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

Hearing Zhou Yiqiao mentioning True Lord Xuanyun and His Highness the Saint, the Great Elder quickly took the elixir and swallowed it in one gulp without caring about his demeanor.

"Thank you very much, little friend Yiqiao. You should quickly find a place to heal your injuries."

"I won't be able to fully recover from this state for a while, and I may need your help later."

The great elder looked at Zhou Yiqiao with an earnest look, hoping to see a signal of agreement on Zhou Yiqiao's face.

"Don't worry, Great Elder. Since the Great Elder and I are the only ones who have survived by chance, I should be doing my best next time."

After saying that, the two of them remained silent and each found a place to sit on the ground and recover from the injuries in their bodies.

Because Zhou Yiqiao was prepared, he did not use all his strength in the battle with the Blood-eating Demon Lord. He only adjusted his sore and swollen meridians. After confirming that there was no hidden disease, he opened his eyes.

At this time, the sun had just set in the west, and only a few hours had passed since the battle with the Blood-eating Demon Lord.

Zhou Yiqiao looked at the great elder and couldn't help but shook his head when he saw that the elder was still sitting cross-legged and meditating like an old monk in meditation.

It seems that the great elder needs to take good care of himself before he can return to his peak condition.

With nothing going on, Zhou Yiqiao strolled to the gully, jumped onto the disk.

Perhaps it was because of the death of the owner, the Blood Demon Lord, that there was no longer the overwhelming sense of alienation on the disk a few hours ago.

Zhou Yiqiao stretched out his hand and stroked it for a moment, and his head began to become more active.

Although this treasure is already in a half-damaged state, it was still an acquired ancient treasure that could only be controlled by a god-transforming monk, and it was quite powerful.

The turbulent spiritual power surged out from Zhou Yiqiao's palm and merged into the disk. Within a moment, he clearly grasped the core of this disk magic weapon.

The damaged part of the magic weapon is in the core.

As long as it is repaired, the disc can regain its splendor, and Zhou Yiqiao can also sacrifice it and keep it in his pocket.

"It's just...how can we repair this damage?"

Zhou Yiqiao frowned and thought. Based on his current experience, he could not think of any way to solve the current dilemma.

Just when Zhou Yiqiao was distressed, a desolate and distant voice suddenly sounded.

"Who are you?"

Zhou Yiqiao looked up after hearing this.

An old man with red hair and red eyebrows, wearing a black robe, was seen standing on the disk, looking down at Zhou Yiqiao from a high position, with an icy cold light flashing in his turbid eyes.

The old man's cultivation seems real and illusory, making it difficult for people to see it clearly.

But Zhou Yiqiao could clearly feel that the opponent was much stronger than himself.

"Zhou Yiqiao, a disciple of the White Bone Taoist Master of Ten Thousand Bone Mountains of Netherworld Demon Sect, has met his senior."

Zhou Yiqiao bowed to the old man. Although he was calm on the outside, he was extremely alert in his heart.

"He's actually a monk from the Nether Demon Sect!?"

After hearing Zhou Yiqiao introduce himself to his family, the old man raised his eyebrows in surprise, and even his tone softened a lot.

"I am the soul of this blood-drinking millstone, called Blood Fiend. You can call me Senior Blood Fiend."

When Zhou Yiqiao heard this, he suddenly realized.

No wonder this person is so powerful.

"Senior Blood Fiend, the Blood Demon King wanted to use this junior as blood food, but he was not strong enough and was killed by the junior."

"The junior was just thinking about how to repair the damage in the senior's body and refine it for his own use."

The left and right weapon souls could not take the initiative to attack the monks, so Zhou Yiqiao told the other party frankly what he was thinking.

"Hey, this disciple of Sucking Blood is still as headstrong as before, but now he is trapped in a cocoon."

The blood demon's mood didn't seem to have the slightest fluctuation due to the fall of the Blood Demon King. Instead, he sighed with regret.

Xue Sha's tone was filled with a sense of vicissitudes and helplessness.

Zhou Yiqiao asked cautiously after hearing this.

"Senior, what is this unspeakable secret?"

"Hey."

Hearing this, Xue Sha sighed again, and then talked eloquently.

"I made it with my own hands by sucking blood. I followed him through all the obstacles and cultivated it to the state of becoming a god."

"It's a pity that later on, we offended a direct disciple of a large sect and were forced to flee to the barren land of Yanzhou."

"I was sucking blood and dying, and all I could think about was taking on my own mantle, so I had this child."

The blood evil said and simply sat on the blood-drinking millstone.

"This child was originally kind-hearted, but he was valued by the blood sucker. After ascending to the heaven from a mortal to a monk, he gradually became ignorant and arrogant."

"When Suixue was still alive, there was someone who could restrain him from arrogance and impatience and concentrate on his practice."

"But when the blood-sucking soul returned to Jiuyou and absorbed all the blood-sucking legacy, he suddenly became lawless."

"This child's talent is actually not very high, so he had evil thoughts and forced me to help him besiege the monks to speed up his practice."

"This injury on my body was also sustained by him when I was resisting."

After listening to Xue Sha's narration, Zhou Yiqiao also sighed for a while.

Although all monks have immortality as their ultimate goal, if they are too greedy for immortality, sooner or later they will fall into the devil's path and become the puppet of the inner demon.

And this blood-sucking demon king is just such a puppet who is completely controlled by the inner demon.

"To be fair to senior, this junior really wants to refine this blood-drinking millstone for his own use. I wonder if senior can agree?"

Thinking of this, Zhou Yiqiao asked sincerely.

"If senior can agree, I promise you that I will do everything possible to help senior repair the damage in the body."

After hearing Zhou Yiqiao's words, Xue Sha was silent for a long time, looking at Zhou Yiqiao with a pair of vicissitudes of life eyes, as if he wanted to see through his skin and into his soul.

After a long time, he finally spoke.

"I can promise you, but you need to agree to my request before I can be willing to use you."

"Speaking."

Zhou Yiqiao was extremely happy when he heard that Xue Sha agreed.

"This is not only my wish, but also my wish."

"If you can promise me to go to the Deadly Ghost Realm to kill a god-transformation monk for us in the future, I will agree to your request."

"Dead Silence Ghostland?!"

Zhou Yiqiao was stunned when he heard this.

It turns out that the original owner of this blood-drinking millstone came from the Deadly Ghost Realm.

Xue Sha thought that Zhou Yiqiao was afraid of the opponent's strength, so he spoke again.

"I know that you are not a match for that person yet. I just ask you to avenge your blood sucking in the future when you are strong enough."

After hearing the old man's request to retreat again and again, Zhou Yiqiao naturally had no reason to refuse.

"That's it, junior agrees."