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

The nine lightning pillars completely merged together.

Purple light pressed down from all around the mountains, and the stone buildings in the outer courtyard began to crack one after another.

A lightning seal appeared on the bodies of all the foreign cultivators.

Hua Meiniang's wrist went numb, and the blood whip almost slipped from her hand.

Cang Wuyue immediately activated the Ancestral Master's Decree.

But as soon as the token lit up, it was suppressed by the lightning above.

The Beast Soul Jade in Luo Xiaoman's arms vibrated continuously.

Several beast souls lay on the ground, unable to even lift their heads.

Qin Mo glanced at them and stepped out of the stone corridor.

He walked all the way to the center of the camp before stopping.

From here onwards lies the Thunder Chamber, where Sikong Ji secluded himself in seclusion.

For the Nine Luminaries Thunder Prison Formation to harm Sikong Ji, it must first get past Qin Mo.

Hua Meiniang gripped her long whip tightly.

"Come back, we'll get through this together."

Qin Mo waved his hand.

"Keep an eye on the mine room and don't let anyone in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the five elements of Qi and blood in his body began to circulate rapidly.

The lightning patterns on his arms became clearer, and the Qiankun Furnace emitted a strong suction force.

Sikong Henian was helped to the edge of the battle platform.

His severed arm had been wrapped with a bandage, and his left eye was still swollen.

Seeing Qin Mo walk into the center of the formation, the anger on his face subsided.

Once the Nine Luminaries Thunder Prison Formation locks onto a target, the thunderous punishment will never cease unless the formation plate stops.

Qin Mo is just coming here to die.

Sikong Liechuan dragged his heavily injured body up the battle platform, having already removed the black lightning token from his waist.

Sikong Wendao controlled nine outer formations.

The Thunder Token in Sikong Liechuan's hand can activate the main formation and summon down the true Heavenly Thunder from the Nine Heavens.

Sikong Henian stared at Qin Mo.

"Liechuan, activate the main formation and shatter his dantian first."

Sikong Liechuan's hands were still trembling.

He endured the excruciating pain of his severed wrist and pressed the blood onto Lei Ling's wrist.

The first array pattern lit up.

Immediately afterwards, all nine lightning pillars vibrated simultaneously.

A large amount of lightning energy shot into the sky and surged into the swirling thundercloud.

Qin Mo did not look at the array platform.

He glanced back at the Thunder Chamber.

Sikong Ji's nascent soul is condensing.

The purple lightning flower had already sunk into her body, and the aura within the lightning chamber grew stronger with each breath.

As long as the Thunder Chamber remains intact, she can continue to form her Nascent Soul.

Seeing that Qin Mo was distracted, Sikong Henian immediately grabbed the formation-breaking cone.

He prepared to bypass the center of the formation and rush into the stone corridor from the side.

The stone slab beneath Qin Mo's feet suddenly shattered.

The next moment, he appeared in front of Sikong Henian.

Sikong Henian's face tightened, and just as he was about to raise the array-breaking cone, Qin Mo's foot had already kicked him in the abdomen.

boom!

Sikong Henian left the battle platform and crashed into the crowd behind him.

Several disciples of the Sikong clan were unable to dodge in time and were all knocked to the ground.

The Reibu band wrapped around his severed arm broke off again.

Blood trickled down his elbow, and he lay on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

The faces of the Sikong clan members around them all changed.

Even if Sikong Henian made a mistake, he was still an elder of the Sikong clan.

Qin Mo kicked him away in front of the entire clan, and that kick landed on more than just Sikong Henian's face.

Dozens of magical artifacts lit up again.

Sikong Liechuan's eyes turned red.

"What are we waiting for! Let's unleash our attacks and blast him to smithereens!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the clansmen who had been somewhat hesitant poured their true essence into the array patterns.

Sikong Wendao pressed his hands on the array plate.

The power released by the nine lightning pillars was all pressed into the main formation.

The mountainside above the camp collapsed in large areas, and continuous rumbling sounds came from the clouds.

Qin Mo returned to the center of the formation.

He neither drew his sword nor activated his magical artifact.

The ancient broken sword was stuck in front of the Thunder Chamber door, its blade blocking the remaining power of the formation.

Qin Mo stood alone in front, protecting Lei Shi behind him.

Cang Wuyue saw through his plan, and the color drained from her face.

