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

In the instant the mountain path collapsed, Qin Mo's legs sank into the rubble, while the giant axe of the Corpse Demon wielding the axe was still pressing down on his left arm.

The axe blade, adorned with the five-colored jade patterns, vibrated, causing the jade bones to emit a muffled thud.

The Corpse Demon gripped the axe handle with both hands, and streams of corpse energy poured into the axe, enveloping his entire arm in black mist.

Ahead, the Skeleton King raised its claws and approached.

The two Nascent Soul corpses stood one in front of the other, giving Qin Mo no chance to catch his breath.

Qin Mo's shoulders slumped, and the five elements of Qi and blood rushed into his arms along his jade bones.

He gripped the axe blade with his five fingers, and the five-colored patterns on his arm lit up at the same time.

"It's my turn."

He uttered four words, and suddenly exerted force with his five fingers.

Click!

The blade of the giant axe split open, and the cracks ran along the axe body all the way to the handle.

The axe-wielding corpse froze for a moment, and before it could even loosen its grip, Qin Mo had already raised his knee and slammed it into the abdomen.

The black armor dented, and the corpse demon's body flew off the ground.

Qin Mo grabbed the broken axe, turned around, and threw it.

Half of the axe blade pierced through the black mist, embedded itself in the corpse demon's chest, and slammed it into the mountainside.

Half of the stone wall collapsed.

Taking advantage of this opening, the Skeleton Corpse King circled around to behind Qin Mo with its bone claws.

The yin energy beneath the black robe condensed into five bone spikes, aimed straight at the back of his neck.

Qin Mo did not turn around. Five-colored blood and energy surged out from his back, smashing through the bone spurs.

The black mist wrapped around his waist and abdomen, dragging him backward.

The Corpse King had clearly figured out his weakness.

It cannot devour the five elements' qi and blood, but it can use yin energy to slow down Qin Mo's movements.

Qin Mo braced his heels against the ground, twisted his waist and abdomen, and slammed his right fist backward.

The fist sank into the center of the black robe, and five-colored yang fire burned along the black mist.

The Skeleton Corpse King was sent flying backward, its black robe torn open with large gaps, and the Yin energy inside surged wildly.

The axe-wielding corpse also crawled out of the ruins, its arms reattached, but the black armor on its chest could no longer cover the wounds.

It had barely looked up when Qin Mo rushed in front of it.

In the later stages of the Five Elements Golden Body, all the Qi and blood were concentrated into the right fist.

With that punch, the black armor on the Corpse Fiend's chest shattered completely, and his body was smashed into the ground.

The surrounding soil rolled outwards, revealing layer upon layer of white bones.

Just as Qin Mo was about to give chase, the sky above him suddenly darkened.

A gigantic skull face loomed down from the black mist, opening its mouth to swallow him whole.

The mountain path outside was once again shrouded in darkness.

Qin Mo suddenly felt his feet sink into the ground, and his surroundings were completely disoriented.

Upon landing, all around had turned into a black space; there was no ground beneath one's feet and no exit above one's head.

Yin energy was pushing in from all directions.

Qin Mo's internal energy surged, and the five-colored protective shield immediately opened, blocking the Yin energy outside.

As soon as the protective barrier took shape, a ball of blood-red fire ignited in the distance.

Second Regiment, Third Regiment.

Before long, the darkness was filled with skeleton corpse kings.

Each figure was draped in a black robe, with bone claws hanging at their sides, and their auras were exactly the same.

Qin Mo did not rush to throw a punch.

A clone of the Corpse King crashed into the protective aura, its black robe ripped open on the spot, and the Yin energy inside transformed into black spikes, exploding along with its body.

The protective barrier trembled violently.

The second clone followed closely behind, and exploded into yin energy as it crashed into it.

Fine cracks appeared in the protective aura, and the darkness outside kept flickering.

Qin Mo raised his hand, and the Qiankun Dharma Eye was activated.

The paths of yin energy on those corpse king clones were clearly visible to him.

Each clone is connected to the same black line, the end of which is hidden deep within space.

"Using clones to deplete one's vital energy, what a clever scheme."

Qin Mo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sat down cross-legged.

