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

After the ghost rope retracted into the crevice, a complete rocky area was finally revealed at the mountain pass.

Murong Yi lay prone in the rubble, his fingers twitching a few times.

Half of his body was blackened by the lightning, but his chest was still heaving.

The Netherworld Cult Leader glanced at him and gestured for his disciples to step forward.

"Take the young master away."

As soon as the two Golden Core cultivators approached, Murong Yi braced himself against the ground and raised his head.

He saw Sikong Ji first, and the charred muscles on his face twitched a few times.

"Sikong Ji, you shameless woman, what kind of skill is it to rely on a man for support? When I return to the sect, I will definitely make you—"

The bowstring twanged softly.

A thin bolt of lightning fell from Sikong Ji's fingertip and struck Murong Yi squarely on the forehead.

Murong Yi straightened up, and the words he spoke turned into muffled groans.

Lightning shot through his hair and then he fell back into the rubble.

Sikong Ji lowered his hand without even lifting his eyelids.

The Lord of the Underworld stopped in his tracks.

She looked at the unconscious Murong Yi, her eyes twitched a few times, and finally had someone lift him up.

The Netherworld Sect has suffered too many losses today. If it continues to stay here, it will only cause more disciples to die.

Several Netherworld Cult cultivators were carrying Murong Yi, about to leave the mountain pass, when Qin Mo jumped off the back of the Thunder Hou King and landed in front of them.

The ancient broken sword hung beside his hand.

"You can take the person with you, but you stay."

The Netherworld Cult Leader raised his head and his gaze fell on Qin Mo.

Qin Mo moved his right hand.

When he took the force of the Netherworld Palm, the blood and qi of the Five Elements Golden Body were compressed and contracted continuously.

The medicinal power of the Netherworld Tribulation Pill has been completely refined, and he is looking for an opponent to see how far the mid-stage of the Five Elements Golden Body can last.

"I just wanted to test my strength."

He raised his broken sword. "You've come at just the right time."

The Netherworld Cult Leader's fingers tightened inside his sleeve.

The ghost flag behind her rolled up at the same time, and the yin energy on the flag surged into the mountain pass.

The broken bones on the ground were lifted up by the black mist, floating densely into the air, and then condensed into a giant black hand.

Palms down.

The rocky surface of the mountain pass cracked one after another, and the lightning was pressed close to the ground.

Before that force could land, the blue flags that Luo Zhengnan had set up began to bend one by one, and the flagpoles made a snapping sound.

Hua Meiniang covered her wrist, her knuckles slowly tightening.

Cang Wuyue held his sword in front of Luo Xiaoman, but the force of the palm strike pressed two shallow pits into the ground beneath his feet.

The Lord of the Underworld raised his hand and flipped it over.

The giant black hand detached from the ghost flag and instantly transformed into a ghost mountain that filled the mountain pass, crashing down towards Qin Mo.

Qin Mo did not retreat.

Five-colored qi and blood surged up from the soles of the feet, flowing down the legs and into the ground.

The five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth intertwine and penetrate into the interior of Ghost Mountain.

The first wave of Qi and blood tears open the outer layer of Yin Qi.

The second flow of qi and blood is severed at the base of the palm.

The third surge of energy shattered the ghost pattern on his palm.

The remaining two streams of energy, one on the left and one on the right, surged upwards along the black mountainside.

As the ghostly energy lost its connection, large cracks immediately appeared in the solidified mountain.

The Netherworld Cult Leader's expression changed.

Just as she was about to withdraw her palm strike, Qin Mo had already clenched his fist.

Five-colored golden light gathered into a circle of dark patterns on the surface of the fist.

boom!

Ghost Mountain exploded in the middle.

A large burst of black light shot out in all directions, causing the ghost flag to flutter backwards, and several Netherworld Cult disciples coughed up blood on the spot.

Qin Mo stepped out, walking on the scattered ghostly energy. With each step, he left a deep pit in the ground.

The Lord of the Underworld turned and retreated.

She had just retreated three zhang (approximately 10 meters) when suddenly her vision blurred.

Qin Mo had already passed through the scattered black mist and appeared beside her.

She raised her elbow to cover her chest, and at the same time, a protective ghost armor appeared on her body.

Qin Mo gripped the black armor with his five fingers, his knuckles making a soft cracking sound.

The five elements of Qi and blood were pressed into the fingertips, and five cracks immediately appeared on the surface of the black nail.

The Netherworld Cult Master activated the ghost fire, and dozens of black spikes shot out from his armor.