"He will use his physical body to withstand the heavenly lightning."

Hua Meiniang's fingertips tightened.

She tried to rush over, but her feet were locked by the array patterns.

The newly repaired meridians were subjected to the pressure of lightning, causing a stinging pain once again.

Luo Xiaoman released two beast souls.

As soon as the beast soul rushed into the center of the formation, the soul light on its body was scattered by the thunderous power.

On the battle platform, Sikong Liechuan finally pressed the thunder command.

It paused for a moment high in the air.

The next moment, the entire mountain range turned purple.

A bolt of lightning, several meters thick, pierced through the clouds and headed straight for Qin Mo's head.

Before the thunder had even fully reached its zenith, the roof tiles inside the camp had already been shattered.

Qin Mo raised his head, the Five Elements Thunder Pattern receded into his flesh, and the Qiankun Transformation Furnace opened its mouth completely.

As lightning struck, Qin Mo's body was instantly enveloped in purple light.

The ground inside the mountain was then blown open.

The debris and mud shot up hundreds of feet high, and several stone buildings in the vicinity were shaken and collapsed inward.

The violent arcs of electricity shot along the ground in all directions, leaving only scorched ravines in their wake.

The three of them, including Hua Meiniang, were pushed back by the aftershocks.

Cang Wuyue held the Ancestral Master's Token in front of him, but was still forced to kneel on one knee by the shock.

She didn't bother wiping the blood from her mouth, and looked up to find Qin Mo.

The core of the formation has disappeared.

All that remained was a large crater, tens of feet deep.

The pit walls were covered with scorch marks, and the soil had been burned by the high temperature.

Lightning still crackled at the bottom of the pit, making it impossible to see Qin Mo's figure.

Hua Meiniang paused for a moment.

She took two steps forward, gripping the blood whip, but her fingers were trembling.

Luo Xiaoman hugged the Beast Soul Jade tightly, her face drained of color.

"Brother Qin won't die."

Cang Wuyue did not respond.

The power of that lightning bolt just now exceeded the limit of the Golden Core stage.

Even if a Nascent Soul cultivator were to take the hit head-on, their physical body would still suffer severe damage.

No matter how strong Qin Mo is, he is ultimately only at the mid-stage of the Five Elements Golden Body.

The members of the Sikong clan on the platform were also staring at the deep pit.

Someone was holding a thunder spear, and his Adam's apple bobbed several times.

The young disciples who had been shouting just moments before all fell silent.

They watched with their own eyes as Qin Mo stood in front of the Thunder Chamber.

From beginning to end, Qin Mo did not direct the lightning punishment to any other place.

Sikong Liechuan, however, had no time to worry about any of that.

The first bolt of lightning drained nearly 20% of the lightning energy from the base.

If Qin Mo is already dead, the battle must be stopped immediately to avoid further damage to the Thunder Vein.

But when he thought of the Thunder-Swallowing Treasure on Qin Mo's body, he was unwilling to give up.

Sikong Liechuan gritted his teeth and raised the thunder talisman again.

"Continue with the formation, and split the bottom of the pit too!"

Sikong Wendao hesitated.

The second lightning pattern on the array plate had already lit up, but his hand, which was pressed on the array plate, did not fall for a long time.

Sikong Henian propped himself up on the ground and sat up.

"Smash! I need to see him alive or dead!"

The lightning bolt began to rotate again.

Hua Meiniang dragged her injured meridians toward the deep pit.

She had just reached the edge of the pit when she suddenly heard the sound of loose stones rolling beneath her feet.

All eyes turned to him at the same time.

A charred hand emerged from the pit, its five fingers gripping the edge.

Then came the other hand.

Qin Mo gripped the cracked stone layer and slowly climbed up.

His upper body clothes were burned off, and large pieces of charred skin were still hanging on his shoulders and back.

With each step, a piece of the charred crust would peel off.

Five-colored lightning patterns are rapidly spreading across the newly formed skin.

The barrier of the mid-level Golden Body has cracked.

Qin Mo exhaled a breath of hot air crackling with electricity and raised his hand to brush off the charred ash from his shoulder.

He looked at the array platform, and the corners of his eyes curved into a smile.

"This amount of lightning is just enough for a warm-up. Hurry up with the second one."

Sikong Liechuan's hand froze on the thunder token.

Around the array platform, several members of the Sikong clan quietly withdrew their true energy.