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

All five Xiao clan cultivators stopped in their tracks.

They were still holding their ritual implements, but their fingers were trembling.

Xiao Chengyue's punch just now could even collapse a mountain wall.

But after Chu Wuming was hit, only his clothes were torn; his skin wasn't even injured.

Now, Xiao Chengyue, who had reached the Golden Core stage, was slapped away again.

Behind the stone pillar, Luo Xiaoman opened her mouth, then quickly raised her hand to cover it.

Cang Wuyue supported her shoulder, the short sword hanging at her side, blood from her palm flowing down the hilt.

Sikong Ji remained silent.

She stared at the direction where Xiao Chengyue had fallen, and slowly released the bowstring.

The purple lightning flashed a few times on the bow arm before retracting into the body.

A muffled thud came from the pile of rubble.

Xiao Chengyue pushed himself up from the ground, a few pieces of blood foam falling from his mouth.

He raised his hand and touched his face, his fingertips stained red, and his eyelids twitched a few times.

Qin Mo stood in front of the stone steps, without even moving a step.

Xiao Chengyue looked at him, his shoulders slowly lifting.

Golden true essence surged out from his body, suppressing the surrounding spiritual energy, and the broken stone pillar was shaken violently.

"You forced me to do it."

He raised his arm, his five fingers clenched tightly.

The Xiao Clan's Secret Technique: Golden Armor Battle Body.

Golden bone fragments emerged from beneath his skin and spread rapidly along his arms, chest, and back.

The bone fragments snapped together and instantly solidified into a thick layer of armor.

Xiao Chengyue's face was also covered with a layer of golden bone, leaving only his eyes exposed.

The next moment, dozens of golden blades sprang out from the armor.

The blades did not shoot out immediately; they all hovered in front of Xiao Chengyue.

Each blade was compressed with the true essence of metal, and its edge cut through the air, producing a sharp friction sound.

The five Xiao clan cultivators immediately retreated to both sides.

Xiao Chengyue raised his hand and waved it, sending dozens of sharp blades rushing towards Qin Mo at the same time.

Golden light shimmered on the path to heaven, and deep grooves were carved into the stone steps.

The space in front of him trembled continuously, and the path behind Qin Mo was blocked by sharp blades.

Qin Mo raised his right hand.

He extended only one index finger, and the five elements of Qi and blood flowed down his arm to his fingertip.

The dark golden light pressed down on the knuckles, then gently touched the foremost golden blade.

Ding!

The first golden blade broke in half.

The five elements of qi and blood rapidly spread at the cut, and cracks appeared one after another on the blade behind it.

In less than two breaths, all the dozens of golden blades shattered into golden light, fell onto the stone steps, and were scattered by the remaining force.

The golden bones on Xiao Chengyue's body paused for a moment.

Qin Mo was already in front of him.

The first punch landed squarely in his chest.

The golden-armored warrior was struck with a fist-shaped mark, and the bone armor on his chest caved inward.

Xiao Chengyue's body was half a foot off the ground, and he let out a muffled groan.

Qin Mo did not stop.

The second punch landed between his chest and abdomen, and cracks spread from the fist mark to the entire armor.

The metal element true essence within Xiao Chengyue's body surged wildly, several ribs broke on the spot, and his internal organs were impacted by the force of the punch, causing blood to seep from the corners of his eyes and ears.

The third punch followed immediately.

The fist pierced through the shattered golden bones and struck directly into Xiao Chengyue's dantian.

The golden armor exploded completely.

Xiao Chengyue's body arched, and pieces of bone flew out from his back.

Unable to withstand the force of the punch, the golden sea of ​​qi collapsed, and all the internal organs were shattered by the blow.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Qin Mo withdrew his fist, letting Xiao Chengyue kneel on the ground.

The eyes that were exposed outside the golden bones gradually lost their luster, and the palms were still clenching on the stone steps.

A fingernail scratched across the stone surface, leaving a few faint white marks.

"That's all there is to a Golden Core cultivator."

