down at the same time.

The newcomer was dressed in Qin Mo's clothes, but his face was that of Chu Wuming.

Just as Sikong Ji was about to draw his bow, the man had already raised his hand.

"Remember to pay back double the debt you owe me after you get out of here."

Sikong Ji's ears suddenly felt hot.

Only the two of them knew the truth of this statement.

She slowly lowered the bow and stepped aside to make room for me: "Enough with the nonsense, take me away from here first."

The "Chu Wuming" figure quickly approached.

Sikong Ji did not dodge.

In the blink of an eye, he was already standing behind her.

As soon as Sikong Ji moved aside, "Chu Wuming" pressed close behind him.

There was nothing wrong with the five-colored energy and blood in his body, and even the annoying tone when he spoke was exactly the same.

More importantly, only the two of them knew the truth about the debt that had to be repaid double.