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

The Primordial Sword was placed in front of the teleportation platform.

The sword trembled slightly, producing a sound so sharp it hurt one's eardrums.

Xiao Qinghuang stood on a snow-white flying sword, her right hand gripping the sword, her knuckles tightening more and more.

"Chu Wuming, hand over my seven natal flying swords."

Qin Mo stretched his newly recovered right arm.

After refining the Netherworld Tribulation Pill, his Five Elements Golden Body had already reached the middle stage.

The power within me hasn't fully stabilized yet, so I'm just missing an opponent to test it out.

"Once the item is in my storage ring, you can dream on if you think you can take it back for free."

Xiao Qinghuang paused for a moment.

She chased Qin Mo for so long, all for those seven flying swords.

That was her natal spiritual weapon, which she had nurtured with her essence and blood since she formed her core.

Now they are all lying in Qin Mo's transformation furnace space, and even recalling them is impossible.

Several disciples of the Xiao clan had already surrounded the teleportation platform.

They were stationed at the entrance to the Ninth Palace to meet Xiao Qinghuang.

Now that he sees her stopping her enemy, he's unwilling to watch any longer.

A disciple in blue robes raised his hand to form a hand seal.

"Cripple him first!"

Five Golden Core spiritual artifacts ascended into the sky simultaneously.

A bronze bell pressed down from above, a silver ring locked his waist, and two spirit swords pierced Qin Mo's shoulders.

The last crimson spike flew close to the ground, heading straight for his ankle.

Several magical artifacts interacted with each other, instantly sealing off any escape route.

Sikong Ji landed on the other side of the teleportation platform.

She raised her arm, and the Purple Lightning Longbow was already aimed at the disciple in blue.

Qin Mo took a step forward.

"You stay back and watch out, don't steal my people."

Sikong Ji pressed his fingers down on the bowstring, not letting it loosen.

"If you can't win, just say so. Don't force yourself."

Qin Mo understood the meaning behind her words and his lips twitched slightly.

Last night I was holding a bow to his throat, and now I'm helping him.

He did not use the Ancient Broken Sword.

As the bronze bell fell, Qin Mo's shoulders slumped, and he crashed headfirst into the bell.

A dull sound echoed across the transmission platform.

The surface of the bronze bell first bulged up, and then cracks spread all over the bell wall.

The spirit inside only let out half a cry before the entire artifact was smashed into pieces on the ground.

The moment the silver ring was put around Qin Mo's waist, five-colored lightning patterns lit up from under his skin.

Qin Mo pushed his arms outwards.

The silver ring was forcibly split in two.

Two spirit swords slashed at his shoulders, only tearing open his outer robe. The blades became stuck in the five elements of blood light and could no longer be pushed down.

Qin Mo raised his hand, gripped the sword, and brought it together.

The two golden core spirit swords shattered on the spot.

As the magical artifacts were destroyed one after another, the three Xiao clan disciples felt a violent tremor in their chests, and blood flowed from their mouths.

The red nails on the ground took the opportunity to drill out.

Qin Mo lifted his foot and stepped down.

The stone platform sank half a foot, the red nail was stepped into the crack, and even the fire patterns on the outside were extinguished.

Just as the disciple in blue was about to retreat, Qin Mo had already arrived in front of him.

There was no martial arts technique, nor any spiritual power.

Qin Mo bumped into the man with his shoulder, and the protective light shield on the man's chest immediately collapsed.

His body flew dozens of feet past the platform and landed in the outer stone forest.

The remaining few turned and ran.

Qin Mo grabbed one of the men by the collar and swung him toward the other two.

Three figures collided and tumbled off the teleportation platform.

All that remained were the shattered magical artifacts still emitting smoke.

Qin Mo looked down at his palm.

The skin wasn't broken, and there was only a slight numbness in my knuckles.

The Yin essence within the Netherworld Tribulation Pill did indeed strengthen his physical body considerably.

These days, ordinary Golden Core spiritual artifacts are barely more effective than a tickle when they land on you.

Xiao Qinghuang's chest heaved faster.

She had only been gone from the Eighth Palace for a short while when that bastard's body hardened even more.

Qin Mo looked up at her.

"Your seven swords have been well cared for by me; they're almost ready to accept my aura. If you want them back, the old rule applies: you'll have to serve as my personal sword attendants for three months."

Xiao Qinghuang's jaw clenched slightly.

"You just need to survive today."

A white sword pattern appeared between her brows.

The moment the sword pattern lit up, the scattered fragments of broken swords all around floated into the air.

The Formless Sword Embryo has fully awakened.

