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

Qin Mo moved his foot forward another half inch.

Deep within his dantian, the Qiankun Transformation Furnace suddenly sank.

The light patterns on the furnace body lit up simultaneously, and the Qi of Heaven and Earth flowed into the sea of ​​consciousness through the meridians.

The guiding divine thought was instantly shattered, and the palace in front of Qin Mo also crumbled.

He stood there, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

The voice in his mind paused for a moment, then its tone finally changed.

"An ancient aura... how come you have something like that on you?"

Qin Mo did not answer, but raised his hand and pressed it against his dantian.

The stove was still vibrating, as if reminding him that what was at the bottom of the valley was far more dangerous than he had thought.

He was just half a step away from stepping into that black fog.

Once he's inside, whether he comes out alive is no longer up to him.

Qin Mo turned around and raised his hand to the women behind him.

"Get out of here, the sooner the better."

Hua Meiniang immediately put away the blood whip and retreated with Cang Wuyue and Luo Xiaoman.

Shen Ruoyan also pulled several Yunyu Palace disciples to catch up with the group.

Su Qingyi stopped in her tracks, watching Qin Mo's retreating figure.

She wanted to ask what had just happened, but swallowed the words back.

Qin Mo's expression was too serious, and even she didn't dare to ask any more questions at this moment.

Three days ago, he was still a menial servant in the alchemy room who had been kicked down the mountain by her.

Qin Mo has now entered the Golden Core Realm and can even escape unscathed from the divine sense of the Corpse King of Burial Valley.

Su Qingyi gripped the sword hilt, her knuckles gradually tightening.

Just how many secrets does this man hold?

After everyone had retreated several miles, Qin Mo turned around and glanced back.

The black mist still hung over the Burial Valley, and all the corpses inside were kneeling on the ground. Even the giant hand that had stretched out of the valley had retracted.

The contents inside have not yet been recovered.

Qin Mo did not relax; instead, he quickened his pace.

At the same time, in the deepest part of the Burial Valley.

The churning black mist was pressed to the ground by a black stone palace.

Deep within the palace stood a blood-red throne. Yu Linglong rose from the pool of blood behind the throne, her long hair cascading down to her waist.

She raised her hand, and the black mist in front of her gathered into a water mirror.

The mirror reflected Qin Mo's departing figure.

Yu Linglong stared at the five-colored qi and blood emanating from his body, her gaze gradually changing.

"Supreme Five Elements Dao Body".

She stuck out her tongue and licked the bloodstains from her lips, her gaze falling on Qin Mo.

"This physical body cannot remain outside."

Four demon servants knelt beneath the throne.

They were bound in black chains and immediately kowtowed upon hearing the command.

"Bring him back, bring him alive to me, the Holy Maiden."

The four demon servants rose at the same time, their figures disappearing into the black mist.

Yu Linglong put away the water mirror and placed her palm on the armrest of the throne.

After years of slumber, she finally encountered something worth paying attention to herself.

Meanwhile, Qin Mo and his group had already left the Burial Valley.

After walking along a mountain path, the communication talisman on Luo Xiaoman's waist suddenly lit up.

Dense roars of beasts emanated from within, interspersed with the sounds of magical artifacts clashing.

"Little sister, answer me!"

Luo Zhenyue's voice was hoarse, filled with barely suppressed anger.

Luo Xiaoman's expression changed, and she quickly pinched the communication talisman.

"Brother, I'm still alive, please listen to me first."

She had barely finished speaking when a loud bang came from inside.

Luo Zhenyue's voice rang out again: "I'm dismantling the Xiao family's doors! Whoever touches you will pay with their life!"

The communication talisman immediately went dark.

Luo Xiaoman stood there, stunned, her hand holding the talisman trembling.

She finally understood that her brother thought she had died in Leize, so he led the people of Beast King Valley to attack the Xiao Clan's territory.

"My brother is still fighting the Xiao family."

She looked up, her eyes already red.

"I have to go and stop him."

As soon as she finished speaking, Luo Xiaoman put away the communication talisman and turned to rush westward.

Qin Mo caught up in one step.

Hua Meiniang didn't ask any more questions and followed closely behind him.

