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

Qin Mo opened his mouth, only to exhale a breath of black gas.

Deep within the dantian, the Qiankun Transformation Furnace vibrated violently.

The furnace lid was suddenly flung open.

The Nine-Patterned Nether Tribulation Pill was forcibly dragged into the furnace by an invisible force, and the power of the Corpse Path and the Yin Origin began to separate layer by layer.

The accumulated corpse energy, accumulated over thousands of years, burst out of the furnace and surged wildly along Qin Mo's meridians.

Wherever it passed, flesh and blood quickly turned black, and even bones were covered with a layer of grayish-white lividity.

Qin Mo's body stiffened, and his back slammed heavily against the bronze alchemy furnace.

The entire Nine Yin Soul Gathering Chamber shook slightly.

Sikong Ji raised his hand and pressed down on his shoulder: "Force the pill out, or it will really be a corpse."

Qin Mo gritted his teeth: "You tormented me for twelve hours last night and still couldn't drain me dry. You think you can kill me with a single broken pill?"

Sikong Ji's snow-white fingers froze instantly.

Even at a time like this, this bastard still has the mind to bring up last night.

Just as she was about to knock Qin Mo unconscious, the corpse patterns under Qin Mo's skin suddenly exploded.

Large plumes of black gas shot out from the pores, and upon hitting the surrounding iron chains, immediately corroded large areas of pits.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace could no longer suppress all the elixir power.

"Primordial Devouring Heaven Technique, spin it!"

Qin Mo formed a hand seal, and the five golden cores in his dantian vibrated simultaneously.

The five spiritual energies of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth surged out along the meridians, forcefully suppressing the out-of-control corpse energy.

The Primordial Devouring Heaven Technique circulated wildly, grinding up a portion of the corpse energy with each complete cycle, transforming it into absorbable Five Elements spiritual power.

There was too much corpse energy, and the conversion rate still couldn't keep up.

Qin Mo's left hand had lost all feeling.

The nails turned black, the skin hardened, and even the wrists emitted a faint stench of death.

Sikong Ji grabbed his arm, and purple lightning pressed down along his palm, trying to suppress the corpse poison for him.

Qin Mo pushed her away directly.

"Don't touch it, I'm covered in poison right now."

Sikong Ji took half a step back, his palm hovering in the air.

She stared at the face that was constantly emitting black smoke, but in the end, she didn't leave.

Qin Mo didn't care about her.

His entire divine consciousness sank into the transformation furnace.

Besides the corpse's aura, the furnace also contained a pure yin-yang essence.

The thing was enveloped by nine pill patterns and sank to the deepest part. Every time it jumped, it would cause the furnace wall to rumble.

Qin Mo directly mobilized the Yang Fire of the Five Elements.

Crimson flames surged into the furnace, burning through the first cinnabar pattern.

The Yin essence hidden inside suddenly burst forth, flowing into the limbs and bones through the dantian.

The forces of hot and cold collided.

Qin Mo's bones creaked all at once.

His right arm was already injured, and it was the first to give way.

The arm bone broke in the middle, the bone fragments piercing into the flesh, but were forcibly pulled back by the Yin source.

A series of clicking sounds rang out.

Arms, shoulder bones, ribs, and then the two legs.

One by one, the five elemental bones shattered.

Qin Mo's forehead veins bulged, and his teeth were full of blood, but he never stopped reciting the Hunyuan Devouring Heaven Technique.

The shattered bones were enveloped by the spiritual power of the five elements, with the yang fire burning from the outside and the yin source drilling into the bone marrow.

The two forces collided back and forth, forcibly piecing each bone back together.

It had just begun to heal when it was shattered again.

Sikong Ji gripped the Purple Lightning Longbow tightly, his knuckles gradually turning white.

She had seen body-refining cultivators break through to higher realms, but she had never seen such a reckless method of cultivation.

Qin Mo was clearly using his own bones as a magical artifact, breaking them again and again, and then refining them over and over again.

After the third bone-crushing ended, a low rumble of thunder suddenly emanated from Qin Mo's body.

That wasn't a lightning bolt from the outside.

The voice came from his very bones.

The five elements of Yang fire burned along the skeleton throughout the body, forcing out the impurities of the corpse path hidden deep in the flesh and blood.

Black, sticky fluid kept seeping out, quickly forming a puddle beneath him.

The strong stench dispelled the yin energy.

