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

Sikong Ji lowered his longbow, not completely retracting the thunder energy.

"Chu Wuming" pointed to the stone gate on the west side: "We've found the exit. Let's leave here first."

Sikong Ji stared at his back: "How did you find me?"

Without turning his head, Chu Wuming said, "The ghostly mist is full of teleportation arrays. I smashed through two walls and managed to get around here."

The two passed through the stone gate and arrived at the Imperial Palace Square.

This place was packed with Imperial Guards in their dark armor.

Countless spears rose simultaneously, and a dark, ghostly aura pressed down on the dome above.

Four corpse guardians stood before the exit, their Soul-Slaying Blades dripping black water.

Sikong Ji's chest injury has not yet healed.

As soon as she drew the bowstring, a sharp pain shot through her veins.

The purple lightning only condensed halfway before dissipating between his fingers.

"Chu Wuming" rushed into the horde of corpses first.

The five-colored fire wave crashed through the crowd, sending more than a dozen guards flying, armor and all.

He also swung his fists and smashed the two corpses into the stone wall.

Sikong Ji followed behind, and his last bit of wariness lessened considerably.

This method of attack was indeed Chu Wuming's doing.

At the end of the square, the door to a side hall was already open.

There was no ghostly mist inside the door, and the sound of water could be faintly heard.

"Chu Wuming" pointed a finger: "We'll settle the score for last night after we get out. Don't hold me back now."

Sikong Ji's ears burned: "Don't mention that matter again."

In the brief moment she was distracted, a tiny black nail slipped from Chu Wuming's sleeve.

The black nails were not shot at her.

It silently sank into the shadow beneath her feet.

As soon as Sikong Ji lifted his right foot, his meridians froze.

Large black lines emerged from the shadows and climbed up her legs.

It was as if an iron shell had been put over the dantian, even locking the lightning essence inside.

She tried to create some distance, but her shadow remained rooted to the spot.

His body swayed slightly, and the Purple Lightning Longbow had already fallen to the ground.

Sikong Ji gritted his teeth: "You are not Chu Wuming."

"Chu Wuming" turned his face: "You dared to sleep right next to him last night, and now you're only thinking about being wary? Isn't it too late?"

The face that belonged to Chu Wuming slowly cracked open.

There was no blood beneath the skin, only a layer of constantly writhing gray mist.

The Mirage-Clad Demon Mother smiled in his likeness, and with a flick of her five fingers, the shadow beneath Sikong Ji's feet immediately shrank into a black rope.

Zhenmai Shadow Nail.

This thing is specifically designed to lock the meridians and dantian.

A nail stuck in the shadow is useless, no matter how tough the flesh is.

Sikong Ji twitched his fingers several times, but still couldn't touch the longbow on the ground.

The Mirage-Clad Demon Mother walked towards the main hall: "Don't waste your energy, your lover will be here to keep you company soon."

The shadow rope is dragged forward.

Sikong Ji had no choice but to follow her.

The snow-white hem swept across the broken armor scattered on the ground, quickly becoming covered with a layer of black ash.

The main hall has collapsed more than halfway.

There was a huge hole in the palace wall, and the ground was littered with red-hot weapons.

The remains of the Ghost Armor Guards were piled up on both sides, and all four Corpse Lords in front of the hall were smashed to pieces; not a single intact body could be found.

The Mirage-Clad Demon Mother stopped in her tracks as soon as she stepped across the threshold.

In the center of the main hall, Qin Mo stood on the Xuanling Corpse Lord.

The Corpse Lord's chest caved in completely, and seven of the nine corpse markings were broken.

His two arms hung limply to the ground, and every time the black-gold corpse energy emerged, it was suppressed by the five-colored blood light beneath Qin Mo's feet.

Qin Mo's right shoulder was still bleeding.

He held the ancient broken sword in one hand, and pressed the sole of his shoe against the Corpse Lord's neck.

Hearing the noise, he only glanced at the doorway, his expression barely changing.

The Mirage-Clad Demon Mother's fake face froze: "You beat the Xuanling Corpse Lord into this state?"

Qin Mo weighed the broken sword in his hand: "You came too slowly, so I just took care of it."

