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

The black stone waiting platform of the eleventh section was still trembling slightly, while the portal in mid-air had been fully opened.

As Qin Mo looked up, the mission light imprint beneath his feet went out one after another, and white light crawled away along the cracks in the stone.

Once the core entrance appears, the eleventh chapter is considered passed.

Before the seven people could even utter a word, their bodies were swept up by the light, and the surrounding scenery was stretched into thin black lines.

Qin Mo felt his eardrums go numb from the sound of space being torn apart.

The next instant, their feet were already on the wet, cold stone surface.

Ahead was a huge ancient well.

The well ring is made of black stone, and the stone surface is covered with curved old characters.

At the very top, only four characters are still legible.

The Well of a Hundred Generations of Dreams.

The well water clung to the stone edge, so black that the bottom could not be seen.

The water surface was completely still, but every now and then a soft sound came from the bottom of the well, as if something was tapping on the well wall underwater.

As soon as Luo Zhengnan steadied himself, the array patterns beneath his feet lit up.

Black water overflowed from the wellhead, slowly winding its way towards the seven people along the grooves.

Qin Mo's right foot was brushed by the water vapor, and an unfamiliar street immediately appeared before his eyes.

Under the dilapidated eaves, someone was calling his name.

He looked down and saw that his gray robe had become a shroud, and his hands had changed from those of a young man to wrinkled, withered hands.

In the distance, an elderly man with white hair, leaning on a cane, was walking towards him step by step.

He was just one breath away from turning around.

A furnace-like sound suddenly rang out from deep within the dantian.

The Qiankun Huasheng Furnace rotated on its own, and the lid closed tightly.

The street split open on the spot, and the black water receded from the edge of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Qin Mo's forehead was covered in cold sweat, but he didn't move his feet.

This dream power doesn't simply put you to sleep.

It drags away the soul; if it can't drag it away, the body will remain by the well, and the injuries in the dream will fall into reality.

A wisp of dream energy collided with the furnace wall, transforming into the energy of heaven and earth and being absorbed.

The patterns on the stove body dimmed by one notch.

Protecting yourself is not difficult.

If the Qiankun Furnace is to protect everyone, it won't last long.

Luo Zhengnan let out a muffled groan, and the fat on his face twitched.

He raised his hand and patted his chest, and dozens of tiny black Gu worms immediately crawled out of his collar, slithering along his skin and burrowing into his heart.

Luo Hongyao pulled out the silver needles from her hair, and the three needles simultaneously pierced her wrist bone.

Her breathing hit a beat, but she stood firmly on her feet.

The Hundred Gu Heart Protection Technique forcefully blocked the power of dreams.

The other four people fell down one after another.

Hua Meiniang was the first to lose support.

She had only taken half a step back when her knee hit the well ring, and she fell to the side.

A dark mark appeared on my wrist, the old wound reopened, and blood dripped down my fingertips.

Her lips kept opening and closing, but only rapid breaths could be heard.

Qin Mo bent down and checked her pulse; the beating at his fingertips was fast and erratic.

Cang Wuyue stood there for a moment, gripping the short sword.

The knife tip made a screeching sound as it cut the ground, and a bloody gash suddenly appeared between her eyebrows.

She reached out with both hands as if to block something.

A moment later, she managed to squeeze out a muffled "mother" from her throat before collapsing heavily to her knees.

Luo Xiaoman's beast soul bag opened on its own.

The three beast souls had barely emerged when they were held back by the dark shadows in the well water.

She held her hands in front of her body, her shoulders shaking.

Several claw marks spread from his arm to his shoulder, and blood quickly stained his sleeves.

Sikong Ji fell the quietest.

She leaned against a stone pillar, purple lightning flashing from between her brows to the back of her hand, the lightning growing weaker with each strike.

She reached for the longbow on her back, and as soon as her fingertips touched the bowstring, a patch of charred black appeared on her shoulder.

Qin Mo couldn't see what was in their dreams.

But those wounds are multiplying.

He activated the five elements of Qi and blood, pressing his palm against Hua Meiniang's back.

As soon as the yang fire penetrated, Hua Meiniang's body tensed up abruptly, and the dark marks on her wrists crawled up her arms.

