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

The Dantian that maintained his spiritual power and the five internal organs that condensed his own energy and blood were all destroyed. Feng Jihai seemed to have been drained of all his strength in an instant.

Most of his body turned into its original shape, and Feng Jihai fell vertically from mid-air. There was a loud "boom" and a pit several feet deep was created on the ground.

After only a few encounters, they saw that one of the three most powerful demon cultivators had lost their cultivation. Many demon cultivators who had been waiting for a good show were suddenly surprised and speechless.

Several demon cultivators who had been shouting to cheer Feng Jihai before now lowered their heads, fearing that Zhou Yiqiao would see him and destroy them along with their cultivation.

In fact, they need not be so afraid.

In an instant, Zhou Yiqiao used two sword intentions and many means, and his energy was exhausted.

The spiritual power in his Dantian has long since dried up, and his Nascent Soul is even more dim and transparent. He can no longer squeeze out any extra spiritual power to deal with these shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

"hehe."

Feng Jihai was lying in the huge pit, his chest rising and falling violently, making a huge sound like a bellows.

He wanted to breathe fresh air to maintain his life, but the lungs used for breathing had long been shattered by Zhou Yiqiao. The fact that he could continue to maintain vital signs was entirely supported by the powerful vitality of the cultivator.

Zhou Yiqiao dragged his tired figure and jumped down from the huge pit, walked slowly to Feng Jihai, squatted in front of Feng Jihai, and looked up and down.

"Let...let me go."

Feng Jihai looked at Zhou Yiqiao with his eyes, tears kept flowing out of the corners of his eyes because of fear, and there was nowhere left the majesty that a god-transformation monk should have.

"Don't worry, I don't have the strength to kill you anymore."

Zhou Yiqiao sat down on Feng Jihai's huge belly, turned his head to look at Feng Jihai, and showed a gentle smile.

After hearing Zhou Yiqiao's words, Feng Jihai's eyes instantly flashed with sparks of hope, and the corners of his eyes that had not yet dried up showed unbelievable joy.

He seemed to have seen the hope of escaping, and the trembling of his body had slowed down a lot.

It's a pity that Feng Jihai is destined to be disappointed. With such a grudge against Zhou Yiqiao, Zhou Yiqiao can't really let him go and wait for him to recover before looking for trouble again.

The reason why Zhou Yiqiao spoke like this was naturally because he wanted to see what Feng Jihai's expression would look like after his hopes were dashed!

"Although I won't kill you, the spirit of my magical weapon hates you deeply."

Zhou Yiqiao's voice was calm and indifferent, as if he was pronouncing Feng Jihai's fate.

"I'm not a sinful person. Let's do this. As long as you can survive the torture of my natal magic weapon, the grudge between Zhou and you will be wiped out."

"Life or death is all up to you, you have to make good use of it."

Feng Jihai's face instantly turned pale, and the hope in his eyes was replaced by despair.

He struggled to get up and escape, but Zhou Yiqiao smiled softly and pressed his palm gently on the top of his head.

As a natal magical weapon, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner has already become a part of Zhou Yiqiao. As long as the soul is immortal, Zhou Yiqiao can easily control it.

The power belonging to the Ten Thousand Soul Banner came from Zhou Yiqiao's palm and poured into Feng Jihai's body.

Feng Jihai's body stiffened instantly, as if bound by an invisible force, and he watched in horror as countless evil spirits rushed into his body, wreaking havoc.

Zhou Yiqiao's voice sounded in his ears like a ghost.

"This is your only chance, either life or death, it all depends on your own fate."

The soul beast could not wait to torture Feng Jihai. For a moment, Feng Jihai felt like countless ghosts were wreaking havoc in his body, tearing at his meridians and eating his flesh and blood.

The pain seemed to tear his soul apart.

Feng Jihai let out a shrill scream, his eyes were bloodshot, and his body was shaking constantly, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not break away from the invisible restraint.

Feng Jihai gritted his teeth and endured the endless pain desperately. He knew that he had no way out and could only hold on.

Zhou Yiqiao looked at Feng Jihai with interest, as if he was enjoying a carefully choreographed drama.

There was a hint of cunning in his eyes, as if everything was under control.

"I didn't expect you to be able to endure it."

Seeing that Feng Jihai had not died under the torture of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, Zhou Yiqiao lost interest. He glanced at Feng Jihai lightly, then waved his sleeves and turned around.

As he left, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner refused to hold back, and a large number of evil souls self-destructed one after another in Feng Jihai's body.

Feng Jihai, who was already dying, could not bear such a blow. Blood poured out from all over his body along his pores, like a candle in the wind, crumbling.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and everything around him became incomprehensible.

He felt like he was trapped in a dark abyss, from which he could not escape no matter how hard he struggled.

However, even so, Zhou Yiqiao did not let him go.

"The Dao Yun of the cultivator of the Transformation God is a huge tonic for me to break through to the realm of transformation."

When Feng Jihai heard Zhou Yiqiao's last words, he completely lost all senses and dissipated into the heaven and earth.

Many demon cultivators who were watching clearly saw that a blank scroll appeared in Zhou Yiqiao's hand, and an invisible force was drawn from Feng Jihai's body and injected into the scroll.

The blank space of the scroll was gradually filled, turning into a deep blue, like the stars in the night sky, bright and mysterious.

These patterns had an inexplicable attraction, making all the demon cultivators present unable to take their eyes away, as if they were deeply attracted by them, and a strong desire surged in their hearts.

"Snapped!"

Zhou Yiqiao put away the scroll, and the sound awakened the demon cultivators. They all came back to their senses and looked at Feng Jihai in the pit again. They found that this dignified demon cultivator in the realm of gods was now haggard and completely dead. sound.

"Zhou Yiqiao, you are so arrogant because you want our demon clan to completely break with your demon sect!"

Some people couldn't help but speak, with a hint of trembling in their voices.

Zhou Yiqiao looked calm, as if everything was as expected.

"If your skills are inferior to those of others, you will deserve to die."

He spoke calmly.

"He should have considered this situation when he asked his subordinates to attack my subordinates."

As he spoke, Zhou Yiqiao raised his head and scanned the demon cultivators with an unquestionable look in his eyes.

"Although our demon sect has an alliance with your demon clan, it does not give you an excuse to act recklessly."

"If you are angry about what happened today, you can come to the Demon Tong Department to find me. I, Zhou Yiqiao, am waiting for you at any time."

"If you don't have the guts, when you see me, Zhou Yiqiao, from now on, you will tuck your tail between your legs and accept the salary I appointed!"

After finishing speaking, Zhou Yiqiao entered Qijian's camp, supported Qijian and left the monster camp.