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

Xiao Qinghuang hovered outside the sword domain, pointing her sword tip downwards.

"This sword domain can trap your dantian; everything on you will be mine sooner or later."

Qin Mo didn't reply, and his shoulders slumped back.

The five elements of qi and blood resisted the sword lines, but those sword patterns would change position on their own. As soon as they were pushed open by an inch, another one would stick up.

Tiny bloodstains quickly appeared on the skin, and the luster of the jade pattern thinned.

We can't delay any longer.

The Qiankun Dharma Eye could not completely penetrate the sword domain, but it still managed to capture a few nodes at the edge.

At the intersection of the thirty-six sword patterns, a ball of spiritual energy repeatedly contracted and expanded.

That was the thinnest part of the sword domain, a full ten feet away from him.

At a distance of ten zhang, given his current energy expenditure, by the time he gets there, his golden body will probably have already been worn down.

Qin Mo flicked his finger, and the storage ring spun around in the white light.

A bluish-black bead fell into the palm of the hand.

The pearl contains the dragon-shaped soul light from the Thunder Rock Puppet.

In order to subdue the Thunder King, he had not touched this remnant soul.

Now that the stove has been sealed off, it's the only thing left that's usable.

He clenched his fingers, pouring all the blood and energy in his body into the bead.

The pearl felt cool at first, then burned so hot that my palms went numb.

Fine cracks crept up the dark blue-green shell, and a muffled thunderous sound emanated from within.

When the second clap of thunder sounded, the bead split open on its own.

A tattered dragon shadow emerged from it, crackling with purplish-black lightning, and hovered above Qin Mo's head.

The dragon shadow was only seven zhang long, its body was missing half, but its single horn was still intact.

Ignoring Qin Mo, it rushed towards the top of the Sword Domain as soon as it left the Soul Pearl.

Qin Mo raised his arm, which was marked with blood from the sword's edge, and uttered two words:

"Break it open."

The thunder dragon turned back beneath the white sword curtain, its head slamming violently into the edge of the sword domain.

The entire sword domain trembled.

Xiao Qinghuang raised the Primordial Returning Origin Sword in her hand, and countless sword patterns wrapped around the thunder dragon.

The remnant soul was cut open in several places, and lightning scattered in all directions.

The thunder dragon let out a sharp hiss and turned to crash into something again.

As the second impact struck, a thin crack appeared at the point where the thirty-six sword patterns intersected.

Xiao Qinghuang tightened her five fingers, and the sword patterns immediately wrapped around the dragon's body, while the white light twisted inward along the remnant soul.

"A mere remnant soul dares to touch my sword domain?"

She raised her hand and pressed down, and the Thunder Dragon's body rapidly shrank.

The dark blue soul bead in Qin Mo's palm was also covered with cracks and could shatter at any moment.

The stone surface beneath Qin Mo's feet was slashed with dense grooves by the sword energy.

This is the moment he's been waiting for.

He channeled the five elements of Qi into his legs and rushed out along the edge of the sword domain.

The slit in the sword was only half a person's width wide.

Qin Mo turned to the side, his left shoulder was sliced ​​open, and his sternum grazed by the sword light, with three pieces of the Five Elements Jade Pattern shattering in succession.

He didn't stop; his right fist was already slamming towards the figure outside the gap.

Just as Xiao Qinghuang had shattered the thunder dragon, a fist appeared in front of her.

She tried to block with her sword, but the blade only blocked half an inch before the fist landed on her right shoulder.

The sound of bones cracking echoed throughout the mountainside.

Xiao Qinghuang's shoulders slumped, and her body flew sideways for more than ten feet.

She stopped abruptly, her throat moved, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

The Formless Sword Domain lost control, and large patches of white sword patterns on its edges fell off.

Qin Mo stepped onto a floating rock to steady himself.

The five elements of Qi and blood were surging wildly within his body; that punch had almost drained him of his strength.

But the seven flying swords in his dantian began to sing again.

One sound after another, vibrating incessantly through flesh and blood.

Xiao Qinghuang looked up at his chest.

She could no longer lift her right shoulder, her sleeve was soaked in blood, and the seven sword cries continued to emanate from Qin Mo's body.

She didn't come any closer, and slowly loosened her grip on the sword hilt.

"I'll leave the Seven Swords with you for now."