A vast expanse of primordial sword energy surged forth from behind her.

The sword energy pressed down layer upon layer, quickly covering half of the teleportation platform.

Several cultivators who were watching the commotion nearby quickly retreated.

Some people raised their shields, but their robes were still torn by the leaking sword energy.

Qin Mo stood before the tide of swords, his outer robe billowing against his body in the wind.

This time he didn't force his way in.

The ancient broken sword fell into his right hand, and the five elements of yang fire burned along the sword's body.

The firelight repaired the broken edge of the sword, which then slashed forward.

A five-colored fire line shot out along the tabletop.

Wherever the fire line passed, the sword energy broke apart.

The overwhelming tide of swords before my eyes was sliced ​​in two.

The remaining sword energy grazed Qin Mo's sides, leaving two deep trenches outside the teleportation platform.

Xiao Qinghuang did not stop.

She formed hand seals simultaneously, and the Formless Sword Embryo emitted a low hum.

The sword domain expanded instantly.

Dense sword patterns descended from the void, sealing off Qin Mo's surroundings.

The five elements of qi and blood had just left the body's surface when they were pressed back by the sword patterns layer by layer.

Even the flames on the ancient broken sword dimmed considerably.

Xiao Qinghuang's face paled slightly, but she still gripped her sword tightly.

Last time in the Misty Swamp, she used the Formless Sword Domain to seal Qin Mo's dantian and the Rebirth Furnace.

This time, she's going to crush his Five Elements Golden Body to death as well.

Qin Mo's arms tensed, and dark gold lightning patterns crawled all the way up to his neck.

The pressure from all sides grew heavier, and the stone slabs underfoot began to crack one after another.

He didn't rush to throw a punch; his Qiankun Divine Eye had already swept across the entire sword domain.

Among the thousands of sword patterns, there were three places where the spiritual energy connection was a beat slow.

The first one is on the sword stele on the left.

The second location is hidden at Xiao Qinghuang's feet.

The last place is at the tip of the Primordial Returning Origin Sword.

Qin Mo shattered the ground with his footsteps and forcefully broke through.

The first punch landed, and the sword monument on the left exploded.

The Formless Sword Domain trembled, and the pressure on him eased.

The second punch slammed into the ground.

The snow-white flying sword let out a mournful cry, and the sword patterns under Xiao Qinghuang's feet were shattered into fragments of light.

She swayed, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

When Qin Mo raised his fist for the third time, the Primordial Returning Origin Sword had already pierced his chest.

The sword tip pierced through his protective shield, leaving a white spot on his chest.

If you move forward another half inch, you can break through the skin.

Qin Mo's fist arrived.

The fist struck the Primordial Returning Origin Sword squarely.

The sword was bent by the shock, Xiao Qinghuang's tiger's mouth split open, and the long sword flew out of her hand and into the sky.

The Formless Sword Domain lost its last support, and the surrounding sword patterns collapsed simultaneously.

The sword-like embryo between her brows lit up again.

The Primordial Sword, which had flown away, forcibly changed direction and fell back into her hand.

Qin Mo's right fist drooped down, and a few drops of blood dripped from between his fingers onto the stone platform.

The sword didn't break the bone, but it still cut open the back of his hand.

Xiao Qinghuang's hand holding the sword was also trembling.

Blood stained the snow-white cuffs, and he could no longer hold his breath.

She stared at Qin Mo for a few moments, then dragged her injured right leg and slowly retreated from the teleportation platform.

She didn't draw her sword again; she had already tested the waters in that battle.

The Formless Sword Domain couldn't suppress Chu Wuming, and the Primordial Returning Origin Sword couldn't sever his Five Elements Golden Body.

If the fight continues, she won't be able to retrieve her seven natal flying swords, and she herself might even be left here.

She raised her hand and took out a Broken Gate Talisman, gently pressing her fingertip on the surface of the talisman.

"Chu Wuming, once I reach the Nascent Soul stage, I will personally retrieve my sword."

As soon as she finished speaking, the Broken Gate Talisman transformed into white light, enveloping her entire body.

Qin Mo stood on the stage, blood still flowing from the back of his hand.

He watched the white light disappear, casually flicked the blood droplets from his fingertips, and didn't even bother to chase after it.

The seven flying swords are still inside the Furnace Space.

Xiao Qinghuang wanted to take it back, but it wasn't that easy.

Sikong Ji landed beside him, his longbow still in place.

She glanced at the spot where the teleportation light had dissipated, and her brows furrowed slightly.

"She's going to the Tenth Palace to find a place for seclusion."