Xuanling Corpse Lord let out a low growl.

It tried to prop itself up, but Qin Mo pressed down slightly with his feet, and the ground immediately sank a bit.

The crowned head was also trampled back into the rubble.

The Mirage-Clad Demon Mother tugged at the Shadow Rope.

Sikong Ji was dragged in front of him, and a black shadow spike suddenly appeared below his neck.

The thorn tip clung to the snow-white skin; just a little further and it would pierce the meridians.

The Mirage-Clad Demon Mother pointed at the Corpse King: "Give it to me, and I'll give it back to you."

Qin Mo looked at Sikong Ji: "Are you injured?"

Sikong Ji shook his head.

Her face was a little pale, but she gently tapped the hem of her skirt twice with her fingers.

That was a reminder to Qin Mo that the thing that truly controlled her was in the shadows.

Qin Mo's gaze fell on the ground, then quickly shifted away.

The Mirage-Clad Demon Mother was unaware.

She assumed Qin Mo was scared, and her fake smile grew even more smug.

Xuanling Corpse Lord is the gatekeeper of the entire imperial palace and also her most important trump card.

If she can reclaim it, she can reawaken the forbidden array of the Imperial Palace.

Qin Mo pressed down on the Corpse King: "Trading a living person for a dead body, I've lost out on this deal."

The Mirage-Clad Demon Mother tightened her Shadow Thorn: "If you don't trade, I'll destroy her dantian first."

Sikong Ji felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen.

The shadow spike had sunk half an inch.

Her energy surged, becoming increasingly sluggish, even her breathing slowed down.

Qin Mo finally lifted his foot.

He bent down, grabbed the back of Xuanling Corpse Lord's neck, and pulled the tall corpse out of the rubble.

The black corpse crystal on the Corpse Lord's chest kept flashing, and there was still more than half of the soul flame inside.

The two sides were more than twenty feet apart.

Qin Mo carried the Corpse Lord, while the Mirage-Clad Ghost Mother grabbed Sikong Ji's shadow.

Whoever lets go first is likely to suffer a loss.

The Mirage-Clad Demon Mother held up three fingers: "Release them all at once after you've counted. Whoever tries to pull a trick will have their people die first."

Qin Mo nodded slightly: "Okay, just don't miscount."

The first finger falls.

Sikong Ji stared at Qin Mo's right hand.

He grabbed the Corpse King by the back of the neck, seemingly without applying any force, but his fingertips pressed against a broken corpse mark.

The second finger falls.

The soul flame on the chest of the Corpse Lord of Xuanling suddenly flickered.

An invisible suction force entered the corpse crystal through Qin Mo's palm.

The black soul flames instantly diminished by more than half, and the Corpse Lord's previously extinguished eyes suddenly emitted two chaotic bursts of blood light.

Sikong Ji was all too familiar with that domineering, devouring force.

She learned a lot in the twelve hours of last night.

As soon as the Mirage-Clad Demon Mother lowered her last finger, the Shadow Rope loosened.

Qin Mo did not push Xuanling Corpse Lord over.

The Corpse King moved on its own.

It suddenly snapped off the remaining corpse markings on its neck and roared fiercely.

After losing most of its soul flame, it could no longer distinguish friend from foe, and its black-gold corpse claws directly grabbed at "Chu Wuming," who was closest to it.

Caught off guard, the Mirage-Clad Demon Mother could only raise her hand to defend herself.

Xuanling Corpse Lord tore open half of her shoulder with a claw, sending the fake skin flying high into the air.

At the same moment, Qin Mo disappeared from the spot.

Sikong Ji felt a tightening around his waist, and he was pulled away from the area of ​​the Shadow Nails.

Before she could even stand up straight, Qin Mo stepped past her and punched "Chu Wuming" in the face.

boom!

The crack started to appear on the face from the center of the brow.

Cracks quickly spread across his entire head, before he exploded into fragments along with his body.

There were no bones or flesh inside.

There was only an empty human skin.

Just as Qin Mo was about to reach out to grab it, the shadow beneath Sikong Ji's feet suddenly began to twist.

The laughter of the Mirage-Clad Demon Mother echoed once more from that shadow.