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

The soil beneath his feet was still collapsing, but Qin Mo had already pulled his right foot back.

As soon as the Xuan Tie Covered Sea Corpse Dragon raised its head from the ground, Qin Mo turned his body around, and five-colored blood flowed along his shoulders and back into his right fist.

The fist is delivered from behind.

boom! !

The massive body of the corpse dragon was lifted off the ground and rolled away along the mountain path.

The corpses and skeletal soldiers along the way were all smashed into pieces, and the three sides of the mountain collapsed one after another until the corpse dragon flew thousands of feet away and crashed into a low mountain.

The rubble fell, and the corpse dragon couldn't get up for a long time.

Hua Meiniang's blood whip hung in mid-air, Cang Wuyue forgot to retract the Ancestral Master's Decree, Luo Xiaoman's mouth was open, and the beast shadows in the Myriad Beast Ring all stopped.

Su Qingyi gripped her natal flying sword, and the tip of the sword swayed slightly.

She had seen Qin Mo conceal his strength and had also seen him kill a Golden Core cultivator with his bare hands, but the corpse dragon had just pressed down on everyone so much that they couldn't lift their heads.

Qin Mo only used two moves.

Suddenly, rocks rolled off the corpse dragon's body.

It stood up, supporting itself on its front paws, with a large dent in its chest, and black corpse energy seeping out from between its scales.

It opened its enormous mouth, and a wave of foul stench rushed toward Qin Mo, snapping all the withered trees around it.

Qin Mo stood still, without even turning his head.

Five-colored qi and blood gathered behind him to form a fist shadow, which was then unleashed from several feet away.

Just as the corpse dragon rushed close, its body was sent flying backward once again, crashing through more than a dozen dead trees before finally plunging into the distant corpse mist.

The black mist was dispersed, revealing a ravine hundreds of feet long.

The Corpse Dragon let out a few low growls, the sound growing fainter and fainter in the distance.

"Qin Mo?"

Su Qingyi suppressed the blood rising in her throat and finally called out his name.

Qin Mo turned to look at her; her robes were covered in dust, and the five-colored jade patterns still flowed beneath her skin.

"If you recognize them, get out of here quickly."

Su Qingyi tightened her grip on the sword.

Three days ago, she personally told Qin Mo to get off the mountain.

The person standing in front of her at this moment had already stepped into the early stage of the Golden Core realm.

The face remained the same, but the position of the person standing had changed.

She was speechless for a moment.

Hua Meiniang was the first to come to her senses. She reached out and tugged at Luo Xiaoman's sleeve, signaling her to leave quickly.

Cang Wuyue also put away the Ancestral Master's Token and led the others back towards the valley entrance.

The group had only taken a dozen steps when a muffled tremor came from the depths of the Xuan Yin Burial Valley.

The corpses within the black mist all stopped.

They lowered their heads and retreated to both sides in unison.

The roaming evil spirits also burrowed into the ground, leaving only the sound of rolling bones on the mountain path.

Qin Mo looked up at the bottom of the valley.

The black mist there was rising, and a tall figure stood up from the depths.

Its face was obscured; only two points of crimson light hung in the mist, falling upon Qin Mo across the long mountain path.

Qin Mo lowered his brows.

The Corpse King of Burial Valley, ranked first on the Spirit Ranking, has finally moved.

A giant hand covered in corpse armor emerged from the depths of the black mist. The hand was still far away, but its shadow already covered half the valley.

The next moment, the giant hand tore through the mist and grabbed at Qin Mo's location.

"Get out, all of you, and don't look back."

Qin Mo raised his hand to block Hua Meiniang, staying at the very back.

Hua Meiniang stopped in her tracks, her blood whip taut and straight.

She glanced at Qin Mo, gritted her teeth, and continued to retreat with Cang Wuyue and Luo Xiaoman.

A giant hand pressed down.

Qin Mo shattered the rocks beneath his feet and leaped to the other side.

The palm wind grazed his shoulder, and the five-colored blood energy was compressed into ripples.

The giant hand landed, the entire mountain road collapsed, and mud and rocks rushed into the air.

Qin Mo used the rocks to rush towards the valley entrance.

The giant hand lifted the ground, its five fingers bent, and chased after it again.

