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

"Where to run?!"

"Don't let him get away!"

As Zhou Yiqiao fled into the Manta tribe's sphere of influence, the six auras behind him seemed to be driven into a hurry, and they shouted while speeding up the pursuit.

"咻~咻~咻~"

A sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded, and three sharp rays, carrying the strong spiritual power that belonged to the barbarian monks, went straight to Zhou Yiqiao.

"Humph!"

Zhou Yiqiao snorted coldly, crossed his arms to block, and powerful spiritual energy formed a defense between his chest and abdomen.

"Oh!"

Along with a muffled sound, all three arrows turned into powder and scattered, but Zhou Yiqiao did not move at all, still maintaining his previous posture.

But this has achieved the purpose of these barbarians to make Zhou Yiqiao stop.

A gust of fishy wind blew by, and six barbarian monks at the Nascent Soul realm, riding six wolves who were also at the Nascent Soul realm, appeared next to Zhou Yiqiao and surrounded him.

Among the six people, an old man who was dressed obviously differently from the others controlled the warg on his crotch and walked slowly to Zhou Yiqiao's side with a faint smile on his face.

"You must never have thought that I would notice that you are a bunch of hidden rats."

As this person slowly approached, Zhou Yiqiao could clearly feel that the spell in his body was stirring.

"Are you the wizard who cast that spell?"

Zhou Yiqiao asked in a deep voice.

Perhaps because he felt that his side had an absolute advantage, the old man nodded confidently.

"Yes, it is my masterpiece."

"Why, you still want to kill me in front of so many of us to break the spell on you?"

Seeing that Zhou Yiqiao seemed to be ready to take action, the old man even opened his arms contemptuously.

However, the next moment, he was surprised to find a strange smile on Zhou Yiqiao's face.

"Why not?"

In the blink of an eye, the sky that was calm just now was filled with gloomy clouds in the blink of an eye.

Six treasures, including the Ten Thousand Soul Hair, the Sword Wind and Thunder Formation, the Heaven-Swallowing Cauldron, the Purple Gold Gourd, the Cold Soul Dagger, and the Dusk Magic Sword, came out and sealed the entire sky in an instant, completely isolating the six barbarian monks.

"Boom~"

There was a deafening roar, the sky collapsed and the earth shook, as if the end of the world was coming, and most of the foothills collapsed amid violent shaking.

"Are you crazy? Aren't you afraid of attracting those bastards from the Manta tribe and letting us all die here!?"

After hearing this, the sinister smile on Zhou Yiqiao's face became more obvious.

"No, they will only see your corpses then!"

After finishing speaking, the six magic weapons emitted dazzling light and suppressed the six monks. Zhou Yiqiao took advantage of this opportunity and rushed towards the old man in front of him without hesitation.

"you......"

Before the other party had time to speak, Zhou Yiqiao appeared beside him, turned sideways and swung his leg, hitting the old man hard like a whip, causing him to fly backwards.

"puff!"

While spitting out a mouthful of blood, the old man stared at Zhou Yiqiao with disbelief on his face.

"With such tyrannical physical strength, who are you?"

Although he didn't know exactly what happened in this sudden change, the old man understood clearly that the matter was out of his control.

"There is no need for dead people to know."

As he finished speaking, Zhou Yiqiao stepped hard on his toes and rushed towards the old man again. At the same time, he gathered spiritual energy in his right hand and punched out.

"Ah big!"

The old man was a barbarian wizard, and his physical strength was different from that of ordinary barbarian warriors. When he saw Zhou Yiqiao's fist attack, he knew that he could no longer resist it with his own strength.

As she finished speaking, a smelly whirlwind came from behind Zhou Yiqiao, biting the back of Zhou Yiqiao's neck without fear of death.

Zhou Yiqiao seemed to be well prepared. He grinned ferociously, pushed out his fist horizontally, made a half circle, and punched the head of the attacking warg.

"Crack!"

There was a crisp sound of broken bones, and the warg in the Nascent Soul realm just whimpered before falling from the air and falling limply to the ground.

"Taking into account the combat power of your wargs and twelve Nascent Souls, if I didn't have the confidence, would I still stop and wait for you?"

Zhou Yiqiao's figure disappeared from the old man's eyes, and the next moment, he had already stepped on his head.

Several strong winds came from around him, trying to stop Zhou Yiqiao from exerting his strength under his feet.

Immediately afterwards, a green venomous snake about seven inches long emerged from the old man's shoulder. Its two sharp teeth flashed with a cold green light and grabbed Zhou Yiqiao's neck.

"Is this your last strength?"

Zhou Yiqiao smashed the venomous snake's shadow with a finger, and then without holding back his hand, he used his foot force to crush the opponent's head.

A burst of yellow and white substance mixed with blood burst out from the old man's head, and Zhou Yiqiao's clothes were also stained with a scarlet stain.

At the same time, the strange curse that had been lingering in his heart completely dissipated after the old man's death.

"It's you next."

Looking up at the other five barbarian monks who were still fighting with their magical weapons, Zhou Yiqiao chuckled, feeling extremely pleased with the growth of his own strength.

The group of people's heads were killed first by Zhou Yiqiao, and the remaining barbarian soldiers were immediately in chaos.

Zhou Yiqiao, who was far more powerful than anyone else, was like a tiger among sheep. After a devastating battle, he cleaned up the battlefield and left the place.

......

As soon as Zhou Yiqiao left the incense stick, a group of similar barbarian soldiers came flying from the direction of the Manta tribe.

The group of people stopped on the messy battlefield and carefully observed the messy scene around them, frowning slightly.

Then, a barbarian held a dark wooden staff high and muttered a few words.

In an instant, the tattered grass suddenly trembled, and then a thin and hunched warg figure crawled out of it and knelt down tremblingly.

The warg whispered a few words in the barbarian's ear, and then disappeared into the sky and earth.

"It's those weaklings from the Dart Department."

The man turned around and looked at the barbarians behind him.

"I can only ask that they entered our ministry's territory after pursuing an unknown target."

"But Dart's troops are weak after all. Not even a single team could capture that man. Instead, they were all killed by the opponent and escaped alive."

Everyone looked stern when they heard the barbarian's words.

"Wizard, what should we do now?"

When asked by his subordinates, the wizard pondered for a long time before finally deciding.

"It concerns the Dart Department. It's better to go back and report to the king first, and then make plans."