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

"Interesting, cat and mouse."

Zhou Yiqiao said sarcastically.

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his sword and rushed forward again, at an extremely fast speed, like a meteor streaking across the sky.

"Boom!"

His figure swept across the sky, and the Netherworld Demon Sword attacked the slowest tree man with unparalleled sword intent.

The tree man roared in fear, and the huge trunk twisted instantly, trying to avoid the fatal blow.

However, Zhou Yiqiao's sword intent was like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly cutting through the air and chopping the tree man mercilessly.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the huge body of the tree man was split into two, and wood fragments and green juice splashed everywhere.

It let out one last wail, then collapsed to the ground, turning into a pile of useless wood.

Zhou Yiqiao did not stop, and his figure caught up with the next tree man like a ghost.

His sword intent was like a violent storm, and every time he swung his sword he took the life of a tree man.

The strength of this group of tree people was enough to crush most of the cultivators at this wood-cutting meeting, but in front of Zhou Yiqiao's sharp sword intent, they seemed clumsy and powerless.

In the blink of an eye, several weaker tree people fell under Zhou Yiqiao's sword. The scene was very desolate and terrifying.

Seeing this, Feilin's hatred towards Zhou Yiqiao reached its peak.

He gathered all the tree people with full confidence, thinking that he could easily strangle Zhou Yiqiao and gain the prestige of being the clan's young patriarch.

Unexpectedly, within half a day of encountering Zhou Yiqiao, his team had already lost five or six people.

If this continues, these tree people will be wiped out one by one by the other side sooner or later.

The more Feilin thought about it, the angrier he became, and a look of madness flashed across his face.

"Kill him, kill him at all costs!"

He roared madly, his hands clenched into fists, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Feilin's words seemed to turn on a switch in the tree people.

At once, all the tree people let out low roars, and the wooden skin on their bodies began to wriggle, as if something was about to break out of their bodies.

Seeing this, Zhou Yiqiao frowned slightly.

He could feel that the aura of these tree people was constantly rising, and seemed to be about to enter a violent state.

"Oh no, these tree people seem to be performing some secret technique."

He thought to himself, but did not stop. He continued to control the Netherworld Demon Sword to kill the tree man in front of him and weaken his vitality.

The tree people seemed to have fallen into a state of madness at this time. The fall of their companions did not affect them at all, but instead aroused their desire to kill.

Zhou Yiqiao realized something was wrong and killed another tree man. Then he retreated, trying to temporarily get away from this strange scene.

However, at this moment, a tree man suddenly let out a long roar towards the sky, and the wooden skin on his body instantly cracked, revealing the thick trunk and dense branches and leaves inside.

Its body expanded rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a giant tree tens of meters high. Its branches and roots spread wildly, like huge tentacles, smashing towards Zhou Yiqiao.

Zhou Yiqiao's pupils shrank slightly, and he dodged quickly, narrowly avoiding the attack of the tree roots.

As soon as he steadied himself, he found that the tree people around him began to change, turning into huge trees that surrounded him.

These trees exude a powerful aura, and every branch and leaf contains terrifying power.

Zhou Yiqiao's heart sank, knowing that he was in big trouble this time.

Before entering the Thousand Trees Realm, Bi Yao had never told him that these tree people had the secret skill to go berserk for a short period of time.

In other words, Zhou Yiqiao had no way to dissolve this secret technique at the first moment, and could only passively defend himself.

"call out!"

Zhou Yiqiao wielded the Netherworld Demon Sword, and the sword energy whistled as he chopped at the surrounding tree trunks.

“Dang! Bang!”

The crisp sound of collision was heard continuously.

Although the Netherworld Demon Sword was very powerful, it gradually weakened and became weak under the repeated attacks of dozens of trees.

Zhou Yiqiao's heart trembled. If this continued, his Netherworld Demon Sword would be consumed by these trees sooner or later, and he would probably be in despair by then.

There was a determination gleam in his eyes, and he was thinking quickly about countermeasures in his mind.

"Although these trees are huge and powerful, their minds are clouded after going berserk, and their movements are not as agile as before. Perhaps I can take advantage of this."

His mind moved and his body suddenly accelerated as he rushed towards a gap.

The tree people who turned into trees did not seem to expect Zhou Yiqiao to break through so decisively. They roared and waved their branches and roots wildly, trying to stop Zhou Yiqiao.

Zhou Yiqiao looked straight ahead, his body as agile as a dragon, constantly shuttling through the woods.

All attacks from tree trunks, vines, and branches failed.

Zhou Yiqiao seized the opportunity, his body suddenly shot out, and with a turn of his wrist, the tip of the sword pointed at the nearest tree man.

The tree man reacted very quickly and immediately pulled out a branch to block it.

"Hey!"

The sword blade pierced through the branch and went straight through the body of the tree man.

The tree man let out a shrill scream, his body trembled violently, and then fell down with a loud bang, turning into a pile of messy sawdust.

Zhou Yiqiao did not stop, he accelerated again and rushed towards the next target.

This time, he was more decisive and his sword intent was more fierce.

The Netherworld Demon Sword seemed to have turned into the god of death's scythe in his hand, and every swing took the life of a tree man.

Although the tree people were huge in size and powerful, they gradually began to be unable to cope with Zhou Yiqiao's sharp attack.

"Why, is this what you call being ashamed of your fellow countrymen?"

After dealing with most of the tree people in a row, Zhou Yiqiao's pressure was relieved. He sneered at Feilin, who was hiding behind the tree people with an embarrassed look on his face.

Feilin's gloomy face turned pale and blue. He stared at Zhou Yiqiao with gritted teeth, and vicious curses kept coming out of his mouth.

"Damn it, you dare to humiliate me like this!"

Feilin roared, his eyes were red, as if he was about to spit fire.

Zhou Yiqiao killed another tree man, and the emerald green blood splashed on his face, looking as terrifying as a demon in Feilin's eyes.

"If you can gather a group of well-trained monks to come and encircle and suppress me, I might even be able to look upon you with new eyes."

"As a result, you found such a group of rabble, which not only failed to help you, but also became the nutrients of my Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

He said indifferently with a mocking smile on his face.

"Although I don't know your identity, judging from the way you are dressed, you must have a high status among the tree people."

"Just watch carefully as I kill your so-called compatriots one by one."

As soon as Zhou Yiqiao finished speaking, the tree man Feilin was completely enraged. He roared, and swung a huge tree trunk with his strong arms and smashed it towards Zhou Yiqiao.