Qin Mo's voice was not loud. He reached out and pressed on Xiao Chengyue's shoulder, pushing him down.

The moment Xiao Chengyue fell, a burst of golden light shot out from between his eyebrows.

A golden pill was wrapped in golden light, and divine thoughts were rapidly circulating inside.

After that wisp of divine thought left the physical body, it immediately flew away into the distance, faster than a Golden Core cultivator's natal flying sword.

Qin Mo did not pursue.

The Qiankun Huasheng Furnace deep within his dantian rotated on its own, and a ring of five-colored light patterns appeared at the furnace opening in the void.

The golden core had just flown more than ten feet away when the surrounding space suddenly tightened.

The golden light hovered in mid-air.

The Qi of Heaven and Earth surged out from the furnace mouth, transforming into an invisible giant hand that dragged the golden pill toward Qin Mo.

The divine sense within the Golden Core was clashing wildly, yet it still couldn't break free.

Qin Mo looked up and saw the five-colored light patterns swirling.

The divine sense within the golden elixir dissipated on the spot.

The golden light lost its struggle and fell into the inner space of the Qiankun Transformation Furnace.

The furnace door closed, and the light patterns once again disappeared into Qin Mo's dantian.

The expressions of the five Xiao clan cultivators all changed.

One of them had just retreated to the edge of the stone steps when his foot suddenly gave way, and the long sword in his hand fell directly to the ground.

The others exchanged glances, not daring to approach even Xiao Chengyue's corpse, and turned to flee.

Qin Mo did not pursue them.

Now we have something more important in our hands.

Among the broken stone pillars, only Xiao Chengyue's corpse lay across the steps.

Blood flowed down the cracks in the stone, staining the bottom few steps red.

Outside the core entrance of the ancient ruins.

Xiao Xuance sat cross-legged on a white jade platform, with several soul tablets hanging in front of him.

One of the pieces suddenly cracked, and the character "Xiao" on the plaque broke in two, with the fragments falling onto the jade platform.

Xiao Xuance's finger stopped.

He looked up at the ninth section, his eyes showing no change.

But the next moment, a divine thought burst forth from his body, crossed the core entrance, passed through the space between the twelve gates, and directly locked onto Qin Mo on the path to heaven.

"Kill my son, kneel down."

The sound did not come from the surroundings.

It directly pressed into Qin Mo's soul.

The stone steps beneath Qin Mo's feet immediately sank downwards.

First the steps behind him, then the steps in front of him, the entire path to heaven began to sink.

The white light was suppressed layer by layer, and large pieces of rubble fell from the mountain wall.

Sikong Ji raised the Purple Lightning Longbow. Just as the lightning gathered on the bowstring, his shoulders were pressed down by an invisible pressure.

She gritted her teeth, the bowstring taut with a soft creak, but she couldn't take a single step.

Cang Wuyue protected Luo Xiaoman, her legs slightly bent.

The wound on his abdomen reopened, and blood seeped through his clothes.

She stubbornly refused to fall, holding the dagger horizontally in front of her.

The five Xiao clan cultivators couldn't withstand the residual force and collapsed onto the stone steps, their foreheads pressed against the ground, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Qin Mo's feet sank into the stone steps.

The Five Elements Golden Body emitted a faint, bone-chilling sound, its shoulders and back pressed down by the divine thought.

The stone steps split open at his feet, the crack extending along the surface of the platform.

His knees were getting closer and closer to the ground.

Qin Mo raised the ancient broken sword, its tip piercing into the stone steps.

The five elements of qi and blood spread along the sword, briefly supporting the sinking body.

The divine power that can be transformed is still increasing.

The veins on Qin Mo's arm bulged, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

His shoulder blades were under immense pressure, his clothes were pressed against his body, and each rise and fall of his chest became difficult.

Just as his knees were about to touch the ground, he suddenly withdrew the ancient broken sword.

Without support, the body continued to sink.

Qin Mo straightened his legs and slowly raised his back.

The sound of cracking came from beneath his feet, but he forced himself to stand up straight again despite the divine power emanating from him.