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

The thunderclouds outside pressed lower and lower, and hundreds of bolts of lightning gathered above the mountainside.

Sikong Liechuan looked up, his forehead beaded with cold sweat.

If this drags on any longer, Sikong Ji will be about to reach the Nascent Soul stage.

He gripped the Thunder Blade tightly and roared at Sikong Henian, "Elder, forget about the damage to the Thunder Vein! Kill Chu Wuming first!"

Sikong Henian's right eye is red.

Qin Mo can absorb lightning power, so ordinary lightning techniques cannot harm him at all.

If you want to kill someone, you have to lure out all the Thunder Essence that has been stored up in the base for many years.

Sikong Henian raised his intact left hand and pressed the clan elder token against his chest.

The twelve array nodes vibrated simultaneously.

A large amount of lightning energy passed through the stone wall and rapidly compressed above the token.

The electric light gathered more and more, eventually condensing into a three-foot-long purple lightning bolt.

As soon as the Thunder Shuttle took shape, dozens of cracks appeared in the surrounding stone walls.

Sikong Liechuan dragged his severed wrist back two steps, a look of joy in his eyes.

This is the Nine Heavens Thunder Shuttle.

Only the clan elder's token can activate this technique.

If hit, even a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator will lose half their life.

Sikong Henian's face tightened, and he pushed forward with his left hand.

"Let's see how much more you can swallow!"

The purple lightning shuttle shot out.

The array patterns along the way went out one after another, and even the stone corridor was torn open with a long trench.

Lei Suo did not stab Qin Mo in the chest, but went straight for his dantian.

Qin Mo stood still, and the Five Elements Thunder Pattern on his right arm tightened rapidly.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace is devouring the surrounding lightning energy.

However, the power within the Nine Heavens Thunder Shuttle was too tightly compressed, and it would take time to collect it all into the furnace.

Raishoku was right behind him, and he couldn't avoid it.

Qin Mo sheathed the ancient broken sword and stepped into the rubble with his right foot.

All five elements of Qi and blood surged into the fist.

When Lei Suo came in front of him, he threw a punch.

The fist and the tip of the shuttle collided.

boom!

A burst of purple light illuminated the entire stone corridor.

Sikong Liechuan hurriedly lay down, but the stone pillar behind him was shattered by the impact.

Large shards of rock flew overhead, leaving several bloody gashes on his back.

Qin Mo's fist was still pointing forward.

The Nine Heavens Thunder Shuttle began to crack from its tip.

The accumulated lightning energy inside lost control and rushed back along the original path of the array patterns.

Sikong Henian's expression changed drastically.

The clan elder's token was still in his hand.

The force of the recoil was entirely drawn to the right arm by the token, causing the skin and flesh to tear open on the spot.

He tried to let go, but his fingers were locked by electric light.

The next moment, the sound of bones breaking rang out.

Sikong Henian's right arm broke backward, and the broken bone pierced through his sleeve.

The token flew out of his hand and crashed into the stone wall.

He staggered back several steps, his back slamming against the stone door of the Thunder Chamber. He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and the blood he spat out flowed down his clothes.

Sikong Liechuan's face turned pale.

The Nine Heavens Thunder Shuttle was shattered by a single punch.

What kind of body-refining technique did Chu Wuming practice?

Qin Mo shook off the electricity from his fist and took a step forward.

Sikong Henian immediately grabbed the formation-breaking cone and held it in front of him.

The severed arm hung down at his side, the fingertips still twitching.

Sikong Liechuan glanced at the Thunder Chamber, then looked out of the stone corridor.

Footsteps could be heard in the distance.

There is not much time left for them.

He suddenly picked up the white jade bottle from the ground and threw it at Qin Mo's feet.

The lingering fragrance of the Myriad Fragrances from the bottle wafted out.

Sikong Liechuan shouted at the top of his lungs, "Help! Chu Wuming is trying to kill Sikong Ji!"

The sound traveled along the mountainside.

Lights were quickly turned on in the outer courtyard.

The disciples of the Sikong clan who had been lying on the ground also woke up.

They first swallowed the pills, then charged towards the Thunder Chamber with their weapons.

Qin Mo's gaze stopped.

These people woke up too quickly.

The fragrance of Xuan Yin He Huan can seal the spiritual sea.

