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

The sword formation descended.

Dozens of sword lights collided with the five elements of blood and qi, and a dense sound of metal clashing echoed in the valley.

Qin Mo's shoulder was slashed open by the sword energy, and the wound on his chest reopened, with blood quickly soaking through his clothes.

Immediately afterwards, the war golem's breastplate bounced outwards.

Nine black holes simultaneously aimed at Qin Mo, and the armor-piercing needles shot out with a sharp whooshing sound, their tips heading straight for his dantian and heart.

Seeing this, Qin Mo did not retreat. He raised his left arm, and five-colored blood and qi condensed into a protective barrier.

The armor-piercing needles struck the protective barrier and were knocked off one after another.

The last three arrows pierced through the blockage of his qi and blood, grazed his ribs, and embedded themselves in the mountain wall behind him.

Qin Mo seized the moment and rushed towards the battle puppet, his body brushing against the sword light.

The war puppet raised its sword and slashed horizontally. Qin Mo turned his head to avoid the narrow sword, grabbed its left arm with his right hand, and pressed down on its other arm with his left hand at the same time.

Tighten your fingers.

The black armor surface immediately developed dents.

The war puppet exerted force with both arms, and its spirit iron frame emitted a dull thud.

The nascent soul within the copper buckle continuously activated the sword formation, and the triple sword light pressed down on Qin Mo once again.

Blood dripped from Qin Mo's chest down his chin.

He stared at the war puppet's face, and the five-colored light patterns on his arms lit up simultaneously.

"You want to trap me with a sword formation?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled his arms outward.

The two black-armored arms detached from the torso on the spot, revealing neat patterns of spirit iron at the break.

The war puppet lost both arms, and the bronze clasp on its chest flashed continuously, causing the triple sword formation to become disordered.

Qin Mo raised his leg and kicked the battle puppet squarely in the chest.

The war puppet flew backward, smashing a huge rock.

After landing, it did not linger; it rolled up its gray robe, turned around, and rushed out of the valley.

It is very fast.

But Qin Mo was faster.

His feet touched the ground, and the rocks collapsed downwards.

He channeled the five elements of qi and blood into his legs, and his body covered a distance of more than ten zhang, directly catching up with the battle puppet.

The war puppet sensed Qin Mo's approach and two short blades popped out from its shoulder, aiming to stab Qin Mo's throat.

Qin Mo tilted his head to avoid the short blade and gripped the back of the battle puppet with his five fingers.

This time, he didn't give the other party a chance to struggle.

With a downward press of his right hand, the war puppet's legs were severed at the knees.

Qin Mo seized the two broken legs and flung them away.

The black iron body crashed into the hillside, creating two deep craters.

Hua Meiniang stood behind, leaning against a stone pillar, blood still dripping from her fingertips.

She looked at the broken iron on the ground, her throat moved, but she didn't make a sound.

Cang Wuyue shielded Luo Xiaoman behind her, and slowly lowered the Azure Dragon Soldier Seal in her hand.

Sikong Ji clutched her left shoulder, and a flash of purple lightning appeared twice in her eyes.

Just as she was about to draw her bow, Qin Mo had already walked up to the battle puppet.

"Don't move."

Qin Mo raised his hand to block the crowd, his palm landing on the battle puppet's chest.

The war puppet was reduced to half a body, but the bronze buckle was still shining.

Xiao Tianci's voice came from inside, his tone already hoarse.

"Chu Wuming, if you dare to destroy the Xiao family's Divine Soul Battle Puppet, the Xiao family will definitely refine you into a Soul Slave."

Qin Mo gripped the edge of the copper buckle with his five fingers and pulled it outwards.

The brass buckle has come off.

The war puppet's chest cavity was no longer concealed, and its internal structure was fully exposed.

The outermost layer is made of high-grade spirit iron, and inside is a piece of jade-colored bone, with a nascent soul's divine sense sealed in the center of the bone.

The divine thought kept crashing against the jade bone, trying to break free.

Qin Mo's Heaven and Earth Divine Eye swept over the jade bone and saw the dense array of divine imprints within it.

"Divided Spirit Jade Bone"

Qin Mo glanced down at it, then dug out the jade bone along with the spirit iron core.

