Immortal Mansion: With mediocre qualifications, I have no choice but to live forever

"Why are you here now?"

Zhou Yiqiao looked at Chu Tianxing, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Cough cough..."

Chu Tianxing coughed weakly and explained.

"Following your order, I always take a detour when I see monsters along the way."

"But my strength is too low, so I have to hide. If the Netherworld Sect hadn't been victorious and the number of monsters decreased a lot, I might have postponed it for a long time."

Chu Tianxing is Zhou Yiqiao's external incarnation, but Zhou Yiqiao uses a thought, and his words are quite casual, without any distinction between master and servant.

Of course, Zhou Yiqiao didn't care about this.

"With this momentum, I'm afraid that in more than a month, the Netherworld Sect will be able to completely push the demon clan out of the territory. Then it will be a battle between me and Wu Ning."

After saying that, he shook his head, took out the Xuantian Golden Pill, and threw it into Chu Tianxing's hand.

"This is the Xuantian Golden Pill. After you refine it, a golden pill can be formed in your body in advance to speed up your practice."

"You can go into seclusion. Your current strength can't help me."

After saying that, Zhou Yiqiao waved his hand, and Chu Tianxing entered Zhou Yiqiao's training room without any nonsense, and went to refining the Xuantian Golden Pill.

After Chu Tianxing left, Zhou Yiqiao also took out the Shen Yuan Sword from the storage bag.

Shen Yuan's sword is completely black and exudes a cold light, as if it is made of some kind of strange meteorite.

Just by holding the sword in his hand, Zhou Yiqiao felt a wave of coolness in his hand, and the spiritual power in his Dantian was quietly attracted and flowed into the Shen Yuan Sword along his meridians.

Even though this Shen Yuan Sword is now in Zhou Yiqiao's hand, it was not like this when he first obtained this magic weapon.

The sword spirit in Shen Yuan's sword is not much better than the weapon spirit of the Ten Thousand Soul Flags in Zhou Yiqiao's Sea of ​​Consciousness, and it even has a hint of arrogance that the soul beasts never had.

Therefore, Zhou Yiqiao also spent a lot of effort to barely subdue the sword spirit and subdue it.

There is no need to mention the many sorrows in the process of surrender, but what is clear is that this top-quality magic weapon Shen Yuan Sword was indeed carefully selected by Zhenjun Xuanyun for himself.

After the successful sacrifice, Zhou Yiqiao realized the true power of this treasure!

The simple sword energy produced by stimulating spiritual power alone, after being strengthened by Shen Yuan Sword, is 50% stronger than the fixed purple bamboo sword!

It's no wonder that the classics Zhou Yiqiao read in the past said that magic weapons are just like the cultivation level of monks. The later the stage, the greater the gap between the first level and the first level!

"In the last moment, add some essence and blood to this Shen Yuan Sword to temper it!"

Zhou Yiqiao's eyes narrowed and he made a decision in his heart.

Then, he sat down cross-legged, stretched out his left index finger and placed it against his right palm. A stream of bright red liquid overflowed from the tip of his index finger, followed the palm lines, and slowly slid onto the body of the Shen Yuan Sword.

In an instant, a faint red brilliance appeared on the surface of Shen Yuan Sword.

Immediately afterwards, the blade of Shen Yuanjian trembled slightly.

Runes flashed and appeared, instantly sketching a simple pattern in the sky above Shen Yuanjian.

Zhou Yiqiao's eyes condensed, and with a thought in his mind, he poured a ray of his spiritual thoughts into it.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the entire courtyard where he lived was shaken, and a terrifying aura of murder swept across all directions.

"Roar!"

A phantom of a white tiger about ten feet tall suddenly sprang out from Shen Yuan's sword, looking up to the sky and roaring with infinite power.

This white tiger is the sword spirit of Shen Yuanjian!

At this moment, the white tiger jumped up, pounced in the air, smashed the courtyard wall, and attacked Zhou Yiqiao with its teeth and claws.

Apparently he was dissatisfied with Zhou Yiqiao's essence and blood sacrifice and being further controlled by him in the future.

"Hmph! A small skill."

Zhou Yiqiao snorted coldly, narrowed his eyes, his clothes swelled, and the thunder on the thunder robe mixed with his majestic spiritual energy surged out.

"Boom!"

In an instant, strong winds rose, thunder exploded, and several extremely thick arcs of electricity appeared around him out of thin air.

The next moment, those thunder arcs gathered together crazily, and in the blink of an eye they merged into a thunder ball as big as a millstone, rolling rapidly in mid-air.

"Hey!"

The next second, with a loud sound that ripped apart eardrums, the thunder ball collided with the white tiger sword spirit.

In an instant, lightning exploded, and a devastating shock wave swept in all directions. The courtyard wall collapsed instantly, and smoke and dust flew into the sky.

After a long time, the thunder ball disappeared and the smoke gradually dispersed, revealing the tall and handsome body in the field.

Zhou Yiqiao stood where he was, waiting calmly for the White Tiger Sword Spirit in the distance.

"The resistance is quite fierce!"

Throwing his hands away, Zhou Yiqiao took a deep breath and flicked his fingers again.

In an instant, another thunder pillar shot out of the air and bombarded the white tiger phantom.

"Pffffffffffffffff!!"

Thunder roared, and the phantom of the white tiger was hit by thunder pillars. In an instant, it was turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace.

The phantom disappeared, and Shen Yuanjian was controlled by Zhou Yiqiao again and returned to his hands.

"Huh, it's finally done."

Feeling the increasingly tight bond between Shen Yuanjian and himself, Zhou Yiqiao's handsome face showed a satisfied smile.

He poured a spiritual power into it and flicked it gently.

"Shh!"

Shen Yuan's sword suddenly burst out with dazzling light, and a hazy mist spread from the sword and spread in all directions, soon covering the entire courtyard.

This mist looks gentle, but inside it is extremely sharp!

Wherever the mist passed, the courtyard walls that had been shattered into pieces due to the battle were completely reduced to dust, and the ground in the courtyard was also cracked and in a mess.

"The invisible fog sword is hard to guard against, not bad!"

Zhou Yiqiao sighed in praise.

This sword energy is not only sharp but also mixed with a hint of illusion.

People who are enveloped by the sword energy will have the illusion that a rain of swords is coming from the sky to kill them, and often their heads will be in different places without even realizing it.

"So, but everything is ready."

Zhou Yiqiao murmured, looking at the mess in the courtyard, his face was not afraid, but full of expectation.

This battle with Wu Ning may have been just for the Netherworld Sect from the beginning, but now, it is more for himself.

In order to test the gap between myself and Yongzhou Tianjiao.

It was also to make a summary for myself before going to Yongzhou, and to draw a successful conclusion to my career of cultivating immortals in Yanzhou.

Thinking of this, the fighting spirit on Zhou Yiqiao's face became more intense.

Under his ardent expectations, the next month, the Netherworld Sect completely drove the demon clan within the territory out of its sphere of influence.

The Netherworld Sect held a grand celebration banquet for all the monks who had contributed in the territory. Under such circumstances, the competition between Zhou Yiqiao and Wu Ning was finally brought to the table.