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

Qin Mo's shoe sole was only half an inch away from Yu Linglong's lower back, and his entire leg was suspended in mid-air.

He gritted his teeth and pressed down, his legs remaining motionless.

You can't pull your leg back.

The air around him condensed into one solid mass, sealing him inside from head to toe.

The five colors of qi and blood are chaotically colliding in the meridians, but they just can't break through this layer of skin and flesh.

His chest felt heavier and heavier, and he opened his mouth to inhale, but only managed to take in half a breath.

The person on the throne didn't even sit up straight.

Qin Mo's back was covered in sweat.

He could smash Yu Linglong's nascent soul incarnation with a single punch.

This person only had a thought in mind; he couldn't even blink properly.

Yu Linglong, who was at the bottom of the pit, pushed herself up and got up.

She tossed her disheveled black hair back, stared at the immobile Qin Mo, and smirked.

The next moment, she twisted her waist, spun around a full circle, and slapped Qin Mo's chest with her right leg, sending a gust of wind through the air.

"Bang!"

Qin Mo was sent flying backward, his back slamming into a dragon-carved pillar, and he slid down the pillar to the ground.

A fishy, ​​sweet taste rose to my throat.

Not a single speck of dust fell from that pillar.

The force that had been holding him in place finally dissipated.

A section of snow-white calf was revealed through the slit in her black dress. Yu Linglong lowered her head and covered it with the hem of her skirt, her smile gradually turning into a ruthless one.

"Keep stomping! Weren't you stomping with gusto just now?"

Before she could finish speaking, she pounced on him, the demonic fire in her palm surging upwards.

He dismantled the water prison's formation and then stepped into a pit in the Demon Palace, all in front of a group of Netherworld Cult members.

She couldn't swallow this insult.

If she doesn't teach this man a lesson today, making him kneel and call her "sister," then she'll have wasted her time as a saint.

The empress on the throne shook two fingers.

"return."

Yu Linglong's foot stopped on the floor tiles, just one step away from Qin Mo, and the demonic fire in her palm was extinguished with a "poof".

Qin Mo stood up, leaning against a pillar, and brushed the dust off his chest.

"Is that all the strength you've got? I thought you were going to kick me into the wall. Next time you want to kick me, pick a softer spot."

Yu Linglong's face turned red from her neck to her ears, and she opened her mouth twice, but couldn't utter a single word.

Once the ancestor gave the order, she dared not move her hands no matter how itchy they were.

The Empress waved her right hand downwards.

A ball of black and red demonic light rose from the center of the main hall, and images slowly appeared within the light.

A city stands between heaven and earth, its walls bathed in a white, ethereal light.

The city gates were wide open, and waves of cultivators squeezed in desperately, not even bothering to pick up their shoes when they lost them.

Qin Mo took half a step forward.

He recognized some of the people in the crowd.

Sikong Ji carried the Purple Lightning Longbow at the front, Shen Ruoyan supported Xu Qingqing, and Hua Meiniang followed behind, swaying her hips.

Cang Wuyue clutched the Ancestral Master's Token, while Luo Xiaoman looked around.

The group of people crossed the city gate and were instantly swallowed up by the divine light.

Qin Mo clenched his fists, the knuckles cracking as he spoke.

He remembered every single word the female immortal and the empress said in heaven.

That city is like a pocket; you take one in and it's taken away.

The Empress yawned.

"That's all the humans are good for. Throw a bone in and you'll burrow in, only to become fertilizer for that woman."

Qin Mo turned around, his throat tight.

"What kind of fertilizer?"

Before the Empress could reply, he felt a heat between his brows, and his Qiankun Dharma Eye opened directly to the top of his head.

These eyes can see through the array's core and disguises; even Cang Wuyue's disguise as a man couldn't fool them.

But this time, the throne was still shrouded in black mist.

He forced himself to look inside, his eyes bulging and stinging, before he could barely make out that the person sitting in the fog was a woman, her waist leaning to one side.

Further in, you can't see anything at all.

The empress turned her head and looked at him directly for the first time.

