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

The sword intent only opened up a few feet of open space, and the women of Yunyu Palace were still trapped on the hillside.

The chains of fire pressed down in mid-air, and the magical artifacts on both sides were aimed at them.

No matter where Shen Ruoyan retreated, she could feel the killing intent closing in on her.

But what she was most worried about at that moment was Su Qingyi in front of her.

That aura stopped at the peak of the Golden Core stage.

Her long, snow-white hair cascaded down her shoulders, and Su Qingyi's hand holding the sword was remarkably steady. Even when she looked at her fellow disciples, her gaze remained unchanged.

Shen Ruoyan felt a tightness in her chest.

She had seen Su Qingyi coldly reject people before, but she had never seen such a look in her eyes.

The deeper you practice the Forget-Your-Heart Technique, the harder it is for emotions to remain.

Now, by forcibly activating the secret technique, Su Qingyi suppressed even her remaining emotions.

Her cultivation level had improved, but she dared not recognize the person.

She dared not think about how much cultivation Su Qingyi would retain after the secret technique ended.

Now all her escape routes are blocked, and she can't even leave with him.

Fang Qing gripped her sleeve tightly, the sweat on his palms already soaking into the fabric.

Cang Lingxiao raised an eyebrow: "Peak Golden Core stage? You burned your foundation, and this is all the cultivation you got?"

He didn't move forward.

Dragon patterns lit up on the surface of the armor, and the spiritual pressure of a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator spread along the hillside, once again pressing down on the open space.

Su Qingyi's sword has arrived.

The sword was stopped a foot from his throat. A dark blue dragon coiled up from the armor, its body protecting his chest and back, its claws gripping the sword's light.

Azure Dragon True Skill!

Shen Ruoyan recognized this martial art.

The disciples of the Azure Dragon Sect rely on it for protection. Under the same level, ordinary flying swords can hardly even cut through the dragon's shadow.

The ear-piercing crash echoed across the hillside.

The long sword in Su Qingyi's hand was knocked off course, and two furrows were plowed into the ground beneath her feet.

Before she could even stand up straight, Cang Lingxiao reached out and grabbed her shoulder from a distance.

The five powerful energies struck down, only shattering the afterimages left in their original positions.

Cang Lingxiao's hand stopped.

Several figures appeared on his left and right sides, their swords flashing and striking the dragon shadow one after another.

Su Qingyi spun faster and faster, and Shen Ruoyan could no longer distinguish which one was the real body.

As the dragon's shadow blocked the sword's edge in front of it, a thin, long sword light suddenly appeared on its back.

That was the spot where the swords had struck repeatedly before.

The dragon's body split open, and the sword pierced through it!

Shen Ruoyan raised her hand holding the sword.

Did they succeed?

Snow-white long hair appeared behind Cang Lingxiao. Su Qingyi thrust her sword straight at his back, but the sword bent down and the tip could no longer be pushed.

Fine black scales were revealed through the gaps in the armor pried open by the sword.

Cang Lingxiao didn't even bleed.

The dragon's roar made Shen Ruoyan's ears ache.

The dark blue dragon shadow suddenly grew larger. Su Qingyi held her sword horizontally in front of her, but was still thrown several feet away by that force.

The outer armor on Cang Lingxiao's back was torn open, revealing another close-fitting suit of armor underneath.

The black scales were layered upon each other, and the sword mark on them was now just a faint imprint.

Cang Wuyue gritted her teeth: "Azure Dragon Reverse Scale Armor! This thing can withstand a blow from a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage!"

Shen Ruoyan's breathing became disordered.

Su Qingyi risked damaging her foundation to find a chance to get close, but was blocked by this precious armor.

The Azure Dragon Sect is even willing to take out such a precious treasure!

Cang Jin stepped back half a step, blocking the mountain path behind him.

Lei Qianyao on the ship unfolded his folding fan again, and the disciples of Tiandan Pavilion laughed out loud.

Cang Lingxiao returned the black sword to its sheath, and a large black gold seal flew out from his sleeve.

The dragon head on top of the seal rotates downwards, crushing the pebbles on the ground into powder one after another.

Shen Ruoyan stepped forward: "Qingyi, get out of the way!"

The seal had already passed the dragon's shadow and pressed down on Su Qingyi's head.

Before the seal could even be placed, the stone at her feet sank into the mud.

