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

Before the dust and mist had even settled, five-colored flames had already burst forth from the mountainside.

Qin Mo walked out stepping on the rolled pebbles, his robes stained with ash, but the sword wound on his chest had already closed, leaving only a faint red mark.

He raised his hand to wipe his cheek, and Chu Wuming's disguise faded, revealing his true face.

The battle flag in Su Qingyi's hand fell to the ground.

"Qin Mo?"

Qin Mo looked at her, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"You recognized me? The person who told me to get lost three days ago is now asking me for help."

Su Qingyi's throat moved, but she couldn't get a reply.

Shen Ruoyan gripped the broken sword tightly, her gaze fixed on Qin Mo.

She had seen Chu Wuming before, but never imagined that the two faces belonged to the same person.

Xu Qingqing stood up, supported by the pillar, her leg still bleeding.

"How did you get in?"

Qin Mo did not answer.

Suddenly, the mountain wall behind them collapsed, and the Corpse Demon stepped out from the rubble, its tattered armor covered in gravel.

Its chest was dented, crimson flames still flickered in its eye sockets, and the giant axe in its hand dragged across the ground, leaving deep grooves.

Fang Qing gritted her teeth.

"It's not dead yet."

The heavy footsteps pounded on the stone ground, and the nearby ghostly figures all retreated.

The Corpse Fiend raised its giant axe, the blade swirling with black energy, and slashed towards Qin Mo.

Qin Mo stood still and thrust his right fist forward.

Five-colored qi and blood surged from within the body, and yang fire ignited on the surface of the fist.

The giant axe collided with the fist, a deep boom echoing through the valley, and the black mist was instantly torn apart by the flames.

The Corpse Fiend's arm bent backward, and its massive body staggered back more than ten steps, causing the stone slabs beneath its feet to crumble one after another.

Qin Mo did not move an inch.

The next moment, the five elements of Qi and blood spread out along the ground.

The Yin energy within a hundred feet quickly dissipated, and the blood-eyed ghostly figure clinging to the outside of the light barrier emitted black smoke one after another, its body dissipating as it struggled.

The chill of the Xuan Yin Burial Valley was dispelled by the Yang Fire, and everyone in the formation felt a warmth on their shoulders.

Shen Ruoyan shook off the black mist on her sword.

"Everyone, withdraw from your positions."

Qin Mo raised his hand and pointed towards the valley entrance.

"Cut off the formation and stick close to me. Don't fall behind."

Su Qingyi bent down to pick up the array flag and immediately severed the array's spiritual power.

The golden light shield that had held for so long disappeared, and the remaining array patterns turned into light spots scattered on the stone ground.

Xu Qingqing led several injured disciples to put away the array pillars.

Fang Qing helped a female disciple whose legs were weak and followed behind the group.

Qin Mo walked at the very front.

Five-colored Yang Fire continuously emanated from his body, burning away the black mist along the mountain path.

As soon as the ghostly figures hidden in the mist got within ten feet, black smoke billowed from their bodies, and they fell to the ground one after another.

The women didn't have time to talk and could only quicken their pace.

Light from outside the valley was already filtering in, and the fog ahead was gradually thinning.

Once they cross that rocky slope, they can leave the Xuan Yin Burial Valley.

Just then, a dense gust of wind came from overhead.

Qin Mo looked up.

Above the black mist, a large number of giant birds circled, their wingspans reaching several meters, their feathers dark black, and their claws exuding a corrosive aura.

They lowered their bodies, pointed their sharp beaks at the ground, and swooped down towards the group.

"The Bone-Eating Netherworld Carving!"

Xu Qingqing's face tightened.

Qin Mo took a step forward, and the five-colored Yang Fire protected the women behind him.

A griffin rushed forward, its sharp claws grazing his shoulder.

Qin Mo dodged to the side, then unleashed a powerful right punch from below, striking the Dark Eagle squarely in the abdomen.

The bone feathers broke off, and black mist poured out of its body.

The entire eagle dissipated into a gray-black mist in mid-air.

The eagles behind them pressed down one after another, and the eerie winds caused the stone ground to crack.

Qin Mo turned to look at the group of women.

"Don't use your spiritual power to block it head-on, get a fire talisman."