Qin Mo would change direction each time his palm was close enough to touch the anus, causing the hand to deviate from the passage.

Hua Meiniang and the others had already rushed to the exit.

Su Qingyi glanced back and saw Qin Mo emerging from the dust, with the giant hand relentlessly pursuing him from behind.

She stopped in her tracks, her chest heaving faster.

Shen Ruoyan grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the valley.

"Don't go back."

Shen Ruoyan's voice tightened, "You can't help him even if you go back."

Su Qingyi did not break free, but stared at the five-colored figure.

Qin Mo finally stepped out of the valley.

The giant hand followed closely behind, its five black fingers already crossing the valley entrance, leaving deep cracks in the ground.

Qin Mo turned around and punched his palm.

Five-colored qi and blood surged into the sky.

The giant hand was struck and flipped backward, black mist spreading out from between its palms.

The space above the valley entrance trembled several times before the Corpse King's power finally stopped within the boundary.

Qin Mo landed in front of everyone, the hem of his clothes being swept up by the wind.

Hua Meiniang stared at him for a long time before reaching out and patting him on the shoulder.

"You've broken through again?"

Qin Mo raised his hand and brushed the dust off his shoulder.

"Early stage of Golden Core".

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around looked over.

Fang Qing quickly approached, shifting his gaze from Qin Mo's face to his dantian, and his throat bobbed a few times.

"You were only at the Foundation Establishment stage three days ago, what exactly is inside?"

Qin Mo glanced at her.

"If you want to know, go in and find out for yourself."

Fang Qing immediately stopped in her tracks, and the eagerness on her face disappeared.

She hadn't forgotten the corpse dragon from earlier, nor the giant hand at the bottom of the valley.

Hua Meiniang's gaze lingered on Qin Mo for a moment, her eyes holding a hint of something indescribable.

Cang Wuyue also looked Qin Mo over again, and quietly tightened her grip on the Ancestral Token in her hand.

Even a beginner-level Golden Core cultivator isn't enough to dominate in this ancient realm, but the power Qin Mo just displayed has already surpassed the realm itself.

Su Qingyi stood at the back, her natal flying sword hanging down to her side.

She wanted to ask Qin Mo why he had gotten to this point, what he had experienced in the mountain of corpses, but the words stuck in her throat.

Qin Mo didn't look at her again and turned to leave.

Just then, a voice came close to his consciousness.

"Little one, don't rush off."

Qin Mo stopped in his tracks.

The voice was low and carried the aura of death, but it did not come from outside the valley.

It fell directly into the sea of ​​consciousness, even causing the Qiankun Transformation Furnace to tremble slightly.

"Your innate Five Elements Dao Body is still far from perfect. Come in, and I will grant you a heaven-defying destiny."

The five-colored light in Qin Mo's eyes narrowed.

He didn't respond, but pressed his right hand against his chest.

The Qiankun Huasheng Furnace hidden there was operating on its own, with rings of light illuminating the furnace walls.

The Corpse King of Burial Valley discerned his physique.

This temptation is definitely not just something said casually.

At the same time, the Xiao family's base outside Xuantian City had already had its second line of defense breached by the beast tide.

Luo Zhenyue stood on the back of the golden-feathered eagle, raising his hand to point to the burning mountain gate.

Dozens of Core Formation beasts crashed into the fire array, their claws tearing through the protective barrier, causing the Xiao family disciples to retreat in droves.

Xiao Duanyue stood in the center of the array platform, veins bulging on his forehead, desperately urging the Nine Phoenix Burning Star Array to activate.

The pillar of fire pressed down and collided with the beast tide, causing the mountains to collapse continuously.

"Hold the line!"

The elder of the Xiao family shouted hoarsely.

Luo Zhenyue raised his battle sword, the blade cleaving through the oncoming waves of fire.

"No one is leaving here alive today!"

The battle between Beast King Valley and the Xiao family completely spiraled out of control.

Qin Mo stopped at the valley entrance, his raised right foot hesitant to land.

The voice in my mind kept urging me on, its tone growing increasingly forceful.

That divine thought entered his consciousness and pulled his body into the valley.

He was standing at the exit, but a black palace had appeared before him.

The palace gates were wide open, and the palace was filled with elixirs, magical treasures, and glittering spirit stones.

Once he steps inside, all of these things will belong to him.