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

The man in the black robe raised his hand, and the wide sleeve slipped down, revealing a bone claw devoid of flesh and blood.

The five fingers were jet black, with black ash clinging to the joints.

Two red flames flickered in the empty eye sockets, and the surrounding ghostly figures immediately lowered their bodies, not daring to even approach.

Behind them, the axe-wielding corpse demon dragged its giant axe as it approached.

The stone ground was slashed with axe blades, leaving long marks, and heavy footsteps pressed into everyone's ears.

There's a Corpse King in front and a Corpse Demon behind.

The exit of the Xuan Yin Burial Valley was completely blocked.

Shen Ruoyan gripped the broken sword tightly, and blood seeped out of the wound on her shoulder again.

"That's the Skeleton King."

She only said six words, and Su Qingyi and the others' expressions all changed.

The Corpse King stepped forward, and the sound of bones clashing came from beneath his black robe.

Its aura overwhelmed the surrounding gloomy mist, even causing the axe-wielding corpse demon to pause for a moment.

Qin Mo glanced around.

The Corpse King's aura was the strongest, while the Axe-wielding Corpse Fiend was slightly weaker, but it had the advantage of greater strength and thicker skin.

With the road blocked from both ends and the senior sisters behind them all injured, dragging this out would only lead to their total annihilation.

He gripped the ancient broken sword tightly, and five-colored yang fire rose along the blade.

"You should go from the right."

Qin Mo took a step forward. "I'll stay."

Su Qingyi stared at his back, her hands unconsciously clenching.

"What are you going to do staying here?"

"Cover the rear."

Qin Mo turned around and glanced at her, his gaze falling on her aloof face.

Three days ago, this saintess told him to get out of the Cloud and Rain Palace.

Now that she was standing behind him, her face finally showed a different expression.

Qin Mo felt instantly relieved.

Su Qingyi also worries about people.

Shen Ruoyan straightened up, leaning on her broken sword: "Qin Mo, you are only at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment."

After she finished speaking, her gaze fell on the Skeleton King in front of her.

That thing might not even be able to stop her natal flying sword. If Qin Mo stayed here, it would be no different from sending himself to his death.

The magical power fluctuations emanating from Qin Mo were indeed only at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

This level of skill is not weak among ordinary people, but it is still far inferior to the Corpse King and Corpse Fiend.

Xu Qingqing gritted her teeth, her voice strained: "Senior Brother Qin, let's charge together."

"Your presence will only distract me."

Qin Mo raised his hand and pointed to the exit.

"Go, all of you, don't look back."

Before Shen Ruoyan could speak, Qin Mo had already taken several steps forward, blocking the Corpse King and the others.

Five-colored qi and blood surged from his body, and the black mist beneath his feet was forced back by the yang fire.

Qin Mo's Foundation Establishment aura remained unchanged, but a heavy bone rumbling emanated from his body.

Shen Ruoyan sensed that power and paused for a moment.

Qin Mo didn't give her a chance to think it over.

The Corpse King raised its bone claws and grabbed forward with its five fingers.

The black mist immediately coalesced into several sharp blades, traversing a distance of over ten feet, aiming straight for Qin Mo's chest.

Shen Ruoyan drew her sword and charged out.

"Get out of the way!"

Sword light spread out beneath her feet, and her natal flying sword, carrying a sharp edge, slashed towards the Corpse King in the blink of an eye.

The Corpse King did not dodge.

The bone claw extended forward, its five fingers gripping the sword light before closing in.

A crisp clang.

Shen Ruoyan's natal flying sword broke off from the tip, scattering fragments of spiritual light across the ground.

When the sword broke completely, her face turned pale, her chest heaved, and she spat out blood.

Su Qingyi rushed over to support her.

"Senior Sister!"

Shen Ruoyan's wrist trembled incessantly. Her natal flying sword was destroyed, and her golden core was also affected.

The Corpse King casually crushed the sword light, and the skeletal face beneath the black robe turned to Qin Mo.

It raised its other hand, and the black mist condensed into a bone knife, which it slashed down at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo gripped his sword and charged forward.

The two forces collided, the ground cracked, and the black mist was dispersed by the five-colored flames.