The Primordial Devouring Heaven Technique was activated.

His body began to absorb the surrounding Yin energy, and the Qiankun Transformation Furnace in his dantian rotated at the same time.

Before the charging Corpse King clones could even get close, they were pulled back by a powerful suction force, their black robes billowing out and their bodies losing control.

One clone after another was pulled in front of Qin Mo, and the Yin energy flowed into his dantian through his meridians.

The Qi of Heaven and Earth envelops the Yin and evil forces, while the Yang fire of the Five Elements burns back and forth within the furnace.

Outside, the Skeleton King's aura began to decline.

It originally intended to exhaust Qin Mo's power by creating clones, but everything it sent in ended up becoming nourishment for Qin Mo.

The black line connecting the clone tightened continuously. The Corpse King tried to sever the connection, but it was too late.

Qin Mo clenched his five fingers, and the force of his absorption increased once again.

The dark space trembled.

At the valley's exit, Su Qingyi and her group finally broke out of the Burial Valley.

Fang Qing, supporting an injured female disciple, looked back into the valley.

The black mist was still churning, and occasionally the sound of rocks cracking could be heard.

"Where is Qin Mo?"

Su Qingyi stopped in front of the rocky slope, her voice very low.

Shen Ruoyan did not answer.

She stared into the depths of the Xuan Yin Burial Valley, her natal flying sword already stained with black blood.

Everyone understood Qin Mo's intention to stay behind and cover the retreat.

Hua Meiniang, Cang Wuyue, and Luo Xiaoman arrived from the other side.

They had just escaped a group of zombie soldiers, and were all wounded.

Upon hearing that Qin Mo was left alone inside, Hua Meiniang felt an invisible force tighten the fabric on her shoulders.

The God-Slaying Curse activated in her divine aperture, and she even stopped breathing for a moment.

If Qin Moruo dies, she won't live either.

Cang Wuyue gripped the Azure Dragon Ancestor's Token, his palm bleeding from the pressure of the token.

Luo Xiaoman turned around and walked straight into the Burial Valley.

"Are you going back?"

Fang Qing quickly stopped her.

Luo Xiaoman shook off his hand, her face grim: "He's staying behind to block the Corpse King, while we're just waiting to die outside?"

Cang Wuyue glanced at Hua Meiniang, then drew the long sword from his waist.

"Qin Mo saved my life. I can't watch him die inside today."

Hua Meiniang remained silent, pressing her hand to her chest, and turned to follow the two.

Su Qingyi reached out to stop him, but her movement stopped in mid-air.

She wanted to tell Qin Mo to order everyone to retreat, but she swallowed the words back.

Three days ago, she personally told Qin Mo to get lost.

When he left, he told everyone not to let her get close.

Shen Ruoyan noticed her hesitation and raised her sword to block the black mist swirling from the valley entrance.

"Let them go."

Su Qingyi gently tightened her knuckles, and finally lowered her hand.

"Come back alive."

The sound traveled into the black mist, but the three women did not turn around.

As soon as they stepped into the Burial Valley, a dense sound of bones grinding against each other came from the ground.

Behind the hillside, amidst the rocks and withered trees, one after another, skeletons of soldiers rose to their feet.

Eerie green flames clung to their skulls, and a large plume of corpse energy rose from the ground, sealing off the three women's escape route.

Luo Xiaoman raised her hand and summoned the Myriad Beast Ring. Blood energy surged out, and several beast shadows protected her from the side.

Hua Meiniang lashed out with her blood-red whip, the tip of which wrapped around a skeleton soldier, which she then casually dragged to her side.

She kicked the skeleton, the movement swift and decisive.

Cang Wuyue stood in front of the two, the Azure Dragon Ancestor Token hanging in his palm.

The token glowed with golden light, and a dragon-shaped phantom hovered behind her.

She gripped her long sword tightly, staring at the skeletal soldiers that were gradually closing in from all sides.

"Don't scatter, stay close to me."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the skeleton soldiers pounced at him.

Cang Wuyue raised his magic weapon, and golden light spread in front of him.

Hua Meiniang and Luo Xiaoman flanked them from the left and right, respectively, and the three of them were completely surrounded by the ghostly flames.