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

Cang Wuyue grabbed the Azure Dragon Soldier Seal, and a dragon-shaped phantom rushed out of the seal, crashing into the killing light.

Luo Xiaoman hugged the Beast Soul Jade tightly, and the phantom of the Fire Feather Phoenix spread its wings, blocking Qin Mo's right side.

Four people protected him at the same time.

No one called out Qin Mo's name.

In front of outsiders, he was still just Chu Wuming.

Qin Mo stood up, supporting himself with the broken ancient sword; blood was still gushing from the sword wound on his chest.

With each breath, the remaining primordial sword energy seeped into the crevices of his bones.

He raised his hand and pressed it against the wound, and the spaces between his fingers quickly became stained red.

"Keep an eye on them, I'll take care of it."

Qin Mo pushed aside Sikong Ji's bow and took a step forward.

Sikong Ji glanced back at him, his fingers tightening on the bowstring.

"You can't make a move yet."

She had barely finished speaking when a black, sharp light suddenly exploded.

The blood, lightning, and fire were simultaneously dispersed, and the four of them each took a few steps back.

Rock fragments fell from the mountainside.

The war puppet draped in a gray robe stood before the broken wall, its right hand still in a punching stance.

The black brass clasp gleamed, and a man's voice came from inside.

"Chu Wuming, today we will retrieve all seven flying swords that the Xiao family lost."

The sound echoed throughout the valley.

Qin Mo looked up at it, his eyelids twitching slightly.

He had heard that voice countless times.

Xiao Tianci.

The war puppet raised its hand, and a narrow sword emerged from the gaps in its black armor.

The sword had no spirit patterns, but dozens of tiny, cold lights floated around it.

Just as Sikong Ji was about to draw her bow, Qin Mo raised his hand to stop her.

"Don't rush."

Qin Mo's eyes gleamed with golden light.

After the Heaven and Earth Eye was opened, everything in front of him changed.

The gray robe lost its color, and the black armor was no longer intact.

The battle puppet has no flesh and blood, no dantian, only a skeleton made of pieces of high-grade spirit iron.

At the very center, a cluster of nascent soul divine thoughts was hidden.

The divine thought, encased in black iron, was controlling the limbs of the battle puppet through copper buckles.

Qin Mo followed the divine thought and looked down.

A black mark was hidden deep inside the copper buckle.

The mark has no fixed shape; each time it flashes with divine thought, it sends out a wave of energy into the distance.

Qin Mo was very familiar with that fluctuation.

The black mark in the center of the Xuan Yin Burial Valley altar also exudes the same aura.

It turned out to be the case.

The Xiao Tianci before them had simply infused his Nascent Soul divine sense into high-grade spiritual iron, refining it into a Divine Soul Battle Puppet.

His true form never came here.

The trapping formation in the Xuan Yin Burial Valley was not controlled by the battle puppet itself.

Xiao Tianci could control the great formation by activating the mark from a great distance.

"Did you see it clearly?"

The war puppet took a step forward, its narrow sword dragging across the ground.

The rubble was sliced ​​open by the sword's edge, leaving long gashes.

"You stole from the Xiao family and caused so many of their people to die. Today, I will kill you, return the Seven Swords, and restore the Xiao family's reputation."

Qin Mo did not answer.

His gaze fell on the narrow sword.

The sword light was merely an open attack.

Those fine needles that float with the sword energy are the real killing move.

The war puppet twisted its wrist, and the narrow sword slashed down from the right.

Dozens of spirit-piercing needles were concealed within the sword light, forming three layers that sealed Qin Mo's shoulders, waist, and knees.

Each needle carries the power to break through the protective spiritual energy.

If it were an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator, this sword strike would instantly riddle their body with holes.

Qin Mo felt a surge of energy in his feet.

He did not retreat, but instead veered to the left, keeping his body close to the blade.

The first layer of spirit-piercing needles grazed the hem of her clothes and embedded themselves in the stone wall behind her.

The second layer then changes direction.

Qin Mo touched the ground with his toes and shifted his body to the side. The injury to his chest was aggravated, and blood flowed down his clothes again.

