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

In the blink of an eye, two years have passed.

On this day, Zhou Yiqiao was sitting upright on a futon in Shenjian Tower. He looked like a withered pine growing in a lonely mountain, with a solemn face, neither sad nor happy.

In front of him, a strange-looking three-foot long sword was suspended.

The long sword seemed to be dyed with ink, completely black.

There is no inscription or seal on the sword itself, and it is even bumpy and uneven.

From a distance, this thing looks more like a branch than a long sword.

But it was such an inconspicuous magic sword that spent a lot of Zhou Yiqiao's time and a lot of resources from the Ten Thousand Bones Mountain Treasure House in the past two years.

That's right, this ugly-looking flying sword is the companion magic sword that Zhou Yiqiao forged based on the description in Chang Geng's Nine Refined Soul-Locking Sword Techniques!

“Buzz buzz buzz.”

Waves of trembling sword sounds echoed on the sword, as if expressing the excitement and excitement in Zhou Yiqiao's heart.

In the past two years, he spent a lot of resources on this long sword, and even channeled most of the spiritual power in the golden elixir into it.

Now that the clouds are clear and the moon is clear, he can finally use this magic sword that he spent a lot of effort to complete the next step in Chang Geng's Nine Soul-Locking Sword Techniques!

"Cloud Nine."

Zhou Yiqiao hummed in his mouth, and Shen Jianlou was suddenly filled with the ethereal sword intent!

The sword intention is vast and boundless, like the Milky Way flowing backwards, and a majestic energy circulates throughout the Shenjian Tower, like an abyss or an ocean, unfathomable!

The black magic sword soared into the sky and disappeared into the large pale golden mist in mid-air. It seemed to be dissolved and disappeared in an instant.

The pale golden mist suddenly surged out of thin air.

As the mist floated, the surrounding space suddenly rippled and spread, and a pitch-black crack appeared out of thin air.

The black crack seemed to have infinite magic power, and the sword intent from all over the building poured into the crack one after another.

This state lasted for half an hour. When all the sword intent was swallowed up by the crack, the crack suddenly collapsed, then condensed again, and finally turned back into the accompanying magic sword.

This time, the companion magic sword seemed to be much more solid.

The sharp edge of the ugly sword body is clearly visible, as if it can cut through the sky anytime and anywhere.

Zhou Yiqiao let out a soft breath, his eyes suddenly opened, a cold arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he whispered a name as if calling a companion.

"dusk."

The next moment, Huo Mu seemed to feel something and immediately responded.

The three-foot long sword drew a jet-black sword light. After flying in the air for several weeks, like a migratory bird returning to its nest, the sword hilt fell into Zhou Yiqiao's palm.

Zhou Yiqiao held the dusk in his hand, and his figure disappeared in the Shenjian Tower in the blink of an eye. When he reappeared, he was already more than a hundred feet above the Sword-washing Pond.

He closed his eyes tightly, holding the dusk in his hand across his chest, and the spiritual power all over his body erupted like a flood breaking a bank, pouring into the dusk, causing it to bloom with dazzling golden light!

The golden light shrouded the dusk, making the dusk look like an artifact, full of endless power.

The sword light hovered in the air like a tornado, the sword light on the tip of the sword flickered, and the wind and clouds in the entire space were constantly shaking.

Suddenly, Zhou Yiqiao held the hilt of the sword with both hands and slashed downwards!

"boom!"

Countless ethereal sword lights intertwined, tearing apart the layers of space, and fell towards the ground with an indestructible momentum!

The whole world was swaying and shaking violently, and the whole world seemed to be divided under this sword.

The sword light struck the ground, bursting out with dazzling light, and a huge crack tens of feet long and several feet wide spread from the ground to all sides.

Everything around was shattered under this crack, and everyone in Wangu Mountain looked towards the location of the sword washing pool with a look of horror on their faces.

Among a group of maids who had just finished sweeping and left the Bone Palace, a maid who was only in the late stages of Qi Refining said in surprise.

"That direction seems to be the Fifth Young Master's cave. How could such a terrifying sword energy be produced?"

The leader, a maid in blue who was in the early stages of foundation building, stopped him with a serious look.

"Silence! The Fifth Young Master is the direct disciple of Elder Bai Gu. How can it be that my subordinates can discuss it!?"

As soon as she finished speaking, another thunder-like loud noise came from the sky, making everyone's heart beat wildly, and there was unconcealable fear on their faces.

"If you want to live, please leave me quickly! If you are accidentally injured by this sword energy, no one will care about the lives of our servants!"

The maid in blue said hurriedly.

The faces of everyone around him changed drastically when they heard this, and they quickly left the place and fled in all directions.

For a time, the entire Wangu Mountain servants were in a mess like this maid.

Zhou Yiqiao had no idea what was happening on Wangu Mountain. All his energy was focused on Bo Mu's sword. As the sword light flickered, his understanding of Jiuxiaoyun became more and more profound.

The sword light became thicker and thicker, and became larger and larger. The sword light was like a waterfall, and it kept spitting out, forming a huge sword cloud in the sky!

"not good!"

Zhou Yiqiao's expression suddenly changed slightly, and he raised his head and looked towards the sky.

He had been immersed in the realization of Jiuxiaoyun, but he never realized that the power of the sword cloud above his head had unintentionally gathered into a threat that he could not control.

Zhou Yiqiao's heart suddenly shivered and he quickly restrained his sword, but it was too late.

At the critical moment, a dry yet gentle voice sounded in his ears.

"Your understanding of Jiuxiaoyun has reached the level of Xiaocheng, which is very good."

Zhou Yiqiao turned around and saw an old man with white beard hanging down his shoulders and white hair standing behind him.

This old man was dressed in light gray. Although his face looked old, there was a hint of sharpness between his eyebrows that made it difficult to look directly at him.

The person who came was none other than Zhou Yiqiao’s cheap master, Elder Bai Gu!

Zhou Yiqiao ignored the sword cloud hanging upside down above his head and saluted respectfully towards the Skeleton Elder.

"This disciple is greedy for merit and rushes forward. I hope Master can help me!"

Elder Bai Gu took one look at Jian Yun's power, chuckled and waved his hand.

"Don't worry, Master, I just rushed here because I saw that you were about to lose control, so I will naturally protect you!"

After the Bone Elder finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved, and the sword cloud spanning dozens of feet flew into his sleeves and robes.

In just an instant, the sky that was covered with sword clouds just now turned into a clear sky.

After solving the immediate crisis, Elder Baigu waved to Zhou Yiqiao, then landed on the ground first, walked towards the sword washing pool with his hands behind his back.

Although Zhou Yiqiao didn't know the other party's intentions, he didn't dare to show any slightest intention.

He followed Elder Baigu step by step and entered the Shenjian Tower together.

The maid personally selected by Qijian served the two of them tea and then withdrew, and the atmosphere became silent for a while.