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

As the lightning struck, the Heavenly Pill Pavilion's spirit boat was pierced through first.

The chains of Danhuo on the ship snapped, Lei Qianyao's chest armor cracked, and he crashed from mid-air into the mud.

The ground was smashed into a large crater. He had just propped himself up when Sikong Ji was already standing in front of him.

She stepped on Lei Qianyao's wrist, and purple lightning crawled along his meridians.

Lei Qianyao coughed up blood, but still forced himself to lift his head: "You dare touch me? I am the Holy Son of the Heavenly Pill Pavilion!"

Sikong Ji did not answer, but clenched his fist and punched him in the stomach.

The force of the punch penetrated through the armor and rushed directly into the dantian.

Lei Qianyao's golden core shattered on the spot, and his spiritual energy became completely chaotic.

Before he could even scream, Sikong Ji's second punch landed on his back.

The sound of bones cracking came one after another.

His body was bent over from the blows, his spine was broken into several pieces, his legs lost all strength on the spot, and blood kept gushing from his mouth.

Lei Shengzi, who was just selecting female cultivators on the spirit boat, couldn't even stand up now.

Sikong Ji withdrew his fist and looked down at him: "Your mouth is foul; there's no point in keeping it."

Lei Qianyao's arrogance vanished completely.

He struggled to crawl backward, leaving several bloody marks on the muddy ground with his palms.

"Stop, Fairy Sikong, it was all a misunderstanding."

Cang Lingxiao stood at a distance, his black sword still sheathed, and his tone offered no dissuasion, "Lei Qianyao is courting death. If you kill him, the Heavenly Pill Pavilion will not let you off the hook."

He offered words of advice, but his feet remained rooted to the spot.

Cang Jin also did not make a move, and even took a few steps back.

He stared at Lei Qianyao, his eyes filled with calculation.

Lei Qianyao's expression changed completely when he saw this.

"Brother Cang, save me!"

Cang Lingxiao looked away: "You've caused this mess, so clean it up yourself."

Lei Qianyao was so angry that he trembled all over.

He had just considered the people from the Azure Dragon Sect as helpers, but now he realized that these two had no intention of saving him at all.

Sikong Ji raised his hand, his five fingers gripping his neck, and lifted him out of the mud.

Lei Qianyao's feet left the ground, his hands desperately pulling at her arms, his face filled with panic.

"My master is the head of the Heavenly Pill Pavilion. If you kill me, the entire Heavenly Pill Pavilion will hunt you down!"

Sikong Ji looked into his eyes: "When you arrested that person just now, didn't you think about the consequences?"

Lei Qianyao forced out a sound: "Let me go, and I'll give you the spirit boat and the storage ring!"

Sikong Ji tightened his grip.

"What will you offer to save your life?"

Click.

The sound of a neck bone breaking echoed across the hillside.

Lei Qianyao's head tilted to one side, and his body became completely still.

Sikong Jisong released his grip, and his body fell back to the muddy ground. His storage ring rolled several feet away and crashed into a pile of rubble.

All the disciples of Tiandan Pavilion froze.

Their holy son is dead.

He died in front of everyone, without even a chance for his nascent soul to escape.

At this moment, the lightning that had been covering Sikong Ji's face dissipated, and the black veil covering her face was swept away by the airflow, revealing a beautiful face.

Cang Wuyue was stunned.

Shen Ruoyan also raised her head and stared at that face for a moment.

"Sikong Ji?"

Once these three words spread, chaos immediately ensued.

What's even more unbelievable is that her aura has already stepped back into the half-step Nascent Soul realm.

Sikong Ji ignored the reactions of the crowd.

She turned and walked to Su Qingyi's side, raised her hand and waved the healing pills that had fallen into the mud to her.

Su Qingyi caught the pill, swallowed it directly, and sat down cross-legged against the mountain rocks.

Her white hair fell to the ground, and the sword intent was still surging within her body, but she made no sound.

Sikong Ji turned around, and the thunder energy in his palm gathered again.

The disciples of Tiandan Pavilion finally came to their senses and began to summon their magical artifacts.

"Kill her, avenge the Holy Son!"

More than a dozen alchemy furnaces and fire swords rose into the air at the same time, and a large area of ​​crimson flames pressed down on Sikong Ji.