Qin Mo immediately withdrew his strength.

Forcing his way into her dream will only allow Mengjing to use his power to drag her deeper.

He drew the ancient broken sword and slashed at the nearest black line by the well.

The sword's edge sliced ​​into the water's surface, briefly breaking the black line before it closed again.

The recoil force rushed along the hilt of the sword, making Qin Mo's hand go numb.

This dream well is very difficult to break open by external forces.

The well water rose again, the black water overflowing the stone edge and reaching everyone's ankles.

The cultivators who had been teleported in from the vicinity fell one after another.

Some people were convulsing, some were spitting out black foam, and even their breathing became weak.

Luo Zhengnan glanced around, his gaze settling on the waist of the nearest rogue cultivator.

He wiped his mouth and quietly moved over.

"They're all asleep, so let's put their things away for them."

The moment his fingers touched the storage bag, Qin Mo had already grabbed his wrist.

"First, find a way out."

Luo Zhengnan's wrist turned white from being squeezed. He grimaced but didn't dare to struggle.

"If you can't find the way, taking it is just taking the dead's money."

Qin Mo released his grip and looked around.

"Then let's find it quickly."

Luo Zhengnan rubbed his wrist, his fat face drooping, and had no choice but to pick up the green flag again.

Luo Hongyao inserted a silver needle into a crack in the stone beside the well.

The silver needle had barely penetrated half an inch when it bent into an arc, and a wisp of black smoke rose from its tip.

"The key to the formation is at the bottom of the well."

She withdrew the silver needle, and a line of blood appeared on her fingertip from the shock.

Qin Mo opened the Heaven and Earth Dharma Eye.

The well platform in front of me immediately changed its appearance.

Seven thick black lines descended from the sleeping cultivator's brow and plunged into the depths of the well water.

Outside the black line, there were also countless tiny threads wrapped around it, connecting the shadows of everyone around.

The black water outside the stone circle also belongs to the Dream Well Formation.

There were no doors or teleportation arrays in the well.

The only change was that the black line tightened one point for every point the well water rose.

Hua Meiniang's breathing suddenly stopped for a beat, and the dream wound on her chest reopened, quickly soaking her clothes with blood.

The auras of the other three were also decreasing.

Sweat beaded on the foreheads of the Luo siblings, and the silver needles inserted into Luo Hongyao's wrist bones began to tremble slightly.

Luo Zhengnan withdrew his hand from the storage bag.

He stared at the rising black water, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"If this drags on any longer, they won't be able to hold on."

Qin Mo looked at the four people.

Hua Meiniang was the most seriously injured; the black marks on her wrists were approaching her heart.

With the protection of thunder energy, Sikong Ji's aura remained relatively stable.

The injuries to Cang Wuyue and Luo Xiaoman have not worsened for the time being.

He must take one out first.

However, if the black thread gets entangled in Hua Meiniang's soul and drags her body, Mengjing will immediately turn on her.

If Qin Moruo wanted to take her away, the Qiankun Transformation Furnace would have to protect both of them at the same time.

A throbbing pain came from deep within his dantian, and the furnace light dimmed slightly.

Luo Hongyao looked up at him, her voice tense: "Can you protect her?"

Qin Mo did not answer.

He reached out and grabbed Hua Meiniang's shoulder.

The body beneath his palm was terribly cold, and his heart was only beating faintly.

The black water had already reached above my ankles.

The tapping at the bottom of the well grew faster and faster, and the breathing of the sleeping cultivators around them could barely be heard in unison.

Luo Zhengnan pulled out the green flag and placed it in the deepest part of the Blackwater.

The flag had barely been unfurled when it was bent by the force of the water.

"hurry up."

Qin Mo gritted his teeth and channeled the Five Elements Qi into Hua Meiniang's back.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace was operating at full power, its light penetrating her meridians to protect her soul from being torn apart.

He bent down and hoisted Hua Meiniang onto his shoulder.

The black line is taut at the same time.

Hua Meiniang's body twitched against his shoulder, and blood quickly seeped from her chest.

Qin Mo supported her knees with one hand, gripped the ancient broken sword tightly with the other, and stepped out of the formation.