"You dare to look at me with eyes nurtured by my demonic energy?"

Qin Mo felt a chill run down his neck, and his feet went numb from her gaze.

In that battle in his sea of ​​consciousness, he used the Transformation Furnace to steal and devour countless immortal and demonic powers; everyone knows exactly how much.

The Empress shook her head and sighed.

"See? Take a few more glances. Anyway, how you'll die is already decided."

It's settled?

Who decided that?

Which day should it be?

Qin Mo's mind was a complete mess. He wanted to curse, but he opened his mouth and then closed it again.

The scene in the magic light flickered and switched to the city.

In every street and alley, shouts, cries, and curses mingled together.

A window of a restaurant shattered, and the one-armed old man fell from the second floor, crashing onto the bluestone street, his iron crutch rolling a long way.

A golden armored warrior stepped out of the building. The armor was empty, with two golden flames burning around his eyes. He carried a golden halberd in his hand.

It walked up to Lao Xiu, raised its halberd, and then brought it down.

Old Xiu didn't even utter a sound before his body dissipated into a pool of blood mist.

A bright light emerged from the blood mist, flew over the rooftops, entered the white jade palace in the city, and landed in the array plate in the immortal's palm.

Two streets apart, Xiao Duanyue held his Nascent Soul in front of him, flanked by two golden immortal generals on either side.

With a twist of the halberd, half of the transformed body shattered.

Xiao Duanyue coughed up blood as he crawled into the alley, a long gash torn open on the back of his brocade robe.

Orbs of light flew in from all directions, one after another plunging into the array plate.

The nine rings spun faster and faster, making a buzzing sound.

The ground, walls, and eaves of the entire city were illuminated by array patterns, one after another.

The celestial light atop the city increased several times over, and the spiritual energy from the ruins poured into the city, causing the vegetation on the mountains outside to wither and turn yellow in the blink of an eye.

The camera zooms out.

The twelve sections sank one by one, and the sky above them cracked open in countless places.

Above the peak of Taixu, cracks tore open one after another, and the entire ruins pressed down from the cracks, forcibly falling onto the ground of the Eastern Continent.

The bronze gate standing atop the mountain was lifted up by a force and tumbled away a great distance.

A black crack swept down from the sky, splitting the top of Mount Taixu in two.

Palaces collapsed one after another, and dust billowed high into the air.

The cultivators on the mountain scattered and fled for their lives. Those who were slow were swept into the crevice and were left without even a bone.

The old monsters at the Nascent Soul stage on the cloud stared with their mouths agape, unable to close them for a long time.

A rogue cultivator in the crowd shouted at the top of his lungs.

"The Lost Realm has fallen into our hands; from now on, anyone can go in and collect treasures!"

Qin Mo felt a pang of sympathy in his teeth.

These people are still happy.

Shen Ruoyan's snow-white skin and Hua Meiniang's slender waist were both found in that city.

The person who was nestled in his arms and whining for his master just a few days ago would never sleep a wink for the rest of his life if he were smashed into a bloody mist by that golden nugget.

But that female immortal can rival the one on the throne.

If someone wanted to kill him, it would be as easy as lifting an eyelid.

Qin Mo scanned the heads in the image one by one.

Su Qingyi is not here.

Xiao Qinghuang was not there either.

One crushed the jade talisman and ran away, while the other chased after Yu Linglong out of the cave. He had no clue where they were at the moment.

Qin Mo let out a breath and loosened his fist.

There's no use in rushing, let's see first.

On the side of the scene, there were people riding on beams of light rushing towards the city gate, afraid that they would miss out on the treasure if they were a step too late.

Even with their heads stuck under the guillotine, they still complained that the blade was falling too slowly.

An arm suddenly landed on his shoulder.

Yu Linglong moved closer to him without him noticing, and breathed warm air into his ear.

"Feeling sorry for them? Can't bear to part with those lovely girls in the city?"

Qin Mo grabbed her wrist and turned his head to stare straight at her.

"Do you have a way to get him out?"