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

Xiao Yanshan immediately changed his incantation, and the outer ring of the Nine Phoenix Burning Star Formation closed up, drawing all the fire spiritual energy from the nearby mountains away.

Xiao Duanyue stood on the left side of the array platform. Black command flags fell one after another, and the eight fire pythons raised their heads at the same time, changing the location of the impact.

The gap that Lei Mu had just patched up was smashed open again in the blink of an eye.

Sikong Ji stood before the stone door of the Thunder Chamber, his purple lightning longbow held horizontally in front of him.

Her right arm had been cracked by the lightning, her sleeve was stained with blood, and her face was much paler.

She drew her bow and shot a lightning arrow.

The lightning arrow pierced through the gap and shattered the head of a fire serpent.

Before the scattered flames could even land, they were drawn back into place by the Nine Phoenix Array Plate.

Moments later, the shattered snake head reassembled.

Sikong Ji's fingers stopped on the bowstring.

"They can use this opportunity to make up for their losses."

Hua Meiniang raised her hand to shield herself from the heatwave, leaving red marks on the back of her hand.

She watched the continuously sinking lightning curtain and said in a low voice, "If this continues, Lei Ze won't be able to hold on."

Sikong Ji did not answer.

She glanced back at Lei Shi.

The stone gate remained tightly closed.

Qin Mo had been inside for some time now, and the lightning and fire outside were striking harder and harder each time, but there was no sound coming from inside.

Sikong Ji slowly tightened his grip on the bow.

She had just formed her nascent soul, and her thunderous nascent soul was not yet fully solidified.

If it weren't for the Thunderous Ancient Formation protecting the base, she would have already been forced back by the three Nascent Soul cultivators working together.

But now, the formation is collapsing.

Outside the mountain gate, an ancient thunder pillar split open in the middle.

The cracks crawled down the pillar, and purple lightning kept leaking out from inside.

"retreat!"

A member of the Sikong clan put away the battle flags and ran towards the inner circle.

Once someone takes the lead, others immediately follow.

Several clansmen responsible for maintaining order threw down their magical artifacts and rushed into the depths of Thunder Swamp.

Sikong Ji drew back the bowstring, and lightning grazed the man's feet as it fell, shattering the stone slab on the spot.

She stared at her fleeing tribesmen, the electricity on the back of her hand flickering a few times.

"Return to your positions."

The man froze, glanced back at her, his face pale, but did not move forward.

Sikong Ji sheathed his longbow, turned around, and pressed down on the array's key point behind him.

This key point of the formation is connected to the main vein of Lei Ze and is also the last support of the ancient formation.

She sent all the remaining lightning energy in her body into it.

The Thunder Infant emitted a soft sound, and the newly formed infant-shaped lightning immediately dimmed.

Sikong Ji's shoulders slumped, and the taste of blood welled up in her mouth, which she forcibly swallowed back.

The lightning curtain rose again.

But after only a few breaths, the eight fire pythons pressed down again.

On the northern hillside, Xie Wufeng retrieved the Far-Seeing Talisman.

He looked at the cracked ancient thunder pillar and tapped his finger on the hilt of his sword.

"Sikong Ji can't stop it."

Lei Qianyao's cuffs were still crackling with electricity.

He stared at the center of Raize, his expression gradually turning grim.

"If she leaves the core of the formation, the ancient formation will immediately disintegrate."

Xie Wufeng did not respond.

The outcome of this battle is no longer in doubt.

The three Nascent Soul cultivators used an array to exert strong pressure, and Sikong Ji had just formed his Nascent Soul. Lei Ze's foundation was being burned away little by little.

The cultivators in the distance also saw the outcome.

Some people began to stow away their flying boats, while others retreated behind the mountains.

Some people secretly took out communication jade talismans, preparing to send out the news that Leize was about to be destroyed.

Inside the Thunderous Waste, Sikong Ji's body swayed again.

Hua Meiniang reached out to support her.

"You step back first."

Sikong Ji shook off her hand, his gaze still fixed on the stone gate.

"Qin Mo hasn't come out yet."

"If he doesn't come out soon, you'll be the first to give up."

Hua Meiniang pressed her fingers against her abdomen, and the heat forced the blood to seep through her clothes.

She didn't try to persuade him further, but instead took out a Qi-Nourishing Pill and handed it to Sikong Ji.

Sikong Ji did not answer.