Her shoes were also pressed down, and the long sword slashed across the ground, severing the pulling force, before she could pull herself away from the imprint.

Su Qingyi drew her sword and retreated, her white hair brushing against the still-falling seal.

The ink splattered against the hem of her skirt and slammed into the ground, causing the entire hillside to sink.

Boom!

The soil and rocks ripped up from the point of impact, creating several cracks that stretched towards the women's feet.

Shen Ruoyan pulled Fang Qing back, and the hundred-zhang-high mountain in front of them had already sunk.

A deep pit was revealed.

Su Qingyi retreated outside the pit, but her body swayed twice.

Blood dripped from her mouth and onto the back of her hand holding the sword, but she didn't even lift her hand to wipe it away.

There was still no sign of pain on that face.

But Shen Ruoyan could sense that the sword intent protecting her was dissipating, and the power she gained by burning her blood and qi was no longer enough to withstand the second attack.

Cang Lingxiao raised his right hand, and the seal was pulled out of the mud and rocks, with the bottom of the seal once again aligned with Su Qingyi.

Shen Ruoyan immediately brandished her sword: "Don't let him hit you again!"

The flying sword swept across the deep pit, slashing towards Cang Lingxiao's raised arm.

Hua Meiniang's blood needles followed closely, bypassing Long Ying and aiming specifically for his face.

Xu Qingqing and Fang Qing also unleashed their magical artifacts.

A red ring and a short ruler simultaneously rose into the air and crashed down from the left and right.

They couldn't damage the armor, but they could force him to stop his attack.

If Su Qingyi can weather this attack, she will have a chance to catch her breath.

Cang Lingxiao didn't even lower his arm; with a flick of his palm, the black gold seal slammed into him.

The dragon's shadow stretched along the seal's body, and the flying sword was knocked away first.

The dense array of blood needles snapped, the pill ring struck the short ruler, and the two magical artifacts rolled into the rubble together.

Shen Ruoyan felt a sharp pain in her chest, and unable to suppress the urge to vomit blood, she coughed it up on the spot.

Before she could catch her breath, the remaining force had already rushed through the pit and crashed into everyone.

Her feet left the ground, and her back slammed into the rocks. The pebbles embedded themselves in her wounds, causing her to feel dizzy with pain.

Hua Meiniang fell to her left, her sleeves soaked with blood.

Xu Qingqing and Fang Qing were also thrown out. Cang Wuyue and Luo Xiaoman each caught one of them, but they were still dragged back several steps.

The four magical artifacts were scattered in various places, and they couldn't even force Cang Lingxiao to retreat.

Shen Ruoyan braced herself against the ground and tried twice before she could stand up.

The flying sword fell three zhang away. She tried to recall it, but the sword only moved slightly.

The spiritual energy within his body was in complete chaos, causing him to gasp for breath in pain when his meridians were affected, and he couldn't even form a protective spiritual shield.

She wanted to help Su Qingyi, but her legs wouldn't obey her.

Su Qingyi stood at the edge of the pit, her sword-wielding hand drooping slightly, her snow-white hair smeared with mud.

Laughter came from the spirit boat.

Lei Qianyao waved his folding fan: "Still dared to rush in and make a move? Now you're convinced!"

The disciples of the Azure Dragon Sect surrounded them again, their magical artifacts leaping over the deep pit and aimed at the injured women.

Cang Jin kicked away the short ruler on the ground, his eyes fixed on the Ancestral Master's Decree.

Shen Ruoyan turned her head, supporting herself on the rocks.

Cang Wuyue put away the Ancestral Master's Token and stood in front of Fang Qing.

Behind Luo Xiaoman is Xu Qingqing, and the two of them have not yet used their magical artifacts.

Sikong Ji stood still, his purple-lightning longbow hanging at his side, hesitant to release an arrow.

Why is she still waiting?

Shen Ruoyan opened her mouth, but suddenly noticed the lightning pattern on the back of Sikong Ji's hand.

The originally scattered purple light is now gathering along the meridians, gradually connecting to the bow's body.

Lei Qianyao, beaming with smugness, said, "Cang Wuyue, crawl over here holding the token! Luo Xiaoman, and the one with the bow, kneel down! Don't wait until I deal with you myself!"

Sikong Ji looked up at the bow of the ship.

A hint of mockery appeared on that face that had remained expressionless until now.

Sikong Ji let out a cold laugh.