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

The lava flowed slowly along the cracked valley, engulfing the last few pieces of thunderstone.

Where palaces, stone houses, and thunder pillars once stood, only a boiling lava lake remains.

The scorching heat rose high into the sky, scorching the nearby mountains and forests to a charred black, and even severing the underground thunder veins with the Nine Phoenix Burning Star Formation.

The territory of the Lei Ze Sikong clan is completely gone.

Xiao Duanyue stood in mid-air, the array plate in his hand still burning hot.

He looked down at the lava lake, his fingertips pressing against the edge of the array plate, and his expression slowly relaxed.

"Chu Wuming is dead, and Xiao Jingxing is dead too."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and retracted the nine array pillars.

The fiery clouds behind the three Nascent Soul cultivators gradually dissipated. Xiao Yanshan looked down but did not move immediately.

"My second brother's remains are still down there."

Xiao Yanshan lowered his voice, his fingers tightening inside his sleeve.

Xiao Duanyue glanced at him.

"With the fire raging like this, who can even distinguish the remains?"

Xiao Yanshan's Adam's apple bobbed, but he finally shut his mouth.

With Xiao Jingxing's death, the second branch of the family lost a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The power struggle within the Xiao family has been relieved of one of its biggest obstacles.

Xiao Duanyue put away the array plate, and the excitement that had been suppressed in his eyes for a long time finally came out.

This time, he not only killed Chu Wuming, but also took the opportunity to eliminate Xiao Jingxing.

The cultivators outside the formation were still retreating.

"The three Nascent Soul cultivators from the Xiao family joined forces and burned the entire Thunder Swamp to the ground."

"Chu Wuming could even kill Xiao Chengyue, but in the end he still died in the great formation."

"None of those people in Raize escaped."

The whispers reached Xiao Duan Yue's ears, and he raised his hand to send out a sound transmission jade talisman.

"Withdraw the troops and return to Xuantian City."

After saying that, he led the Xiao family cultivators away from the valley.

On the other side, Cang Jin led the people of Canglong Sect to the edge of Lei Ze.

He stared at the churning lava, his face growing increasingly grim.

The Dragon-Seeking Compass vibrated continuously in my hand, but there was no trace of the Ancestral Master's Token on its surface.

Cang Wuyue is dead.

The Azure Dragon Ancestor's Token was also lost in this lava.

Cang Jin tightened his grip, and the Dragon-Seeking Compass in his hand made a soft clicking sound.

"Turn the surrounding area over and find the Ancestral Master's Token before you leave."

His voice was deep, and the Azure Dragon Sect disciples behind him immediately dispersed.

The elders exchanged glances, and one of them, steeling himself, spoke up: "Young Master, this place is full of lava, and the lightning veins are severed. If we stay any longer, the disciples probably won't last much longer."

Cang Jin turned his face, and his eye twitched.

"Going back without finding the Ancestral Master's Token will only mean certain death."

The elder lowered his head, not daring to offer any further advice.

However, half an hour later, the lava lake remained unchanged.

Cang Jin stared at the Dragon-Seeking Disc in his hand, which was gradually cracking, his face darkening.

He has confirmed that Cang Wuyue did not survive.

The Ancestral Master's Decree was also taken away by the Xiao family.

"withdraw."

Cang Jin uttered this word, then turned away with a flick of his sleeve.

He wanted to bring everything that happened in Lei Ze back to the Azure Dragon Sect.

Cang Wuyue died at the hands of the Xiao family, and the Ancestral Master's Token was also destroyed by the Xiao family. The Canglong Sect will never let this go.

Just as the cultivators from all sides were gradually dispersing, a beast's roar suddenly came from afar.

The earth shook continuously, and a large number of monsters rushed from the end of the mountain path.

The lead black-armored giant rhinoceros stopped outside the lava lake, with a purple-haired youth standing on its back.

Luo Zhenyue landed on his feet, and the disciples of Beast King Valley behind him also stopped.

He didn't look at the rogue cultivators; his gaze was fixed solely on the lava lake in front of him.

"Where is Luo Xiaoman?"

No one answered.

Luo Zhenyue took a few steps forward, but the ground beneath his feet was still scorching red.

He raised his hand and released a wisp of beast soul. As soon as the beast soul approached the magma, it was burned into shimmering light by the fire.

His hand froze in mid-air.

Luo Xiaoman's breath stopped.

Luo Zhenyue lowered his arm, his fingertips slowly sinking into his palm.

"Is she inside?"

A disciple of Beast King Valley replied in a low voice, "Young Master, Thunder Swamp has been burned through, and there is no sign of life inside."

Luo Zhenyue stared at the lava, his eyelids twitching slightly.

