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

The water dragon raised its head, and the scales on its belly lit up at the same time.

The fire dragon opened its mouth wide, and the lava-like flames illuminated the cave.

The two ferocious dragons abandoned Xiao Qinghuang and fixed all four of their eyes on Qin Mo.

Qin Mo took a half step back, and the five-colored blood energy surged to his fist.

"They recognized you."

Xiao Qinghuang gripped the Primordial Returning Origin Sword tightly, pressing her sword domain forward.

Qin Mo glanced at the Yin-Yang Harmony Lotus and immediately withdrew his qi and blood.

"Don't rush to kill."

Xiao Qinghuang turned her head to the side, and the sword's edge stopped just past his shoulder.

"You still want to subdue them?"

Qin Mo did not answer, and moved his body close to the rock wall.

Two ferocious dragons guarded the flower, blocking the entrance to the cave.

The tremors outside grew stronger, and rocks continued to fall, causing several cracks to appear in the cave ceiling.

Something big has happened above.

As soon as Qin Mo looked up, a deep rumble came from afar.

The force pierced through the mountain, causing the water and firelight inside the cave to pause momentarily.

At the same time, two more people appeared in front of the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons.

The Netherworld Cult Leader led Murong Yi up the steps.

Both men were wounded, their robes stained with blood, and most of their disciples behind them were dead or injured.

Yu Linglong stood by the palace gate, the magic lamp in her hand illuminating their faces.

The Netherworld Cult Leader took out a black token and knelt down.

"The lineage of the Netherworld seeks to return to its ancestral home."

She lowered her head, and the magic runes on the token lit up one by one.

Murong Yi also knelt down, his shoulders bowed low.

The Nine Netherworld Demon Empress stared at the token for a long time before raising her hand to withdraw the demonic energy.

"Your branch hasn't died out yet."

The Netherworld Cult Leader's throat bobbed, and his forehead pressed against the stone steps.

"Please, Empress, grant me the law."

The Nine Netherworld Demon Empress raised her hand, and two streaks of black and red demonic light immediately flew out from the depths of the Myriad Demon Palace.

The demonic light descended and poured directly into the bodies of the Netherworld Cult Master and Murong Yi.

The Netherworld Cult Leader shuddered, and the golden core in his dantian cracked open.

She gritted her teeth and remained silent. The fragments of her golden core were swept up by the demonic energy and reformed into a nascent soul figure.

Murong Yi's wounds were rapidly healing, and his previously stagnant cultivation level was steadily rising.

The auras of the two surged simultaneously, causing the cultivators at the foot of the mountain to look up.

Some people hid in areas shrouded in divine light to cultivate in seclusion, while others swallowed spiritual medicines to forcefully break through to higher realms.

More and more people are staying away from the Temple of Ten Thousand Demons, fearing that demonic energy will invade their bodies.

The Netherworld Cult Master opened his eyes, and a demonic rune had appeared on his palm.

The Nascent Soul has been formed.

Murong Yi also stood up at this moment, his face regained its color, and a ferocious demonic shadow rose up behind him.

Looking at the two of them, Yu Linglong felt even more apprehensive.

The demonic light bestowed casually by the Nine Netherworld Demon Empress can enable Golden Core cultivators to cross the Nascent Soul stage.

At this moment, Qin Mo, inside the cave, was unaware of the changes happening outside.

Two ferocious dragons, one from water and the other from fire, charged in simultaneously.

Waves of water crashed down from the left, while pillars of fire swept in from the right, filling the entire stone chamber with two forces.

Xiao Qinghuang took a step forward, and the Primordial Sword Domain spread out.

The sword energy sliced ​​through the water waves, only to be shattered by the pillar of fire.

Using the momentum, she leaped up and slashed at the fire dragon's neck with her sword.

Qin Mo rushed out from the other side, his five-colored fist energy slamming into the water dragon's belly.

Just as the fist was about to land, the Yin-Yang Lotus suddenly closed.

The flower's core spewed out a cloud of grayish-white mist, while the demonic energy of water and fire surged back simultaneously, directly slamming Qin Mo and Xiao Qinghuang apart.

Qin Mo crashed into the rock wall, and his throat tasted sweet.

Just as he was about to get up, the stone door on the side was suddenly pushed open.