She stared at Qin Mo, her voice a little hoarse.

"I'll come back to collect it after I've recovered from my injury."

The Primordial Sword flew out of his hand.

As soon as Qin Mo's Heaven and Earth Eyes captured the sword path, the sword patterns beneath his feet tightened simultaneously.

The white sword didn't come from the front; its light grazed the right side of the mountain wall, bypassing the fist's edge, and went straight for his chest.

Qin Mo tried to turn to the side, but his left foot was entangled by the last few sword lines.

He raised his fist to block in front of him, the tip of the sword already piercing his left chest.

The sword pierced through his chest, and a section of white light peeked out from behind him.

The formidable Five Elements Golden Body was pierced by the Primordial Sword Qi, and a large portion of the jade patterns below the sternum were extinguished.

Qin Mo's breath hitched for a second.

Immediately afterwards, the sword energy rushed into his body.

The internal organs were numbed by the shock, and the blood and qi almost scattered on the spot.

His body swayed in mid-air, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace finally broke free from that layer of white light.

As soon as the furnace body started to turn, the five elements of Yang fire surged from the dantian to the chest.

The flames quickly receded along the wound, forcefully suppressing the chaotic Primordial Sword Qi near the sternum.

The edges of the wound began to close, but only the outermost layer was sealed.

The sword energy remained stuck in the bone crevice, vibrating continuously.

The Primordial Sword transformed into white light, was drawn from Qin Mo's chest, and flew back into Xiao Qinghuang's hand.

Once the wound was no longer restrained by the sword, blood immediately gushed out.

Qin Mo crashed to the ground from mid-air, his back shattering a patch of charred rock, sending stone fragments flying everywhere.

Blood flowed down his clothes, staining a large area of ​​rocks at his feet.

He knelt on one knee, his five fingers digging into the gravel.

He tried to stand up, but his legs were numb from the impact of the sword intent.

The newly formed Five Elements Jade Patterns dimmed again. The Qi of Heaven and Earth in the furnace was only enough to maintain the Yang Fire, and it could not spare any power to repair the Golden Body for the time being.

High in the sky, Xiao Qinghuang retracted her sword domain.

She covered her right shoulder with one hand, her body already much lowered.

The Primordial Sword carried her away into the distance, the blood droplets falling along the way were scattered by the wind.

Hua Meiniang, supporting herself against the broken stone pillar, saw Qin Mo fall to the ground and turned to chase after him.

Cang Wuyue reached out and grabbed her, but Hua Meiniang only paused for a moment before shaking off his hand.

Sikong Ji was faster than them.

She burst out from behind the collapsed stone wall, her purple lightning longbow dragging across the ground, its blade scraping out a string of sparks.

The newly formed nascent soul was still surging wildly within her body. She staggered slightly, but still ran towards Qin Mo.

Qin Mo looked up and saw a figure in purple leaping over the rubble.

With each movement of his chest, the sword energy pierced into his bones.

He wanted to remind Sikong Ji to stop, but only blood and foam welled up in his throat.

Sikong Ji had already rushed three zhang away.

Just as she reached out to support Qin Mo, the smoke and dust behind the right-hand mountain wall suddenly parted to both sides.

A hand covered in black armor emerged from within, its five fingers gripping the shattered stone wall.

The gray-robed war puppet stepped out over the collapsed rocks, and the black copper clasp on its chest lit up, from which a familiar voice came out.

"Xiao Qinghuang didn't kill you, which saves me the trouble."

Xiao Tianci used the battle puppet to raise his arm, and black killing light condensed into a sharp cone in his palm, pressing down on Qin Mo and Sikong Ji at the same time.

When the black, sharp light pressed down in front of him, Sikong Ji moved first.

She dragged her still unstable nascent soul and held up the Purple Lightning Longbow.

Lightning bolts danced along the bow, and with a twang of the bowstring, a purple lightning arrow shot out.

The two forces collided.

Sikong Ji felt a weight on his shoulders, and the stone ground beneath his feet cracked.

She gritted her teeth and remained standing in front of Qin Mo.

"Everyone, step back."

Sikong Ji pushed the bow forward another half a foot.

Hua Meiniang raised her hand, and crimson spiritual light wrapped around the black sharp light.

Her newly repaired tendons split open again, and blood immediately seeped from the wound on her wrist.