He still remembered how Luo Xiaoman looked when she left Beast King Valley.

The girl kept asking for spirit fruits the whole way, and before she left, she patted his shoulder and said she would make him lose a beast fight when she got back.

Now, even the remains can't be found.

Luo Zhenyue raised his hand, and hundreds of demonic beasts behind him looked up in unison.

"Send word back to the valley and summon all cultivators above the Golden Core stage."

His voice wasn't loud, but the surroundings gradually quieted down.

"Beast King Valley is launching a full-scale attack on the Xiao family's stronghold."

The disciple's expression changed.

"Young Master, the Xiao family has a Nascent Soul Ancestor overseeing things, so this matter still needs the Valley Master's decision."

Luo Zhenyue turned his head to look, and the bloodshot veins in his eyes were clearly visible.

"My sister died at the hands of the Xiao family. Anyone who dares to stop me, I'll kill them first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and mounted the black-armored giant rhinoceros.

The members of Beast King Valley dared not persuade them any further and immediately took out a communication jade talisman to send the order back to their sect.

The cultivators outside Lei Ze watched this scene without uttering a sound.

Just as the Xiao family established their prestige with the Nine Phoenix Burning Star Formation, the Beast Emperor Valley was about to launch a direct attack.

No one dares to guess what chaos will ensue in Xuantian City next.

Meanwhile, in the core area of ​​the ancient ruins, the Xuan Yin Burial Valley.

Su Qingyi sat cross-legged in the center of the formation, her hands forming hand seals, causing the defensive light shield in front of her to vibrate continuously.

The area outside the light shield was crowded with blood-eyed ghostly figures.

Those ghostly figures had no fixed shape; their limbs were pressed against the light shield, and every time their claws swept across, several cracks would appear on the surface.

A chilling aura seeped in, turning the faces of the Yunyu Palace disciples deathly pale.

Xu Qingqing raised her hand and added a talisman, but the talisman was immediately torn to shreds by the black energy as soon as it was pasted onto the array surface.

"Senior sister, the array base is about to collapse."

Xu Qingqing's wrist trembled, and her voice tightened.

Su Qingyi did not turn around; beads of sweat had already formed on her forehead.

"Continue to reinforce the formation."

Her spiritual energy was rapidly decreasing, and the golden core in her dantian was rotating more and more slowly.

But as soon as she stops, the ghostly figures outside will rush in immediately.

Shen Ruoyan stood at the edge of the formation, her long sword constantly slashing out with sword light.

Each sword strike cleaved several ghostly figures in two.

But the ghostly figures quickly emerged from the darkness again, their numbers not decreasing at all.

She stared into the darkness outside the valley, her knuckles turning white from clenching her fists.

"Xiao Tianci, you really have the heart to do that."

As the voice faded, Shen Ruoyan raised her sword and slashed down a blood-eyed ghost that had pounced on the edge of the formation.

The ghostly figure transformed into black mist and immediately gathered again in the distance.

Shen Ruoyan lowered her eyes as she watched this scene.

"You used us as bait while you hid outside watching the show. Once I get out, I'll dismantle your war puppet first."

Fang Qing helped the injured disciple up and hurriedly looked at the core of the formation.

"Senior Sister Shen, if this continues, we'll all die here."

Shen Ruoyan did not answer.

Xu Qingqing bit her lip and looked at Su Qingyi.

Su Qingyi's fingers had begun to tremble, but she was still forcibly maintaining the formation.

She heard the panting around her, and her eyes darkened.

Send a distress signal.

Fang Qing was taken aback.

"There might be someone guarding outside the valley."

"We should still issue it."

Su Qingyi looked up at the outside of the formation, her voice not loud, but everyone could hear her clearly.

"If we stay here, no one will survive once the formation breaks."

Fang Qing immediately took out the signal talisman.

Shen Ruoyan watched as he lit the talisman and raised his hand to slash away the ghostly figure that was rushing towards him.

The talisman transformed into a beam of red light, piercing through the defensive light shield and soaring straight into the sky above the Xuan Yin Burial Valley.

boom!

A red ball of light exploded in mid-air, illuminating a large section of the stone wall at the valley entrance and revealing the figure behind it, who had concealed his aura.

Xiao Wu'e stood behind a black rock, his hand resting on the jade pendant at his waist.

He saw the distress signal, and his expression changed slightly.

There are still people alive in the valley.

Once the news gets out, Qin Mo will likely come.

Xiao Wu'e withdrew his gaze, his body sinking back into darkness.

He neither entered the valley nor left.

At the mouth of the valley, only a few faint footprints and a wisp of breath carried away by the wind remained.

Xiao Wu'e looked up at the gradually dissipating red light and slowly clenched his fist.

"Qin Mo, we're waiting for you."