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

After Zhou Yiqiao's words fell, a murderous aura filled the air, and the air in the entire conference hall plummeted several degrees.

This bone-chilling murderous aura enveloped the entire meeting hall, causing all the guests present to remain silent and not dare to make the slightest move.

Although they couldn't see Zhou Yiqiao's strength clearly, they knew the strength of the leader of the guards clearly!

To be able to severely injure a monk in the foundation-building realm and make him faint with one blow, the opponent's strength must be at the peak of the foundation-building realm, or even at the golden elixir realm!

Facing such a powerful Zhou Yiqiao, Song Wenxuan took a deep breath. After a long time, he calmed down the anger in his heart and spoke.

"Fellow Taoist, it's because Song is unwilling to trade this Poria cocos."

"In fact, this poria grass is the food of King Thousand Feathers Phantom Butterflies. No one can harvest it privately without the permission of King Thousand Feathers Phantom Butterflies. Violators will suffer the revenge of King Thousand Feathers Phantom Butterflies!"

"If this fellow Taoist wants Poria cocos, I hope you will personally seek help from the King of Thousand Feathers Fantasy Butterflies. If King Thousand Feathers Fantasy Butterfly is willing to part with your love, Song will immediately send someone to offer the Poria cocos!"

"Ha... As expected of the Song family, which started its business by succumbing to the demon clan and exploiting human monks. When trouble comes, it will move out of its own demon master. What a slave!"

Zhou Yiqiao completely lost his patience, and the overwhelming sword intent and bitter taunts poured out, oppressing everyone present.

"Stop talking nonsense! How can our dignified Jindan Song family tolerate your slander?"

"My Song family has always respected the human race, and we have never oppressed human monks. We, the Song family, will never let go of your slander!"

Hearing Zhou Yiqiao's taunting, not to mention Song Wenxuan, even the members of the Song family who had never spoken a word stood up and glared at Zhou Yiqiao.

Although Zhou Yiqiao's words were not wrong, after all, there were a large number of outsiders present at this moment, and the Song family monks were determined not to admit this.

Zhou Yiqiao turned a deaf ear, picked up the spiritual tea on the table, poured himself a cup, and said calmly.

"For the last time, take out the Poria cocos grass and trade it with me. I will definitely give the Song family a fair price."

"If you don't bring the Poria cocos after drinking this pot of tea, you will be responsible for the consequences."

His gestures and remarks made Song Wenxuan look embarrassed, but due to Zhou Yiqiao's bottomless strength, he could not find a suitable response for a while.

He moved out the Thousand Feathers Fantasy Butterfly from the Demon Clan. Although he wanted to make Zhou Yiqiao succumb to it, more importantly, it was because this Lord Qian Feathers Fantasy Butterfly was indeed as violent as he said.

If the Song family agrees to the deal today because they are afraid of Zhou Yiqiao's power, tomorrow there will be human monks who want to replace the Song family and go to Qianyu Huandie to report the matter.

When the time comes, when the monster in the Nascent Soul Realm becomes furious, my Jindan family will definitely turn into dust!

Compared to the foreseeable death, Song Wenxuan was more willing to offend the unknown threat of Zhou Yiqiao in front of him.

"Why are you so aggressive?"

Song Wenxuan spoke again, wanting to make a final test.

But unfortunately, Zhou Yiqiao seemed not to hear his words, and drank to himself with a cold expression, completely ignoring Song Wenxuan's increasingly ugly expression.

"Since your Excellency is so obsessed with it, no wonder Song is so ruthless!"

"Take action and kill this officer!"

Song Wenxuan suddenly waved his sleeves and shouted lowly.

Immediately, a dozen monks who were in the early stages of Golden Elixir and at the peak of foundation building came from all over the station and surrounded Zhou Yiqiao.

Feeling the sharp aura coming from all around, Zhou Yiqiao narrowed his eyes slightly, as if feeling pity for the Song family monks, and shook his head repeatedly.

The next moment, he spilled the unfinished spiritual tea in his hand and turned it into a series of shock waves, shooting directly at everyone.

"Pfft!"

Accompanied by bursts of soft noises as fine as mosquitoes, the Gang Qi barrier on all the monks' bodies broke instantly.

Immediately afterwards, those spiritual teas sprinkled all over their bodies like raindrops, with a biting cold poison, invading their skin and flesh, freezing their internal organs.

In just three breaths, everyone, including the monks in the early stages of the golden elixir, stagnated in mid-air, stiffening into sculptures, with no life left at all.

"Bang~!"

As the last body fell to the ground, the entire Song family meeting hall became silent.

Everyone's eyes widened in shock, looking at the bodies on the ground that had long since lost their vitality.

Those were all the elites trained by the Song family, and they were all killed so easily that they didn't even have time to escape!

Even if Qian Yu Huan Die, the Nascent Soul Demon King who controls this place, is present, he probably cannot kill all the elites of the Song family including the Golden Core cultivators so easily, right?

Just when everyone was thinking wildly, Zhou Yiqiao suddenly disappeared from his seat.

The next second, everyone watched helplessly as Zhou Yiqiao crossed Song Wenxuan, leaned over and looked at Song Yanyun behind him, and asked with a smile.

"Do you know where your grandfather Song Changyun is now?"

Song Yanyun was just a child who had just felt spiritual energy. He had never experienced such a battle. When Zhou Yiqiao asked, he spoke timidly.

"Grandpa...Grandpa is currently in seclusion in the cave in the back mountain, preparing to break through to the later stage of the Golden Core."

"very good!"

Hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao reached out and caressed Song Yanyun's head, very kindly.

But when his palm left Song Yanyun's body, the young man completely lost his life and fell straight down.

"Yanyun!"

Seeing his child losing his life, Song Wenxuan finally couldn't bear it any longer, screamed in grief, and rushed towards Zhou Yiqiao crazily.

"Noisy!"

Zhou Yiqiao snorted softly, raised his right hand, and lightly grabbed it towards the void. In an instant, a huge aura hand condensed out of thin air, grabbed Song Wenxuan's head, and crushed it completely like a watermelon!

Blood spattered and fell into Zhou Yiqiao's eyes, making them even colder and crueler.

He still put on his iconic smile and looked at the guests around him.

"Don't be nervous, everyone. I have been skilled in this for more than a hundred years, and you will definitely not feel the slightest pain."

After saying that, he clapped his hands, and a black mist surged out from between his eyebrows, turned into a strange black bird, and landed on Zhou Yiqiao's shoulder.

This strange bird is exactly the soul beast in the Ten Thousand Soul Banner!

"Look, Lord Zhenjun, these are the blood food prepared for you, enjoy them quickly."

"Okay, okay! You have a conscience!"

The spirit beast screamed, flapped its wings and flew high, returning to its original appearance of blocking out the sky and the sun.

Countless black mist spread out from his body, fell to the ground, turned into fierce ghosts, and rushed toward everyone present.