Three spirit-piercing needles grazed past his ear, creating a faint whooshing sound.

The last needle was aimed at his dantian.

Qin Mo lowered his waist, braced himself with his left hand on the ground, and slid past the sword light.

All the Spirit-Breaking Needles missed their mark.

The narrow sword struck the ground, its blade energy cutting a deep trench.

Before the battle puppet could retract its sword stance, Qin Mo was already in front of it.

He clenched his fist with all five fingers, and the five elements of Qi and blood flowed into his fist bones.

The newly formed five-colored jade patterns lit up simultaneously, and the residual lightning power within the body was also activated.

Qin Mo didn't give it time to turn around.

The fist struck the war puppet squarely in the face.

boom!

The black iron surface dented on the spot.

The war puppet flew backward, smashing through two stone pillars. Its gray robe tore open in mid-air, and its body crashed heavily into the mountain wall.

The entire mountainside collapsed inward, and dust kept falling from the cracks.

Hua Meiniang looked up at the ruins, her finger hovering in mid-air.

Cang Wuyue gripped the weapon seal, slowly relaxing his shoulders and back.

Luo Xiaoman opened her mouth, and the beast soul jade in her arms almost fell to the ground.

Sikong Ji stared at Qin Mo's fist, his eyes flashing with lightning.

Qin Mo shook his hand.

Something felt off about that punch.

There's something inside the iron surface that's releasing the force.

Sure enough, the stones in the ruins soon began to move.

The war puppet stood up from the rubble, a large dent in its black chest armor, its right arm hanging at its side.

Its body was not bleeding, only a few pieces of iron fell from its shoulder.

The brass buckle is shiny again.

"Your physical body is well-trained."

Xiao Tianci's voice changed, filled with suppressed anger.

"Unfortunately, you're not qualified to hold your head high in front of the Xiao family."

The war puppet raised its hand and touched its face.

Cracks appeared on the iron face that Qin Mo had smashed.

The cracks stretched from the center of the forehead to the jawline, and the outer layer of gray-black material covering the jawline peeled off.

A face was visible inside.

The brow bone, bridge of the nose, and jaw all belong to the same person.

Xiao Tianci.

Hua Meiniang's fingertips trembled slightly.

Cang Wuyue turned her head and glanced at her, then pursed her lips.

Qin Mo activated the Qiankun Dharma Eye again, and golden light passed through that face and fell into the battle puppet's chest cavity.

He saw Xiao Tianci's nascent soul.

That wisp of divine thought had no physical form; it only occupied a part of the battle puppet.

Whenever divine senses touched the copper buckle, the black mark in the Xuan Yin Burial Valley altar would flash.

Qin Mo continued chasing after them.

In the Dharma's eyes, the mountain walls, clouds, and the spiritual energy barrier in the distance gradually dissipated.

The array patterns of the Mysterious Yin Burial Valley emerged, and the black seal in the center of the altar was shrinking bit by bit.

The formation that trapped Su Qingyi and the others didn't need any battle puppets guarding the side.

The battle puppet was merely a punch thrown by Xiao Tianci.

The thing that truly controls the formation has always remained in the Xuan Yin Burial Valley.

Qin Mo withdrew his divine gaze, blood still flowing down his chest.

He looked at the exposed face and clenched his fists again.

"We've found the switch."

He picked up the ancient broken sword and walked towards the war puppet.

As soon as the ancient broken sword was raised, the black copper clasp on the gray-robed war puppet's chest lit up.

The narrow sword slashed across the ground, and a triple sword formation unfolded simultaneously in the valley.

The first layer of sword patterns pressed down on the stone ground, the second layer of sword light sealed off the area above, and the third layer of sword shadows converged from all sides, aiming directly at Qin Mo's hands, feet, and chest.

The golden light in Qin Mo's eyes did not dissipate.

The trajectories of those sword lights gradually became clear under the Qiankun Dharma Eye.

The power of the triple sword formation all originates from the chest of the battle puppet, with the copper buckle being the core of the formation.

He shattered the scorched stone beneath his right foot, and the five elements of qi and blood surged out of his body, with five-colored light patterns shining along his arm all the way to his fist.