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

The Sikong Pan shattered at the touch, and Zhou Yiqiao's mind was damaged. He only felt a sweet sensation in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

Fortunately, this silver sword net was no longer as powerful as before due to Sikong Pan's defensive power.

Zhou Yiqiao condensed the spiritual power in his body into a gang and was able to block this attack.

As for another fellow Taoist who was in the middle stage of foundation building, he was not so lucky.

His magic weapon was also turned into powder under the silver-white knife net, but this man's spiritual power was not as strong as Zhou Yiqiao's. After the spiritual shield was broken, part of the sword energy still hit his physical body.

In the blink of an eye, he was bleeding profusely and lost all his vitality.

The three monks in the late stages of foundation building also suffered considerable injuries.

Seeing that an attack by the treasure-protecting puppet almost reduced two more members, the late-stage foundation-building male cultivator who had been silent all the way struggled to speak.

"You three, give me some time to make tea while I arrange the demon-slaying formation!"

After saying that, he slammed the storage bag, took out five formation flags, and flew in the five directions of the weapon refining room in the position of the five elements.

Seeing that they finally had a glimmer of hope, Zhou Yiqiao and the others took out their magical weapons and started fighting with the treasure-protecting puppet, regardless of their injuries.

The Liuyang Sect old man spat out a mouthful of blood essence on the dark blue orb in his hand, and then threw it directly towards the treasure-protecting puppet.

The orb turned from blue to red, and melted into a pool of blood-colored liquid when it was only a foot away from the puppet.

The blood-colored liquid kept changing, and in one breath it turned into a blood shadow that looked very similar to the old man.

The blood shadow spat out blood mist and opened its arms to embrace the treasure-protecting puppet.

"Chichi~"

The flowing blood touched the jade body of the puppet, as if flesh and blood had fallen into the acid. As bursts of white smoke floated up, the jade coating of the treasure-protecting puppet was corroded, revealing the yellow-brown clay inside.

When the treasure-protecting puppet saw that his body was damaged, he showed a hint of anger like a human being. Then his body shook and he broke away from the blood-colored liquid.

It made a harsh noise, and once again summoned a piece of black armor, covering the damaged body.

The puppet wearing treasure armor did not retreat but advanced, attacking the old man who damaged its body.

The old man used the essence and blood secret method. At this moment, his face was pale and it was too late to avoid the puppet's attack.

At the critical moment, the plump female cultivator spoke out, and a snow-white lotus flower bloomed in the air. The lotus swayed, and the beautiful figure in the white coat crashed into the treasure-protecting puppet.

This lotus flower seemed soft and weak, but it exploded the moment it got close to the treasure-protecting puppet.

Powerful spiritual pressure swept across the entire refining room in an instant, and the treasure-protecting puppet at the center of the explosion was knocked to the ground by the spiritual energy wave.

Zhou Yiqiao saw the right moment and took out a piece of talisman paper glowing with blue light from the storage bag.

He held the talisman paper between his fingers, and injected his spiritual power into the talisman paper. In an instant, a breath of thunder from heaven and earth filled the entire weapon refining room.

A dark cloud condensed into a ball in the weapon refining room at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a huge thunder and lightning burst out from the dark cloud, striking at the treasure-protecting puppet.

The thunder of destruction engulfed the entire puppet. The black armor on the puppet could not withstand the electric light that seemed to destroy everything. It lost its dazzling color in just a few breaths.

The black treasured armor lost all its spiritual power and turned into a piece of mortal iron, falling to pieces on the ground.

The treasure-protecting puppet, which was originally made of jade, was now charred black, and its joints were creaking.

But after all, this thing is just a puppet forged by a monk. Even if it is severely damaged, it still follows the will of the forger and stands up again.

Zhou Yiqiao saw that the treasure-protecting puppet was still moving, and he squeezed the Ice and Thunder Talisman in his hand tightly, thinking about activating it again, when the male cultivator who set up the formation finally responded.

"The formation is complete! Stay away quickly!"

When Zhou Yiqiao and the other two heard what the man said, they each retreated as if they were being pardoned.

The man took out the formation disk, and spiritual power burst out from his fingertips. At a point in the center of the formation disk, the five set formation flags emitted five colors of light, and five strange formation patterns slowly formed from under the flags. The formation patterns were intertwined with the protective treasure. The puppet's feet.

Five tentacles of different colors broke out of the ground, tightly wrapped around the five limbs of the treasure-protecting puppet, and pulled hard in the direction of the five formation flags.

A heartbreaking sound reached everyone's ears, and with a "bang", the treasure-protecting puppet was torn into six parts.

The spiritual power in the puppet seemed to have found an outlet to vent, and it continued to flow out of the puppet's body.

As the spiritual power decreased, the treasure-protecting puppet turned into a handful of yellow-brown clay in an instant.

Perhaps due to the puppet's use, the flaming buckler and silver-white sword also dimmed and lost their spiritual power.

Seeing that the old man and the plump female cultivator were out of danger, they collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.

Zhou Yiqiao put the Ice and Thunder Talisman into his storage bag, took a spiritual enhancement pill, and sat cross-legged in the corner to quietly restore his spiritual power.

A strange silence suddenly formed in the refining room.

"I also want to choose two of the treasures here."

The male formation cultivator suddenly spoke, and the content of his words was like thunder on the ground, arousing Zhou Yiqiao who was practicing.

"I agree."

Zhou Yiqiao was the first to agree to the man's request. This man had not expended too much spiritual energy to deal with the treasure-protecting puppet since he proposed the arrangement of the demon-killing formation. At this time, he was the most powerful among the four.

Moreover, the Sikong Pan in Zhou Yiqiao's hand had been damaged when facing the enemy. At this time, he had no means of defense and had lost the ability to fight against this person.

After Zhou Yiqiao finished speaking, he continued to sit cross-legged in the corner, seizing the time to restore the consumed spiritual power in his body. The damaged consciousness was still released from the body at this moment, always paying attention to the movements of the other three people.

The old man and the plump female cultivator struggled, and after some deliberation, they each nodded and agreed to the man's request.

"In that case..."

The man stood up, stretched his muscles leisurely, and walked toward the deep room where the magic weapons were stored.

suddenly!

A blood shadow appeared at his feet and went straight to the man's face from bottom to top!

The man seemed to have been prepared. He sneered, slammed his storage bag, summoned a golden sword, turned into a chain, and killed the old man.

The golden sword pierced through the old man's head, but no blood flowed out. Instead, it turned into blood-red liquid, melting the golden sword into it.

The man's pupils shrank, and he had a bad secret. He reached out to take out the defensive magic weapon from the storage bag. The liquid at his feet changed into the appearance of an old man. He grabbed the man's throat and twisted it gently. Sent to hell.

The blood dyed the old man's gray beard into blood red, and his pupils revealed a color of intoxication.

The old man did not stop, he instantly came to the side of the plump female cultivator, pierced the female cultivator's chest with a hand knife, and then rushed towards Zhou Yiqiao!