She raised her hand and pressed it against the void, and a dense barrage of lightning immediately fell from the sky above Lei Ze.

The lightning passed through the magical artifacts and struck the bodies of the disciples.

The protective aura shattered one after another, and the screams were quickly drowned out by even stronger thunder.

Some people fell to the ground, and others rolled off the funeral boat, their robes burned to black ash.

The Tian Dan Pavilion's team was reduced to corpses scattered all over the ground.

Luo Xiaoman's eyes lit up, and she quickly called out to Sikong Ji, "Sister Sikong, Cang Lingxiao and Cang Jin are watching the show too! They were just about to capture us, don't let them go!"

Hua Meiniang raised her hand and pressed down on her shoulder: "You dare to order anyone around."

Luo Xiaoman pulled her hand away: "They deserved to be beaten!"

Sikong Ji turned his head to look at Cang Lingxiao, who was ten feet away.

Cang Lingxiao gripped the black blade, and the dragon patterns on his armor were fully illuminated.

He glanced at Lei Qianyao's corpse and said in a deep voice, "You killed someone from the Heavenly Pill Pavilion, and you still want to die?"

Sikong Ji raised the Purple Lightning Longbow, and the bowstring tightened on its own.

"Anyone blocking the way must move aside."

Cang Lingxiao's face darkened, and the pressure of his half-step Nascent Soul cultivation spread out, causing large sections of the ground beneath his feet to crack.

Cang Jin also took out his spear and blocked Sikong Ji's retreat.

Sikong Jisong drew the bowstring.

A lightning arrow shot out, accompanied by a sky full of sparks, and Cang Lingxiao met it head-on with his sword.

The two forces collided in the middle of the hillside, and lightning and sword energy burst forth simultaneously, sending nearby rocks flying.

Cang Wuyue pulled Luo Xiaoman back, while Shen Ruoyan stood guard in front of Su Qingyi.

"Don't come near."

Shen Ruoyan stared at the two fighting, "That's a battle we can't interfere with anymore."

Sikong Ji stepped into the lightning, and the purple lightning longbow in her hand transformed into a lightning blade, aiming straight for Cang Lingxiao's chest.

Another major battle broke out on the hillside.

On the other side, Qin Mo was escorted by Xiao Qinghuang into the southern mountains and forests.

The Primordial Sword Intent pressed down on his back, and with each step he took, his shoulder bones bore heavy pressure.

Xiao Qinghuang held the Primordial Returning Origin Sword, its tip pressed against the back of his neck.

Where is Chu Wuming hiding?

Her tone was filled with murderous intent.

Qin Mo raised his hand and pushed aside the dead branches blocking his path: "Ahead."

"You'd better not try anything funny."

Xiao Qinghuang's sword essence is still sealed within his body.

But she didn't realize that the sword energy that had entered her meridians was disappearing one strand at a time.

Deep within Qin Mo's dantian, the Qiankun Transformation Furnace continued to rotate.

The Primordial Sword Essence was refined by the furnace fire, transforming into pure power that flowed into the five-colored golden elixir along the meridians.

The previously sealed spiritual energy gradually recovered, and even the damaged blood and qi became active again.

Qin Mo suppressed the commotion within his body and continued to maintain his weak appearance.

Xiao Qinghuang had already reached the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, but he still hadn't figured out his opponent's trump cards.

Now that things have turned sour, it's hard to say who will win.

After walking for about half an incense stick's time, a dark hole appeared in the mountain wall ahead.

A cold wind blew continuously from the cave, carrying a putrid stench.

The broken bones at the cave entrance were blown around, and occasionally the sound of stones falling to the ground could be heard from deep within.

Qin Mo stopped outside the cave.

"Chu Wuming is inside."

Xiao Qinghuang stared at the black hole, raising the Primordial Returning Origin Sword in her hand slightly: "Lead the way."

Qin Mo did not move.

Xiao Qinghuang pushed her sword forward half an inch, lowering her voice: "Do I have to pay you again?"

Qin Mo turned to look at her, his face still showing some fatigue: "Senior's cultivation is so high, if I really encounter Chu Wuming after entering, I won't be able to withstand the aftershocks."

"Stop talking nonsense."

She raised her hand to block Qin Mo's escape route, forcing him into the cave entrance.