She has very little Thunder Essence left.

Pills can replenish some spiritual energy, but they cannot restore the damage to Lei Ying.

The ancient formation of Lei Ze cracked open in three more places.

The nine ancient thunder pillars trembled simultaneously, and a dull cracking sound came from inside the mountain.

The fire python smashed a large hole in the thunder barrier, and flames poured in from the hole, landing on the edge of the array platform.

Two members of the tribe were thrown into the air on the spot.

Sikong Ji gritted his teeth and pressed his hands down towards the center of the formation.

"Qin Mo, faster!"

Deep within the Thunder Chamber.

Qin Mo sat cross-legged on the cyan thunderstone, the Qiankun Transformation Furnace in front of him already open.

The furnace fire no longer dispersed; its five colors overlapped, supporting the primordial sword energy within his sternum.

The sword energy was shrinking.

Each time it passes through the bone seam, it cuts through the flesh.

As soon as the wound appeared, the vital energy of heaven and earth surged in, reconnecting the severed meridians.

Qin Mo's ten fingers gripped his knees, his knuckles turning white.

The Primordial Sword Qi pierced the sternum for the last time.

The five elements and qi and blood are suppressed simultaneously.

The sword energy struck the jade bone with a clear sound, and the five-colored jade patterns moved rapidly along the bone surface.

Gold settled into his right arm, blue flowed into his shoulder blade, black sank into his spine, and red and yellow spread outwards along his sternum.

Inside the furnace, only a single wisp of golden light remained of Xiao Chengyue's golden elixir.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace broke apart the ball of power, and the five kinds of pure spiritual energy flowed into Qin Mo's body through his arm.

The primordial sword energy was gradually worn away.

Qin Mo's forehead veins bulged, and blood kept seeping from the cracks in his skin.

His body paused briefly when the sword energy pierced to its deepest point.

The next moment, a crisp sound came from inside the sternum.

The last wisp of sword energy dissipated.

Five-colored jade patterns lit up from the chest, connecting along the shoulder blades, arm bones, and spine.

The jade-like luster penetrated the skin and flesh, and the entire skeleton began to glow.

The Five Elements Jade Bone technique is complete.

Qin Mo opened his eyes, which reflected five-colored lightning and fire.

However, the Qi and blood in his dantian were not calm.

After the jade bones took shape, the power of the Five Elements Golden Body continued to surge upwards.

The barrier blocking the edge of the realm still exists, so thick that it causes the qi and blood to crash back time and time again.

The Five Elements Jade Bone is merely a later transformation of the Five Elements Golden Body.

To reach the Great Perfection, there is still one last hurdle to overcome.

The fiery phoenix outside crashed into the thunder chamber again.

The stone gate is recessed inward, and large pieces of rubble have fallen from the top of the wall.

Qin Mo raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and slowly gripped the ancient broken sword with his five fingers.

At the gate of Leize Mountain, Sikong Ji was finally forced back half a step.

The array beneath her feet cracked, and the remaining lightning energy rapidly dissipated.

Eight fiery pythons pressed down on the lightning curtain, and the flames had already descended above the lightning chamber.

Xie Wufeng watched this scene and said in a low voice, "It's over."

Lei Qianyao remained silent.

He saw Sikong Ji raise his hand again, preparing to pour the essence of Lei Ying into the array's core.

Just then, a voice came from the depths of the Thunder Swamp.

"boom!"

The sound traveled through the mountainside, causing all the lightning bolts to shake simultaneously.

The Sikong clansmen looked up at the Thunder Chamber.

The next moment, Qin Mo's long roar burst out of the stone gate, passed through the lightning curtain, and echoed to the surrounding mountains.

The nearby cultivators felt their eardrums go numb, and the flying swords beneath their feet trembled violently.

Sikong Ji's raised hand stopped in mid-air.

Hua Meiniang released her hand from the wound.

Outside Lei Ze, Xie Wufeng's fingers left the sword hilt, and Lei Qianyao also looked up at the stone door.

Qin Mo did not leave the pass.

Inside the Thunder Chamber, the five-colored jade bones continued to glow, and the five elements of qi and blood gathered rapidly deep within the bones.

He raised his head, and the last barrier of his inner realm had been cracked.

not enough.

Qin Mo shattered the thunderstone with his feet, raised his fist, aimed at the barrier in his body, and slammed it down again.