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

Zhou Yiqiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he did not respond to Xu Ying's question. Instead, he scanned the surroundings with his spiritual consciousness. After making sure that there was no danger, he walked towards the altar.

Lin Wan'er, on the other hand, followed Zhou Yiqiao with a look of fear on her face, not daring to take a breath.

The two of them walked all the way to the edge of the altar before stopping.

Zhou Yiqiao raised his head and looked at the figure on the altar, feeling a little shuddered in his heart.

Although this figure looked extremely illusory, Zhou Yiqiao could feel a majestic ghostly energy emanating from this figure, echoing the black fog of the entire Onizhong.

"Is this the senior you are talking about?"

Zhou Yiqiao looked at Lin Wan'er and asked in a low voice.

Lin Wan'er nodded and whispered.

"Exactly."

Zhou Yiqiao didn't say anything more, but took a step forward and stepped onto the altar.

"Humph, you two are finally here."

Seeing Zhou Yiqiao and the others coming up, the figure on the altar suddenly let out a cold snort, his tone full of displeasure.

Zhou Yiqiao immediately felt relieved when he realized that not only could the other party not leave the altar for the time being, but he could not even detect the identity of the two people outside the altar.

"Senior, don't be surprised. Recently, there have been frequent visits from foreign monks outside Bailishi Valley. The two juniors came late because they had no choice but to come."

As Zhou Yiqiao spoke, he walked around the altar several times and looked up and down.

This figure looked extremely illusory, as if a gust of wind could blow it away, but Zhou Yiqiao could feel an extremely powerful aura emanating from his body.

"Hmph! You two juniors, don't think that I don't know your thoughts. If you want to get my inheritance, you must follow my rules."

The figure snorted coldly again, his voice full of coldness.

"If you don't offer me the spiritual objects as soon as possible, why don't I have to remind you again?"

Zhou Yiqiao smiled slightly, but was secretly wary in his heart.

He knew that although this so-called "senior" could not leave the altar for the time being, his cultivation was unfathomable and not something they could easily deal with.

"Senior, please calm down. Naturally, the two juniors will not dare to disobey your rules."

Zhou Yiqiao said, taking out a spiritual grass from the storage bag, holding it in both hands, and carefully handed it to the edge of the altar.

"This is a thousand-year-old spiritual grass that the two juniors finally found. It contains a huge amount of spiritual power. It will definitely help the seniors recover as soon as possible. Please accept it."

Lin Wan'er on the side saw the spiritual grass in Zhou Yiqiao's hand, her beautiful eyes shrank suddenly, and she couldn't help being frightened.

Naturally, she recognized the spiritual grass in Zhou Yiqiao's hand at the first sight. It did not contain a huge amount of spiritual power as he said. It was clearly the legendary poison of heaven and earth, attracting thousands of machine leaves!

This Qian Ji Ye not only has no spiritual power, but also contains extremely strong toxicity. As long as the slightest trace of spiritual energy touches it, it will immediately induce its toxicity and destroy the foundation of cultivation of those who touch it.

In other words, Zhou Yiqiao offered this medicine with the intention of completely poisoning the shadow in the altar!

However, these things cannot be detected by Xu Ying, so naturally they are not fully aware of them.

He felt that the Yin Qianji Ye did have a huge amount of energy as Zhou Yiqiao said, and his heart moved slightly, and his attitude towards Zhou Yiqiao and the two of them also softened a little.

"You two are quite sensible."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and the Thousand Machine Leaf turned into a stream of light and flew into the altar.

Lin Wan'er's heart suddenly reached her throat as she watched the Yin Qian Ji Ye being absorbed by the shadow.

The moment Qianjiye flew into the altar, an invisible wave emitted from the altar, and the black mist in Onizhong seemed to be boiling, surging crazily.

Zhou Yiqiao's heart moved, and he knew that this was the onset of the poison of Qianjiabao.

He calmly observed the changes on the altar, and saw that after the phantom absorbed the Yin Qianji Ye, the illusory body began to gradually become solid.

However, this change only lasted for a moment, and the figure suddenly let out a shrill scream, and the whole body became illusive again, as if it would disappear at any time.

"Junior, you are so brave, you dare to plot against me!"

Along with this roar, the entire altar suddenly shook violently.

Boundless coercion spurted out from the altar, and the violent aura crushed a large amount of gravel and bones around the altar into powder in an instant.

When Zhou Yiqiao saw this, his heart trembled, but his face remained calm.

He had long expected that the other party would attack, so he had already prepared for it.

With a flash of his body, he pulled Lin Wan'er out of the altar and at the same time held out a blood-drinking millstone and stood in front of the two of them.

"Hmph, you, a bastard in a shell, still want to kill me?"

Zhou Yiqiao sneered, activated the magic formula in his hand, and the blood-drinking millstone suddenly erupted with dazzling blood.

"Senior Blood Fiend, I have to trouble you to help again!"

Zhou Yiqiao let out a low drink, and at the same time formed seals with his hands, continuously injecting his own magic power into the blood-drinking millstone.

The blood light suddenly flourished, and a huge blood-colored pillar rose into the sky from the blood-drinking millstone. Then, an old man with red beard and red hair stepped out of the huge blood-colored pillar with a big smile, holding a bloody long sword, pointing directly at The figure on the altar.

"Haha, what I like to kill most are sneaky things like you!"

The blood demon laughed loudly, and in a flash, he faced the violent aura emanating from the altar.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the blood demon collided with the figure on the altar, causing shocking energy fluctuations.

Standing in the distance, Zhou Yiqiao felt this energy fluctuation, his expression changed, and he quickly activated his magic power to protect his whole body.

The phantom absorbed the Qian Ji Ye that had been ripened in the moonstone space, and coupled with the restraints of the altar, it was still able to compete with the blood-drinking millstone that had been repaired and promoted to a top-grade acquired ancient treasure. It was extremely powerful.

"Fortunately, I was prepared in advance, otherwise I would have fallen here."

Zhou Yiqiao groaned, and immediately cast a restraining spell on Lin Wan'er beside him, took out the cold dagger, turned into a ray of cold light, and shot towards the altar.

With the addition of Zhou Yiqiao, the balance finally began to tilt.

The strength of the blood evil was not weaker than that of the phantom, and with Zhou Yiqiao's assistance, he quickly gained the upper hand.

"Ah... Junior, how dare you betray me, I will make your souls fly to pieces today!"

The phantom in the altar has not figured out the situation yet. He only thought that Zhou Yiqiao and the two had turned against each other before the battle. In anger, he burst out with an even more tyrannical aura.