Qin Mo tilted his head to avoid two of them, but the remaining black spikes struck his shoulder with a series of crisp sounds.

The Five Elements Golden Body withstood the impact, and his fingers continued forward, forcefully tearing apart the ghost armor on his chest.

The armor plates scattered.

A bloody gash was visible beneath the Netherworld Cult Leader's shoulder.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace immediately began to rotate within Qin Mo's body.

The furnace light spread along his arm to the wound. The black ghostly energy that had just escaped from the wound was drawn by the furnace light and flowed into the furnace through his five fingers.

The ghostly markings on the Netherworld Cult Leader's body quickly darkened.

Her throat tightened, and she formed a hand seal with her five fingers, trying to use the remaining ghostly energy to shake Qin Mo away.

Qin Mo raised his knee and struck her in the abdomen, forcefully interrupting the hand seal.

"This punch is to avenge them on your behalf."

Qin Mo loosened his fingers and his right fist fell against her chest.

The five elements of Qi and blood erupt in a concentrated burst.

The protective ghostly energy began to dissipate from his chest, and the Netherworld Cult Master's feet left the ground as he flew over the mountain pass and crashed into a distant cliff.

The rock face was smashed open, leaving large cracks, and rubble rolled down her shoulders and back.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Several Netherworld Cult cultivators stood still, raising and lowering their magical artifacts.

The ghost mountain had already exhausted most of the sect leader's power, but they still didn't expect that the sect leader, who was at the peak of the Golden Core stage, would be defeated head-on by a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Qin Mo shook his hand, sending the remaining ghost energy into the evolution furnace.

A coughing sound came from behind the cliff.

The Netherworld Cult Leader stood up, supporting himself on the stone surface. His black robe was torn open, and most of the ghost armor on his chest was shattered.

She wiped the blood from her mouth, her gaze shifting from Qin Mo to King Lei Hou, and then back to the broken sword in his hand.

"Chu Wuming, once the core secret realm opens, I will personally take your life."

After she finished speaking, she raised her hand and rolled up the unconscious Murong Yi, and the ghost flag behind her transformed into a black road.

The remaining Netherworld Cult cultivators dared not linger and followed suit.

Qin Mo stood still, without even making a move to chase after him.

"Let's focus on healing first."

The dark road quickly disappeared into the distance. The Netherworld Lord glanced back at him one last time before his figure was swallowed up by the ghostly mist.

Qin Mo sheathed his broken sword and turned to walk towards the three women.

Hua Meiniang's wrists were marked with purplish-blue bruises from the ghost rope, and the light on the red rope had dimmed considerably.

Qin Mo crushed a healing pill and applied the powder to her wrist.

Hua Meiniang glanced down and gently curled her fingers.

Cang Wuyue sat cross-legged by the stone, the spiritual energy within his golden core still churning wildly.

Qin Mo reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder. His five-colored qi and blood circulated along her meridians, suppressing the turbulent flow for her.

"Can I try my luck now?"

Cang Wuyue swallowed the metallic taste in her throat and nodded.

Luo Xiaoman's three beast souls shrank behind her, their soul light dimming considerably compared to before.

Qin Mo took out a Soul Nourishing Pill and handed it to her. She took the pill, held it in her palm for a long time, and then swallowed it.

Sikong Ji stood to the side, the Purple Lightning Longbow already sheathed.

She glanced at the wound on Qin Mo's shoulder, her fingers twitched, but she ultimately remained silent.

Just as Qin Mo was about to examine the beast mark on Lei Hou King's forehead, the space inside the furnace suddenly trembled.

He paused.

Deep within the space, the Azure Dragon Ancestor's Token bounced off the bluestone platform, and the dragon patterns on the token's surface lit up segment by segment.

Immediately afterwards, a wisp of cyan-gold aura rushed out from the furnace, passed through Qin Mo's sleeve, and landed outside.

The dragon pattern appeared for only a moment.

But Luo Hongyao stopped using the silver needles in her hand.

She looked up and stared at Qin Mo's right hand, her fingertips slowly tightening.

She had seen that aura before at the Military Contract Platform in Xuantian City.

When the Azure Dragon Ancestor activated the Military Contract Platform, the dragon-patterned aura emanating from the platform was exactly the same as the one from before.

Qin Mo closed his palms and forced that bit of energy back into the furnace.

Luo Hongyao looked at him, her lips moving slightly.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, have you met Qin Mo before?"