Qin Mo took three steps back, and the Corpse King's bone knife was blocked by the broken sword.

At that moment, the axe-wielding corpse behind him let out a low growl.

The giant axe lifted off the ground, its heavy shadow sweeping across the black mist and falling down on Qin Mo's head.

Su Qingyi looked up and saw this scene, her voice escaping her throat.

"Qin Mo, get out of the way!"

Qin Mo did not turn around.

He sheathed the ancient broken sword and clenched his right fist.

Five-colored jade patterns spread out from the back of the fist, along the arm and into the shoulder bone.

At this moment, all the qi and blood in his body rose up, and the yang fire suppressed the surrounding ghostly energy.

The giant axe fell on his head.

Qin Mo raised his fist and slammed it upwards.

The fist collided with the axe head, and the arm of the corpse wielding the axe bent instantly, the axe handle making a snapping sound.

Five-colored blood and energy surged into its body along the giant axe, shattering its black armor piece by piece.

boom!

The axe-wielding corpse flew out, crashing through two mountain walls before its massive body landed in a distant pile of rocks.

The entire mountain road came to a halt for a moment.

Qin Mo stood still, the flames on his right fist still burning.

Su Qingyi supported Shen Ruoyan, her gaze fixed on Qin Mo, remaining fixed for a long time.

Xu Qingqing opened her mouth, and the array flag in her hand fell to the ground.

Fang Qing even forgot to back away.

They only saw Qin Mo activate his Foundation Establishment power; no one expected that he could blast away the axe-wielding corpse with his fist.

Shen Ruoyan raised her hand to wipe the blood from her lips, her chest heaving violently.

"What exactly are you...?"

"I don't have time to ask right now."

Qin Mo interrupted her, stepping aside to block the Corpse King.

"Take the people away."

Su Qingyi looked at him: "Can you stop them?"

Qin Mo tugged at his collar, revealing his chest covered in interwoven five-colored jade patterns.

"That axe blow just now didn't even break my skin."

Su Qingyi's fingers tightened.

For the first time, she realized that she couldn't understand Qin Mo at all.

That low-level Qi Refining servant had already moved to a position she couldn't judge.

She recalled what had been said in the small courtyard behind the mountain, and a brief pause crossed her face.

Qin Mo turned around and lowered his voice.

"Su Qingyi, three days ago you told me to stay away from you."

He glanced at her.

"Don't come near me today either."

Su Qingyi bit her lip and did not refute.

Shen Ruoyan, supporting herself with the broken sword, remained standing in the same spot.

Qin Mo raised his hand and waved it, and five-colored Yang Fire spread along the mountain path, forcing the surrounding ghostly figures to retreat one after another.

"Senior Sister Shen, take them out."

Shen Ruoyan glanced at her broken natal flying sword, then gripped the broken sword tightly.

Be careful.

She turned and led Xu Qingqing, Fang Qing, and the rest of her disciples toward the exit.

Su Qingyi was last.

She took a few steps, then looked back again.

Qin Mo stood in the fog, his back to everyone.

Before him stood the black-robed Corpse King, while in the distance, amidst the pile of rubble, the axe-wielding Corpse Fiend had risen anew.

He stood alone between the two ferocious creatures.

"Qin Mo".

Su Qingyi stopped in her tracks.

Qin Mo did not turn around.

"Get out alive."

After saying that, she led everyone towards the valley entrance.

As Qin Mo listened to the footsteps fading away, he couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth slightly.

He had waited too long to hear those words.

The axe-wielding corpse demon raised its giant axe again, its corpse energy filling half of the mountain path.

The Skeleton King raised its bone claws, its black robes fluttering without wind, and the red flames in its empty eye sockets burned ever brighter.

Qin Mo turned around, his entire body covered in five-colored jade patterns.

He picked up the ancient broken sword, its tip pointing at the Skeleton King.

"I'll leave the one behind to you."

The Skeleton King made the first move.

It raised its bone claws, and a thick aura of corpse energy emanated from beneath its black robe.

More than a dozen black blades of energy swept across the ground, carving deep marks into the stone slabs, and the ghostly figures along the way all dodged them.

Qin Mo gripped the ancient broken sword and took a step forward to meet the blade of energy.

The sword swept across.