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

"Since the elixir in this jade bottle is really an ancient elixir that increases the chance of breakthrough, what are the other four spiritual objects that can be ranked alongside it?"

Zhou Yiqiao stood where he was, staring at the Jinque Lianxu Pill in his hand, and began to have other thoughts.

"There are a total of forty-nine Phantom Sound Stones in the mist. Excluding the nine I exchanged for the Golden Palace Refining Void Pill and the number that others may have collected, the remaining number belongs to me. However, with the existence of the Moonstone Space, it should be no problem to exchange another nine for a treasure."

Having made up his mind, he carefully put the jade bottle into his storage bag and set out again on his journey to collect the Fantasy Sound Stone.

Although the environment in the fog is complicated, Zhou Yiqiao has gradually adapted to it.

He mobilized his spiritual power to form a protective shield, and at the same time summoned the Luohou Soul-Capture Stele to resist the constant intrusion of the phantom sound.

Zhou Yiqiao continued to move forward in the fog, and his search for the Fantasy Sound Stone became more and more handy.

After some effort, he collected seven more phantom sound stones and would soon be able to meet the standard for exchanging for the second spiritual object.

However, just as he was looking for the eighth phantom sound stone, he suddenly felt a strong hostility.

He stopped vigilantly and looked around, only to see a figure looming in the mist.

"Zhao Kuo?"

Zhou Yiqiao frowned slightly. He could feel that the power of illusion on Zhao Kuo was very strong. It was obvious that he did not take the phantom sound in the space seriously, and fell into the illusion after being harassed for a long time.

In the secret realm, self-protection is the top priority. Zhou Yiqiao has no intention of getting close to Zhao Kuo, let alone offering help.

Zhao Kuo's figure gradually became clear, with chaotic light flashing in his eyes. The magic weapon in his hand was waving unconsciously, as if he was fighting an invisible enemy.

Zhou Yiqiao knew that Zhao Kuo had been completely controlled by the illusion at this time, and his attack might affect himself.

For safety reasons, Zhou Yiqiao decided to bypass Zhao Kuo and continue his mission.

However, just as he was about to leave quietly, Zhao Kuo seemed to notice Zhou Yiqiao's presence. He turned around abruptly, and the confusion in his eyes was instantly replaced by ferocity.

"Zhou Yiqiao, it turns out that you are such a despicable person that you flirted with Miss Li!"

Zhao Kuo roared, and the magic weapon in his hand attacked Zhou Yiqiao with a sound of breaking through the air.

Zhou Yiqiao was shocked and immediately guessed that Zhao Kuo might have been deeply trapped in an illusion and took some false memories as reality.

He flashed and narrowly avoided Zhao Kuo's attack, while secretly groaning in his heart.

"Zhao Kuo, you have been deceived by the magic. I am not your enemy!"

Zhou Yiqiao dodged and tried to explain, but Zhao Kuo's attacks became more and more fierce, and it was obvious that he had completely lost his mind.

"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with alcohol!"

Zhou Yiqiao already had a very bad impression of these people, and he had not turned against them for the sake of Chen Fan. But now he was attacked for no reason, and anger rose in his heart.

"I won't bother with you. Do you really think I'm afraid of you so-called geniuses who are like embroidered pillows?"

He summoned the Netherworld Demon Sword, spiritual energy danced wildly around him, the sword pointed at Zhao Kuo, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"Since you are stubborn and refuse to change your ways, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Yiqiao moved as fast as lightning, and the Netherworld Demon Sword, with its sharp sword intent, pierced Zhao Kuo's throat.

Although Zhao Kuo was deceived by the magic, his own strength was not weak.

He roared, and a roll of bamboo slips appeared in his hand. The bamboo slips instantly unfolded and turned into a green light curtain, blocking in front of him.

The light curtain released by Zhao Kuo's bamboo slip magic weapon was emerald green and contained a powerful breath of life. It was obviously not an ordinary thing.

However, Zhou Yiqiao's Netherworld Demon Sword was extremely sharp, and the sword intent condensed on the tip of the sword was condensed to the extreme.

The sword light collided with the light curtain, making a dull roar.

Although Zhao Kuo's bamboo slips magic weapon had amazing defensive power, Zhou Yiqiao had already freed himself from the restraints of the Soul Binding Armor, and his sword intent soared into the sky, almost dispelling the black fog of the illusion.

Under such a fierce attack, cracks soon appeared on the green light curtain.

Zhao Kuo's face changed drastically. He didn't expect that his magic weapon could not withstand Zhou Yiqiao's sword.

He hurriedly mobilized all the spiritual power in his body, trying to repair the cracks in the light curtain, but Zhou Yiqiao's sword force was as continuous as the tide, leaving him no chance to breathe.

Zhou Yiqiao knew that there was still a big gap in strength between him and Zhao Kuo. Even if the other party was under an illusion, he still needed to have a possibility of winning.

His figure shuttled through the fog like a phantom, and every time he appeared he brought with him a deadly sword light, pointing directly at Zhao Kuo's vital points.

Zhao Kuo roared continuously. Although his spiritual power was surging, his reaction and judgment were greatly disturbed under the influence of the illusion.

The confrontation between the two sides lasted only half an incense stick of time. The unconscious Zhao Kuo's body was riddled with holes caused by Zhou Yiqiao's sword.

Zhao Kuo's roar gradually became lower, and the influence of the illusion began to be replaced by intense pain. His mind was forced back to reality on the brink of life and death.

When he saw Zhou Yiqiao in front of him holding the Netherworld Demon Sword with no trace of pity in his eyes, an unprecedented fear surged in his heart.

"Brother Zhou...Brother Zhou, I was blind. I...I was wrong."

Zhao Kuo's voice trembled. He could feel his vitality rapidly ebbing away. Facing the threat of death, he had to put aside his self-esteem and beg Zhou Yiqiao for mercy.

However, Zhou Yiqiao's eyes did not waver because of Zhao Kuo's plea for mercy.

Since he had already planned to kill Zhao Kuo here, he would not hesitate any longer.

Judging from the attitude and words Zhao Kuo and others had towards him, if it was him, Zhou Yiqiao, who was under the influence of the illusion, would Zhao Kuo and others show mercy?

the answer is negative.

If the victim was Zhou Yiqiao, Zhao Kuo would have been as ruthless as crushing an ant.

Therefore, Zhou Yiqiao's heart was calm. The Netherworld Demon Sword trembled slightly, ready to give Zhao Kuo a fatal blow and completely end this meaningless fight.

"Zhao Kuo, I think you know better than me what caused the conflict between you and me."

Zhou Yiqiao's voice was cold and without any emotion.

"If you had not been disturbed by the illusion here, I would not easily become your enemy."

"But since you came to me, I will not miss any opportunity to deal with this threat."

When Zhao Kuo saw that Zhou Yiqiao remained unmoved, the fear in his heart gradually turned into anger.

He knew he couldn't escape death, so he just went for it and roared.

"Zhou Yiqiao, you are a country bumpkin from a remote village! Even if you kill me today, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!"

"You no longer have the chance to be a ghost."

Zhou Yiqiao sneered, his sword flashed, leaving Zhao Kuo no room to breathe...