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

"Oh? It's such a heaven-defying treasure?"

The strange bird spread its wings and landed on Zhou Yiqiao's wrist in an instant. A pair of scarlet vertical pupils stared closely at the purple-black light beam, and it made a "gurgling" sound from its mouth.

It swallowed hard, and an instinctive greed drove it to immediately devour the treasure in front of it.

"Master Zhenjun, you have also seen it. Your instinct is telling you that this thing is of great benefit to you, so don't hesitate."

Zhou Yiqiao follows the good temptation path.

According to the information collected by Zhou Yiqiao, the blood demon pattern can only last for a few hours after being refined.

If it is not taken into the body or refined within a few hours, it will completely dissipate into the heaven and earth and turn into nothingness.

Although the soul beast's wisdom is still not very high, it also knows that the energy in front of it is definitely extraordinary. If it can take it as its own, it will be of great benefit to the growth of it and even the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the soul beast opened its mouth, bit into the light beam, and sucked it crazily.

A stream of extremely pure energy was absorbed into its belly. As it sucked, the soul beast's claws became more and more crystal clear, and the feathers on its body shone even more.

"Om~"

After the light beam was completely absorbed by the soul beast, the entire Ten Thousand Soul Flag began to tremble violently.

Zhou Yiqiao had been prepared for a long time and was not surprised at all when he saw the current situation.

He called the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in front of him, formed a magic spell with his hands, and inserted it into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. In an instant, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner grew in size in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it was as tall as ten feet tall.

"Don't be anxious, Lord Zhenjun, I will help you refine this energy together."

As Zhou Yiqiao's voice fell, runes appeared on the flagpole of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. The runes flickered and emitted a strange luster.

The next moment, endless darkness enveloped the entire house, and the Ten Thousand Soul Flags flew in and out of the darkness, making a sharp and ear-piercing sound as if they were tearing something apart.

Not far away, the soul beast had already been shrouded in a black light. Its appearance seemed to have become a little twisted and ferocious, the exposed claws became sharper and stronger, and the originally dark feathers also became A little deeper.

Its momentum was even more terrifying than before, and vaguely, a monstrous force spread out, causing the entire secret room to tremble.

Zhou Yiqiao sat cross-legged in front of the Ten Thousand Souls Flag, a spiritual light bloomed between his eyebrows, and all his spiritual consciousness was poured into the Ten Thousand Souls Flag.

Sweat broke out on his forehead, and his face gradually turned pale.

But even so, he still didn't slack off at all. While recuperating his spirit, he controlled the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to absorb the energy in the bloodline pattern.

Time passed, and three months passed in the blink of an eye.

During these three months, Zhou Yiqiao teamed up with the soul beasts and manipulated the Ten Thousand Soul Flags day and night to absorb the energy in the bloodline patterns.

At the beginning, there was still a trace of the ghost soldier's consciousness in the bloodline pattern, and the resistance was very strong. He even almost broke free from the shackles of the Ten Thousand Soul Flags many times and escaped far away.

But as time went by, it could not withstand the pace of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner absorbing energy, and its consciousness gradually dissipated, and it no longer had the power to resist.

As the energy in the blood vein pattern was sucked out, the color of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner slowly changed from light cyan to blood red, and it was covered with strange talisman textures.

The textures of these spells are all in the shape of ferocious ghosts, each one is lifelike, like a living creature, and looks creepy.

However, although the appearance of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner has become increasingly terrifying and cold, the Qi on it is different from the usual normal, and there is an almost imperceptible air of life.

This breath of life is what Luo Xi once said back then, the glimmer of hope needed to increase the strength of soul-like magic weapons!

"Finally it worked!"

Zhou Yiqiao opened his eyes, with a smile on his face.

The hard work of the past three months has finally paid off. Although the quality of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner is still far inferior to the iron horse spear in Luo Xi's hands from all aspects, no matter what, it has finally taken a step forward on the road to improvement. The most important first step.

He raised his eyes and looked into the air, only to see that the soul beast showed no signs of waking up, and had no intention of urging it. He closed his eyes again and started practicing on his own.

Another month of March passed by in a hurry, and a hoarse low sound woke up Zhou Yiqiao who was practicing the Nine Turns of Reincarnation Kung Fu. He suddenly opened his eyes and focused on the body of the soul beast.

The dark wings of the soul beast were now dyed with bright flames. The flames were jumping endlessly, as if they were burning. The scorching temperature that hit his face made Zhou Yiqiao feel frightened.

"Lord Zhenjun, is there something serious?"

Zhou Yiqiao's face darkened and he called out anxiously.

Luo Xike had never told him that after refining the bloodline pattern, the soul beast soul showed such symptoms, which made him a little at a loss for a while.

"Wow!"

The soul beast suddenly looked up to the sky and screamed in sorrow, its voice was pitiful and sad, as if it was in great pain.

Zhou Yiqiao looked horrified and hurriedly ran towards the soul beast, stretching out his hand to output spiritual power to ease its current pain.

But the moment he touched the soul beast's body, Zhou Yiqiao suddenly felt a huge resistance coming from him.

As he was knocked back several feet by this force, the pressure on the soul beast gradually weakened until it completely disappeared.

The soul beast's wings slowly returned to their original form of dark feathers, and its aura became calm and serene.

"Success?"

Zhou Yiqiao was overjoyed and quickly stepped forward. When he saw the soul beast finally opening its eyes, he was worried until he finally relaxed.

"Zhou Yiqiao, your so-called bloodline pattern almost killed me."

Because of its weakness, the soul beast's already hoarse voice became hoarse, like it was moaning.

Zhou Yiqiao was embarrassed and silent.

It took him three months to easily help the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to refine most of the bloodline patterns. He took it for granted that the soul beast that was originally one with the Thousand Soul Banner could easily absorb the remaining small part.

But now it seems that this is not the case.

If the soul beast hadn't survived this absorption, it would have probably caused irreparable damage to the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

If the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, as a natal magic weapon, is damaged, it will most likely affect Zhou Yiqiao's foundation and future.

How dare he not be cautious?

"I'm sorry. It's true that I didn't think well this time. Don't move for now. I'll solidify your foundation right away and try to restore your strength as soon as possible."

Zhou Yiqiao said sincerely.

When the soul beast heard this, it didn't continue to dwell on the matter. It snorted softly.

"But this time it was a blessing in disguise. This bloodline pattern is indeed as you said. It is a great tonic for me."

"I can just return to the flag to rest for a while, don't worry."

After saying that, the soul beast turned into a black mist and escaped into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.