The war puppet's chest cavity was completely empty.

Only one iron head remained, rolling on the ground.

Several cracks appeared on the black iron mask, and Xiao Tianci's voice continued to come from inside: "What you take now will have to be returned to the Xiao family sooner or later. When I catch you, I will first cripple your cultivation, and then make you kneel to be tortured."

Qin Mo bent down and picked up the head.

The five fingers landed on both sides of the iron surface, and the knuckles slowly tightened.

"You talk too much."

The divine sense within the war puppet's head vibrated violently, and the sound became intermittent after the copper clasp detached.

"You dare touch me? My true form is in Xuantian City, and the Xiao family has a Nascent Soul ancestor overseeing things. If you kill me, the entire Yunyu Palace will be buried with you!"

Qin Mo did not respond further.

He twisted his wrist, and the crack in the iron surface widened rapidly.

The jade-colored bone fragments emerged from the skull, and the divine consciousness within began to dissipate outwards.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace began to rotate in the dantian.

With a suction from a distance, the escaped divine sense was forcibly drawn into the furnace.

The black copper buckle lost its luster, and the war puppet's head fell silent.

Qin Mo gripped the iron head and walked towards the outside of the Sikong clan's residence.

The abandoned drainage ditch for discharging ghost water is located at the foot of the mountain.

The Sikong clan no longer uses that place to discharge ghost water, and the bottom of the ditch still retains the black, filthy liquid that has accumulated over the years, which is extremely corrosive.

Even a minor touch from a Golden Core cultivator would require a significant expenditure of true essence to resist.

Sikong Ji watched him walk to the edge of the ditch, and his brow twitched slightly.

"Are you going to throw it in?"

Qin Mo raised his arm.

"It's an eyesore to keep it."

Iron Head swept through the air and fell into the depths of the ditch.

The murky, dark liquid washed over the iron surface, and a faint, corrosive sound immediately rang out.

The outer layer of black iron quickly turned red, cracks spread along the face, and the remaining divine thoughts inside emitted a piercing hiss.

Qin Mo stood by the ditch, watching the head sink little by little.

"Xiao Tianci, remember this place."

The dark water churned a few times, and Tie Tou was completely submerged at the bottom of the ditch.

Hua Meiniang walked slowly over, stared at the ditch for a moment, and then raised her hand to wipe the blood from her mouth.

"He will send more people."

"Then let's continue dismantling."

Qin Mo turned around, the sword wound in his chest still bleeding.

The Qiankun Furnace exhaled a wisp of Qiankun Qi, and the Five Elements Yang Fire covered the wound, temporarily suppressing the remaining Primordial Sword Qi.

He looked down at the jade bone and spirit iron core in his palm.

The divine imprint on the jade bone had been mostly worn away by the furnace fire, while a long-distance communication array was engraved inside the spirit iron core.

The array patterns lead to the direction of Xuantian City.

Qin Mo's gaze fell on the array pattern.

"Put it away first."

He sent the jade bone and core into the transformation furnace space, and led everyone away from the Nether Abyss.

Xuantian City, the Xiao family's secret chamber.

Xiao Tianci sat cross-legged on the black jade platform, with a soul lamp placed in front of him.

The flame of the soul lamp suddenly went out.

His chest tightened, his Adam's apple bobbed, and blood gushed from the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Tianci raised his hand to cover his mouth, and his fingers were quickly stained red.

The pain of having his divine consciousness severed continued.

He looked down at the bloodstains on his palm, and slowly clenched his fist.

He pressed the black jade stand, causing several cracks to appear. The teacup next to it fell to the ground, and the shards slid down the steps.

"Chu Wuming".

Footsteps came from outside the door.

A guard from the Xiao family stood by the door, bowing and waiting.

Xiao Tianci wiped the blood from his mouth and said in a very low voice, "Go and call Xiao Wu'e here."

The guards withdrew immediately.

A moment later, a young man's voice came from outside the secret room.

Xiao Tianci raised his eyes, his chest still heaving.

"Tell him to prepare to enter the ancient ruins immediately."

The area outside the door became quiet.

Xiao Tianci stared at the extinguished soul lamp, his nails digging into his palm.

"This time, have him bring Chu Wuming back for me."