Su Qingyi entered the cave.

Her white clothes were stained with mud and water, the broken sword in her hand was cracked, and her complexion was worse than before.

She was clearly injured, and her walking was heavier than usual.

She glanced around the cave, first seeing Qin Mo, then looking at Xiao Qinghuang.

The two stood on either side of the Yin-Yang Lotus.

Su Qingyi tightened her grip on the sword.

"Qin Mo, what are you doing here?"

Qin Mo raised his hand to block the falling rocks, his voice low.

"It's dangerous here, let's move outside."

Su Qingyi did not back down.

Her gaze fell upon the Yin-Yang Lotus, and she took a step forward.

That medicinal herb was exactly what she was looking for on this trip.

Xie Wufeng lay in the pile of rocks behind the water dragon.

He had a broken leg, and blood was constantly seeping from his chest.

Upon seeing Su Qingyi appear, he used the broken sword to prop himself up.

"Junior Sister Su, save me!"

Su Qingyi stopped in her tracks.

Xie Wufeng took out a jade bottle from his storage bag, which contained three cyan pills.

"This is a Rejuvenating Pill; it can heal your injuries. I'll give it to you; take me away."

He held the jade bottle high, his arm trembling violently.

Su Qingyi stared at the jade bottle, walked up to him, and took it.

Xie Wufeng breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to speak, half of the broken sword pierced his chest.

His body froze on the spot, his hand still in the gesture of handing over the medicine.

"you……"

Su Qingyi withdrew the broken sword and put the jade bottle into her sleeve.

"I'll take the medicine."

Xie Wufeng opened his mouth, then collapsed into the pile of rubble, never to rise again.

Qin Mo glanced at the corpse, his eyebrows twitching.

After Su Qingyi cultivated the Forget-Heart Technique, she became indeed more decisive in her actions.

The water dragon suddenly let out a low growl.

The fire dragon also raised its head at the same moment.

The two ferocious dragons opened their mouths and spewed out mist.

The mixture of grayish-white and crimson, carrying a sweet, fishy smell, surged rapidly along the ground.

Qin Mo's expression changed.

"Don't inhale."

The warning came too late.

As the mist entered the nostrils of the three, the five-colored golden core within Qin Mo's body immediately accelerated its rotation.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace vibrated, and the Qiankun Qi within it surged forth, attempting to refine away anything that had invaded its body.

But this force is too strange.

It does not harm the meridians or damage cultivation; it specifically arouses the most primal desires of the human body.

Qin Mo felt a heat rising in his chest, and his breathing became erratic.

The blood and qi that had just been suppressed rushed to his limbs, and even his palms began to feel numb.

Xiao Qinghuang's sword tip deflected, landing on the ground and leaving a long mark.

She raised her hand to her collar, her fair face flushed, and her breathing became rapid.

Su Qingyi could no longer stand steadily.

She leaned against the stone wall, her broken sword hanging by her side, her usually aloof expression finally disrupted.

She glanced at Qin Mo, then immediately looked away, but her ears were already bright red.

"What is this?"

Xiao Qinghuang's voice was strained.

Qin Mo gritted his teeth, and the furnace fire spun continuously in his dantian.

"The duality of Yin and Yang induces the miasma of passion."

Su Qingyi gripped the sword hilt tightly, but her body did not regain its balance.

Can you solve this?

"Undergoing decoding."

Qin Mo sat down cross-legged, and the Qi of Heaven and Earth transformed into fine streams, flowing back and forth through his meridians.

The heat had just been suppressed when it surged forth again from the depths of his dantian, even affecting his soul.

This fog is far more potent than ordinary sleeping pills.

Xiao Qinghuang took a step back, her heel hitting a rock.

She raised her sword and pointed it at Qin Mo, but the tip of the sword wobbled a few times and she couldn't lock on.

Su Qingyi also retreated to the other side.

The cave was only that big, and the three of them were only a few feet apart.

The water and fire dragons blocked the exit, but the Yin-Yang Lotus continued to exhale mist.

Qin Mo looked up at the two women.

Xiao Qinghuang's hand holding the sword trembled, and Su Qingyi's breathing became heavier and heavier.

Both of them were suppressing the medicinal power, but the heat still surged upwards along their meridians.