Cang Wuyue protected Luo Xiaoman on the other side. Luo Xiaoman was too fast, and the group could only chase after her.

Su Qingyi and the others stayed behind, watching the departing figures.

Shen Ruoyan touched the damaged flying sword and reminded Su Qingyi not to get involved in the battle between the Xiao family and the Beast King Valley.

Su Qingyi, however, only looked in the direction Qin Mo had left.

She paused for a moment, then turned and gave the order.

"Go to the Xiao family's residence."

This conflict involves two major forces, and neither side will let go of the opportunity to observe.

Besides, she wanted to see Qin Mo again.

Half an hour later, the roars of beasts coming from afar grew louder and louder.

The forest was knocked down in large sections, and mud and gravel rolled down the hillside.

Qin Mo crossed a mountain ridge, and the Xiao clan's encampment ahead was already surrounded by a herd of beasts.

The black-armored rhinoceros crashed into the protective light barrier of the mountain, its giant horn creating large ripples.

The golden-feathered eagle swooped down from the sky, its sharp talons causing the array patterns to shake violently.

Dozens of Core Formation beasts guarded the surrounding area, effectively turning the Xiao family's residence into an isolated island.

In the center of the beast horde, Luo Zhenyue held a black iron halberd and stood on a yellowish-brown dragon beast.

He was tall, his robes were burned through by the flames, and he had a wound on his shoulder, but he never stopped wielding his halberd.

Xiao Duanyue rushed out from the camp, pressing down with flames in his palm, and nine pillars of fire simultaneously blasted towards Luo Zhenyue.

Luo Zhenyue swept his halberd across the room.

The halberd shattered the pillar of fire, and the remaining force struck Xiao Duanyue's chest.

Xiao Duanyue retreated more than ten steps, leaving a series of cracks in the ground beneath his feet.

All the cultivators around looked over.

Luo Zhenyue shook off the sparks from his halberd, the sound echoing throughout the mountains and fields.

"People of the Xiao family, hand over my sister!"

Xiao Duanyue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face grim.

"What does her death in the ruins have to do with my Xiao family?"

Luo Zhenyue's eyes turned bloodshot, and his halberd dragged across the ground, carving a deep trench.

"I don't care where she died. If it was anyone from your Xiao family who did it, I'll settle the score with you!"

After saying that, he stepped down.

Earth and rocks surged up from the ground, solidifying into an earthen dragon tens of feet long.

Luo Zhenyue stood atop the dragon's head, his halberd pointing towards the Xiao family's territory, leading the beast horde straight towards the defensive light barrier.

Xiao Duanyue hurriedly returned to the formation and, together with several other Nascent Soul cultivators from the Xiao family, activated the formation plates.

The Nine Phoenix Burning Star Array rose, and a large area of ​​firelight pressed down on the mountain gate.

The earth dragon charged into the sea of ​​fire, its body cracking and burning, but Luo Zhenyue continued forward despite the heat.

He swung his halberd and used the momentum to smash it against the defensive light shield above the camp.

boom!

The entire Xiao family compound shook.

The array patterns emerged from mid-air, and the defensive light shield was dented inward by the impact.

Several Xiao family disciples with lower cultivation levels immediately knelt down, and the magical artifacts in their hands fell to the ground.

Qin Mo stood at a distance, not making a move immediately.

Luo Xiaoman had already rushed into the horde of beasts and was running towards her brother.

Hua Meiniang and Cang Wuyue protected her from behind, preventing the Xiao family cultivators from taking advantage of the chaos to launch a sneak attack.

Su Qingyi led the women of Yunyu Palace to the ridge, just in time to see Luo Zhenyue raise his halberd and crash into the defensive light barrier once again.

The impact caused several fine cracks to appear on the surface of the light shield.

Luo Zhenyue did not stop; his arm muscles were tense, and the earthen dragon beneath his feet raised its head and let out a long roar.

"If my sister loses even a single hair, I'll tear down your Xiao family's ancestral home today!"

The second halberd crashed down.

Above the Xiao family's residence, the defensive array began to shake violently.

The cultivators watching from all sides retreated, fearing they would be swept up in the beast tide and fire formation.