Without an antidote, it will take at least an hour to recover.

But in just a short while, someone outside was already able to circulate their true energy.

What's even stranger is that the first few people to arrive showed no signs of poisoning.

Their breathing was steady, and they still smelled of the bitter antidote.

Qin Mo scanned the faces of these people.

Someone delivered the antidote to them in advance.

Sikong Liechuan also had helpers.

A dozen or so cultivators from the Sikong clan rushed into the stone corridor, but stopped in their tracks upon seeing the scene before them.

The minefield was mostly destroyed.

Sikong Henian lost an arm, and Sikong Liechuan was covered in blood.

Qin Mo stood in front of the Thunder Chamber, with a white jade bottle that had contained sleeping potion rolling at his feet.

Sikong Liechuan clutched his chest, the blood still on his face.

He pointed at Qin Mo, gritting his teeth as he shouted, "This man released a sleeping potion, poisoning the guards at the camp, and then tried to break into the Thunder Chamber!"

Several tribesmen immediately drew their weapons.

The middle-aged cultivator at the head of the group looked at Sikong Henian.

He hadn't figured out the situation yet and didn't dare to act immediately.

Sikong Henian, supporting his severed arm, took a couple of breaths.

"Liechuan discovered it early and brought me here to stop it. After being caught, this thief tried to kill us to silence us."

This statement drew everyone's attention to Qin Mo.

Qin Mo glanced at the jade bottle at his feet, then looked at the clansmen who had taken the antidote in advance.

"You guys are pretty quick at making this up."

Qin Mo spoke calmly.

Sikong Liechuan was getting anxious.

He dared not let Qin Mo continue speaking, and was even more afraid that someone would go and inspect the black array nails.

He straightened up, leaning against the wall, and blurted out, "Chu Wuming has cultivated the Devouring Spirit Evil Technique! When the lightning array struck him just now, he absorbed all the lightning power!"

A gasp of surprise immediately rang out from the surrounding crowd.

Several members of the tribe instinctively took a half step back.

Devouring the spiritual power of others is considered an evil cultivation practice in the Eastern Continent.

If it gets involved in seizing spiritual roots again, no one will dare to let it go easily.

Seeing that everyone was reacting, Sikong Liechuan immediately pointed to the Thunder Chamber.

"His act of protecting Sikong Ji was a pretense; his real intention was to steal her top-grade lightning spiritual root!"

A young disciple gripped the thunder spear tightly.

Why did he wait until now?

Sikong Liechuan's eyes flickered.

"After the core is shattered, the entire essence of the spirit will be revealed. Now is the best opportunity to strike!"

This argument has many flaws.

The scene outside the Kremlin was very unfavorable for Qin Mo.

The intoxicating fragrance was right at his feet.

Two elders of the clan were also seriously injured.

Qin Mo's body still had undissipated lightning patterns, which could indeed absorb lightning energy.

More and more members of the Sikong clan arrived.

Some people blocked the exit, some guarded the stone corridors on both sides, and others took out lightning nets and aimed them at Qin Mo's head.

Hua Meiniang and Cang Wuyue live in the outer courtyard and have not yet arrived.

Qin Mo stood alone in front of the Thunder Chamber door.

If he were to commit murder, it would confirm Sikong Liechuan's accusations.

But if he moves aside, Sikong Henian could destroy the Thunder Chamber at any time with the Formation-Breaking Cone.

Qin Mo gripped the broken sword, without retreating.

When Sikong Liechuan saw that he was surrounded by his clansmen, he straightened his back.

He wiped the blood from his mouth and pointed at Qin Mo, giving the order.

"This person intends to harm our clan's prodigy. First, cripple his dantian, then search his storage ring!"

More than a dozen magical artifacts lit up at the same time.

Just as the two sides were about to make their move, a muffled clap of thunder came from above the thunder chamber.

The stone wall cracked.

The thunderclouds that had been gathering in the high sky for a long time spun rapidly, and countless bolts of lightning converged towards the center.

A moment later, a purple lightning flower fell from the clouds.

The lightning bolt pierced through the mountain wall and stopped above the lightning chamber.

Behind the tightly closed stone door, a completely new aura slowly rose.

Sikong Ji's golden elixir shattered.

Qin Mo raised the broken sword.

At this moment, the members of the Sikong clan from all sides pressed forward.