Sikong Ji held his breath and took two steps back: "Your smell is even stronger than those corpses at the bottom of the lake."

Qin Mo raised his eyelids slightly: "You didn't complain last night."

Sikong Ji raised his longbow, aiming the arrow at his lower back.

Qin Mo immediately closed his eyes and continued to refine the pill's power.

After the Yang Fire rushed into the divine aperture between his eyebrows, his divine sense also surged.

The divine sense, which could originally only cover a few hundred feet, quickly spread outwards, passing through the stone chamber and the long underground steps, and rushed into the Shenyuan Imperial Palace.

The collapsed palace walls, the shattered corpses of soldiers, and even every single body sinking in the Black Lake were clearly visible in his perception.

Several wisps of malevolent spirits hiding in the cracks in the wall sensed the approaching divine sense and immediately pounced.

Qin Mo simply suppressed his thoughts.

Those ferocious souls, powerful enough to tear apart a Foundation Establishment cultivator's soul, instantly crumbled into gray mist.

Even an ordinary early-stage Golden Core cultivator standing here might not be able to withstand a direct hit from him with their divine sense.

The last red pattern was finally burned through.

The remaining negative origin was completely integrated into the bone marrow.

Qin Mo's body trembled, and five-colored spiritual light emanated from under his skin.

Gold, cyan, blue, red, and yellow light patterns intertwined and finally condensed into fine lightning patterns, which climbed up the arms to the chest.

The residual corpse energy tried to invade the meridians, but it was shattered as soon as it touched the lightning patterns.

A ghostly howl echoed from within the Ghost Soul Pill.

The soul attack had barely entered Qin Mo's sea of ​​consciousness when it was torn apart by the five-colored lightning.

Qin Mo slowly opened his eyes and gently clenched his fist.

The nine Soul-Locking Pillars around the perimeter cracked simultaneously.

Five Elements Golden Body, Intermediate Level.

He stood up, and the black impurities on his body were burned into ashes by the Yang Fire.

My previously cracked right shoulder has healed, and I no longer feel pain when I clench my fist.

Sikong Ji stared at him for a few moments before putting the bow away.

Qin Mo walked to the side of Xuanling Corpse King, inserted his five fingers into its collapsed chest, and dug out the black corpse crystal.

The corpse crystal felt heavy in his hand, but the residual corpse energy inside could no longer harm his skin.

He casually tossed the Ghost Soul Pill to Sikong Ji.

Sikong Ji caught the pill, his brow furrowing slightly: "For me?"

Qin Mo put away the corpse crystal: "I took such a big advantage of you last night, so I should at least give you something in return."

Sikong Ji put the Youpo Pill into a jade box and did not return it to him.

After the two core relics were taken away, a large number of celestial patterns suddenly lit up on the ground.

A voice devoid of emotion echoed across Black Lake.

The Emperor of Life and Death has been destroyed.

The Mirage-Clad Demon Mother has been destroyed.

The core task of the eighth chapter has been completed.

Two beams of celestial light pierced through the imperial palace, enveloping Qin Mo and Sikong Ji respectively.

The surrounding scenery blurred rapidly, and the two people's bodies disappeared along with it.

At the same time, inside the Xuantian Immortal Palace.

Three blood-red names appeared one after another on the surface of the Xuan Tian Mirror.

Xiao Yue has fallen.

Xiao Wu has fallen.

Xiao Kui has fallen.

Elder Xiao, who was standing in front of the mirror, twitched his face a few times.

All three were Golden Core assassins trained by the Xiao family with a great deal of resources, yet they all died in the Eighth Gate.

What's more troublesome is that the light representing the black-armored war puppet suddenly went out just now.

The connection between the distracted mind and the puppet was completely severed, but no damage was detected.

An elder pressed down on the Xuan Tian Mirror: "Immediately notify the young master, the battle puppet may be trapped."

As soon as he finished speaking, two beams of teleportation light suddenly appeared in the mirror.

The Ninth Gate, on the ancient teleportation platform.

As soon as Qin Mo stepped onto the stone surface, the sound of swords being drawn rang out all around him.

Several disciples of the Xiao clan blocked the exit, their swords all aimed at his chest.

The crowd parted to the sides.

Xiao Qinghuang landed on the stage on her snow-white flying sword, holding the Primordial Returning Origin Sword horizontally in her hand.

She stared at Qin Mo, her fingers tightening little by little.

"Hand over my seven natal flying swords."