Shen Ruoyan reached into her storage bag and threw out several fireball talismans.

"Listen to Qin Mo, fire into the sky."

Fireballs flew up one after another, crashing through the black mist above.

The firelight spread out, and the Netherworld Eagle fell into it. Its feathers were swept away by the Yang Fire, and its body fell one after another.

Su Qingyi raised her hand and summoned three Fire Serpent Talismans.

The fire serpent rushed into the flock of birds, entangled the two eagles, and dragged them into the firelight.

Xu Qingqing had little spiritual power left, but she still gritted her teeth and threw out the last two fire talismans.

Flames spread along the wings of the eagle, and black ash scattered down the mountain path.

Fang Qing stood at the end of the line, activating fireball talismans one after another.

She always targets the same area of ​​airspace when she makes a move.

The eagles in front were forced back by the flames, while those behind just happened to run into the range of the talisman fire.

One.

Both ends.

Fang Qing's hand stopped holding the talisman only when the twelfth Netherworld Eagle fell from the height.

Suddenly, a beam of white light descended from the sky and landed on her.

Fang Qing froze, and the fire talisman in his hand fell to his feet.

"I've completed the Spirit Ranking quest?"

A clear sound came from the beam of light.

[The twelve Bone-Eating Nether Eagles have been eliminated. Mission complete.]

[The rewards have been distributed: one Golden Pass and one bottle of Nine-Turn Longevity Pill.]

A golden token and a jade bottle fell from the white light.

Fang Qing hurriedly reached out and caught it. The golden token immediately turned into a stream of light and merged into the back of her hand after it touched her palm.

The jade bottle rested quietly in her palm, its body engraved with nine ring patterns.

She looked down at herself for a long time.

"The Nine-Turn Longevity Pill, it really came to me."

Qin Mo stopped and glanced at the jade bottle.

"Keep this safe; it could save another life."

Fang Qing quickly stuffed the jade bottle into his bosom.

"Senior Brother Qin, can this golden token also be used to enter the core area?"

Qin Mo nodded.

"The Spirit Ranking is based on the mission, not cultivation level. If you've killed enough, you'll naturally be qualified to take it."

Shen Ruoyan looked at the golden light on the back of Fang Qing's hand and tightened her grip on the sword.

They had also thrown fire talismans, but they were all just a few short of the last one.

Su Qingyi looked up at the sky; the mission runes had already disappeared back into the clouds.

Keep going, don't stop.

The group rushed towards the valley entrance again.

The remaining Bone-Eating Netherworld Eagles were startled and all flew into the sky.

The Yang Fire on Qin Mo's body was still burning, and the surrounding black mist was pushed to the sides, with the exit right in front of him.

Just as I stepped onto the rocky slope, I suddenly heard heavy footsteps behind me.

The stones rolled one after another, and the Corpse Fiend dragged its giant axe in pursuit.

The dent in its chest is healing, and its broken arm is hanging down again.

With each step, black footprints are left on the ground.

Xu Qingqing turned around and glanced back.

"That corpse demon is catching up."

Qin Mo raised his hand.

"You guys go first."

Su Qingyi tightened her grip and stopped in place.

"And you?"

Qin Mo looked at the entrance of the valley, his tone calm.

"I stopped it."

Shen Ruoyan blocked his way with her sword.

"Stop saying that, I'll stay and help you."

Qin Mo turned his head to the side.

"You can't even unleash three sword strikes now; staying here will only distract me."

Shen Ruoyan's face darkened, but she did not put down the sword in her hand.

Just then, the black mist ahead split open on its own.

A figure emerged from the mist, completely concealed by a black robe. As the figure landed, the surrounding yin energy immediately dispersed to both sides.

The exit is blocked.

Behind them, the Corpse Fiend dragged its axe and approached.

Two powerful auras pressed down simultaneously, causing the jade bottle in Fang Qing's arms to clink softly.

Su Qingyi and the others stopped behind Qin Mo, their escape route and their way out now cut off.

Qin Mo gripped the ancient broken sword, and five-colored Yang fire rose along the sword's blade.

The man in black robes raised his head, finally revealing a pair of eyes hidden in the mist.