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

The sky was getting dark and dark clouds were looming.

Looking up at the sky where the dark clouds were becoming thicker and thicker, Zhou Yiqiao honestly gave up the idea of ​​refining another batch of Hundred Years Pills.

This was the third batch of Centenary Pills he had refined, and it was also the limit of the heavenly tribulation he could withstand.

Purple lightning snakes swam in the dark clouds, and destructive power was fostered in a very short time.

Zhou Yiqiao had almost no time to prepare before lightning snakes gathered together and struck him on the head!

"Crack!"

Thunder exploded, and the scorching hot lightning struck Zhou Yiqiao's body, tearing his clothes into pieces in an instant.

The wind was howling wildly, and this heavenly calamity lasted for a whole stick of incense until Zhou Yiqiao crawled out of the smoke and dust in a panic, his body covered with charred marks.

He was panting, and although he looked disheveled, his eyes were gleaming with excitement.

"The heavenly tribulation caused by the second furnace of Hundred Years Pills is between the Nascent Soul Heavenly Tribulation and the Divine Transformation Heavenly Tribulation, and it is only one step away from the Divine Transformation Heavenly Tribulation."

“Not to mention the power of the third furnace of Hundred Years Pills, the intensity of the heavenly tribulation is three times stronger than the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation. It has reached the limit of what I can bear at the moment.”

Zhou Yiqiao put away the Hundred Years Pill and the Fiery Sun Divine Cauldron and prepared to leave.

However, just as he was about to leave, a strange wave suddenly came from the ground, attracting his attention.

He frowned slightly and looked in the direction where the wave came from. He saw a tiny crack slowly opening up on the ground, as if something was about to break out of the ground.

Zhou Yiqiao's heart moved and he couldn't help but stop.

After concentrating on refining elixirs for a period of time, Zhou Yiqiao's perception of spiritual power has reached an extremely sharp level.

Although the fluctuation was weak, he still captured the strange energy contained in it clearly.

He approached the crack carefully, following the direction of the spiritual energy fluctuations.

Only a faint light could be seen coming through the crack, as if some treasure was about to appear.

As the crack gradually expanded, the light became stronger and stronger, and finally, an object shining with golden light slowly rose from the crack.

Zhou Yiqiao widened his eyes and saw that the golden object had a strange shape, like an ancient seal, engraved with complex and ancient runes, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.

"This is......?"

Zhou Yiqiao was filled with doubt and was about to take the seal in his hand to check it, but suddenly he felt several strong auras coming from several directions.

Zhou Yiqiao was still wary of the cultivators from Zhongzhou and did not dare to act rashly. He quickly used the breath-concealing method on the Reincarnation Monument and quickly rushed towards the only direction where there was no spiritual energy fluctuation.

Not long after he left, those spiritual power fluctuations landed next to the crack and confronted each other.

Everyone talked to each other for a while. After a while, the two groups retreated, leaving only a white-haired old man alone.

"The emergence of a treasure is a great opportunity. Are the cultivators from Central Continent so easy to talk to?"

Zhou Yiqiao watched this scene from afar, his heart full of doubts.

Of course, he was not naive enough to think that those monks were so generous as to give up the fight for this mysterious treasure.

"Could it be..."

Zhou Yiqiao's face changed, and he quickly figured out the key, secretly cursing himself for being stupid.

"That so-called treasure is clearly the bait that the gang deliberately placed here!"

Sure enough, as soon as this thought came to his mind, the old man moved, turned into a residual shadow and disappeared on the spot. When he appeared again, he had already arrived in front of Zhou Yiqiao.

Zhou Yiqiao cursed his bad luck inwardly, but his expression remained calm. He just glanced at the old man indifferently and said.

"Senior, do you have any advice?"

The old man looked Zhou Yiqiao up and down with a sharp gaze before he slowly spoke.

"My dear friend, that treasure is something left behind by my ancestors. It means a lot to me. Please return it to me."

Zhou Yiqiao sneered in his heart. This old man was very direct. He accused him of a false crime right from the start.

"Senior, you are joking. I just passed by here. I didn't take any treasures."

A gleam of brilliance flashed in the old man's eyes, and he said in a deep voice.

"My friend, you don't have to deny it. I could clearly sense the fluctuations generated when the treasure was born."

"If you can honestly hand over the treasure, I may consider letting you go..."

"But if you insist on being stubborn, don't blame me for being rude."

After the old man finished speaking, two other monks who were seeking treasure appeared from behind Zhou Yiqiao and, together with the old man, surrounded Zhou Yiqiao.

Zhou Yiqiao had a cold smile on his face and looked at the four people with cold eyes. He no longer had the temperament to pretend to be nice to them.

"Do you really want to blackmail me?"

Zhou Yiqiao's tone was cold and murderous intent was revealed.

He didn't want to get into trouble, so he didn't even pick up the seal and used escape skills to get away from the rift.

But blindly giving in made it obvious that these people in front of him regarded him as a soft persimmon.

The four men ignored Zhou Yiqiao's final warning and looked at the old man together. As soon as the old man said a word, they rushed forward, captured Zhou Yiqiao, and forced him to spit out the spiritual stones and materials.

Seeing that Zhou Yiqiao had already fallen out with him, the old man no longer had any reservations. He nodded slightly and signaled the four men to take action.

The four of them moved and immediately turned into four afterimages, attacking Zhou Yiqiao from four directions at the same time.

They were extremely fast, with spiritual energy surging between their attacks. It was obvious that they were all cultivators with high levels of cultivation.

When Zhou Yiqiao saw this, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He moved his body and quickly dodged the attacks of two of them. At the same time, the spiritual energy in his hand surged and turned into a long sword, slashing at the other two.

"Clang!"

The sword energy and spiritual energy collided, making a crisp sound.

Zhou Yiqiao did not move, but the two cultivators were forced back several steps by the sword energy. It was obvious that Zhou Yiqiao's cultivation was far superior to theirs.

"What a strong cultivation level!"

The old man and the four others were shocked when they saw this, and had a bad feeling in their hearts.

"This kid is not simple, let's fight quickly and decisively!"

The old man growled, stopped watching and joined in the action.

The five of them formed a horn and used their magic weapons and secret techniques to attack Zhou Yiqiao.

In an instant, the air exploded, spiritual light burst out, the wind and clouds changed suddenly, strong winds raged, the mountains and forests shook, and sand and rocks flew.

"court death!"

Zhou Yiqiao's eyes were cold, he snorted coldly, and rushed towards the nearest cultivator with a sword in hand.

"what!"

The screams stopped abruptly, and a monk's head flew high into the air, spilling blood into the sky.

As one person dies, the attack slows down slightly. As one person dies, the attack slows down slightly.

Soon afterwards, the deceased's companions followed in his footsteps and died at the hands of Zhou Yiqiao's sword, leaving only the old man.