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

Sensing the fluctuation of true energy coming from a distance, Zhou Yiqiao felt happy, immediately concealed himself and lurked over quietly.

When he got closer, he discovered that the two sides fighting in the distance were wearing the disciple uniforms of the Golden Armor Sect and the Demon Sword Sect respectively.

Among them, the disciples of Mo Dao Sect are already in the middle stage of Yuanying, while the monks of Jinjia Sect are only in the early stage of Yuanying.

"If I remember correctly, the Golden Armor Sect and the Demon Sword Sect should both be medium-sized demon sects under Mo Tuo Mountain. Why did they suddenly start fighting among themselves?"

Zhou Yiqiao thought to himself, but did not alert the enemy. He was still hiding in the dark to observe the progress of the situation.

As the fight between the two became more and more intense, the Demon Knife Sect monks' superiority in cultivation gradually became apparent. The Jinjia Sect monks were retreating steadily and were forced into a desperate situation.

Seeing this, Zhou Yiqiao curled up into a sneer, and ran out like a ghost, rushing into the battle in the blink of an eye.

The monks of the Golden Armor Sect originally thought that they were certain to die, but at this critical moment, they suddenly saw a figure in black clothes floating down.

In an instant, as if grasping a life-saving straw, he shouted loudly towards Zhou Yiqiao.

"This fellow Taoist, Jinjia Sect Xing Wuxie, this traitor from the Demon Sword Sect possesses our sect's suppression technique. Please help me kill this person, and I will definitely reward him generously afterwards!"

Hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao raised his eyebrows slightly, with a cruel smile on his face.

"Easy to say, easy to say..."

While Xing Wuxie tried his best to resist the attack of the Demon Sword Sect monk, he shouted loudly towards Zhou Yiqiao.

"I also ask fellow Taoist to take his life quickly and don't let him escape!"

Zhou Yiqiao nodded slightly, and then took a step forward. With his right arm stretched out, a blue dagger suddenly appeared in his palm.

The moment he grasped the dagger tightly, he swung it suddenly and swept towards the Demon Sword Sect monk.

The sharp cold light streaked through the air, causing a screaming sound that made people feel heart-stopping.

"brush!"

Facing this extremely ferocious blow, the Demon Sword Sect monk's pupils shrank suddenly, and a look of panic appeared.

However, it was too late for this person to retreat at this time.

In his haste, he could only hold up all his true energy defense, hoping to withstand Zhou Yiqiao's fierce and domineering blow.

"Bang!!"

Accompanied by a loud noise, cold light shone, and the sharp blade struck the true energy barrier.

In an instant, violent zhenyuan swept across all directions, flying sand and rocks, obscuring the surrounding vision.

Zhou Yiqiao's body remained motionless, but the monk from the Demon Sword Sect flew out like a kite with its string broken, creating a deep pit hundreds of feet away.

He struggled to stand up, clutching his chest in unbearable pain, and looked at Zhou Yiqiao high in the sky with fear.

"Who are you? Why are you an enemy of my Demon Sword Sect!"

Zhou Yiqiao curled his lips and responded to the monk from the Demon Sword Sect with another cold light that covered the sky and the sun.

This blow was more forceful and aimed directly at the opponent's throat, causing his pupils to shrink suddenly and a look of horror on his face, but he had no time to resist at all.

"Pfft!"

Blood sprayed out, and a huge and ferocious head rolled to the ground.

Zhou Yiqiao sheathed his sword, then slowly dropped to the edge of the pit. He leaned over and took off the storage bag from the man's waist. After arrogantly breaking the restrictions on the storage bag, he took out an exquisite jade slip.

"Fellow Daoist Xing, what is recorded in this jade slip is your Jinjia Sect's suppression technique, right?"

Zhou Yiqiao held the jade slip and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Yes, it is exactly this. Thank you fellow Taoist for avenging Xing. I will remember this kindness. I will surely repay you well in the future!"

At this time, Xing Wuxie was already scarred and severely injured, but he still gritted his teeth and said these words, showing extremely tenacious perseverance.

Hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao shook his head slightly.

"There is no need to report it again tomorrow."

Xing Wuxie doesn't know why.

"What does this mean, fellow Taoist?"

"Fellow Daoist Xing is a smart man, why do you need to ask so clearly?"

Zhou Yiqiao's pupils were as dark as ink and bottomless. The next moment, they suddenly disappeared from Xing Wuxie's spiritual sense.

Xing Wuxie's alarm bell blared, he gritted his teeth to support his scarred body, and staggered back.

"Hey~"

A sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from the void, and then a sharp cold light pierced the sky and shot out towards Xing Wuxie.

"puff!"

Blood splattered and cold light passed through his body. Xing Wuxie's body trembled suddenly and froze in place.

He lowered his head and looked at the hole pierced by the dagger in his chest, his face full of disbelief, and finally fell to the ground.

"you……"

Xing Wuxie opened his mouth, struggled to spit out a word, and then lost all vitality, his body and soul disappeared.

Zhou Yiqiao glanced at Xing Wuxie's body indifferently, stretched out his hand, and used the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to absorb the souls of the two Nascent Souls. At the same time, he took out the scroll he obtained from Brother Xuanya and started to collect the Daoyun of the two.

Because it was his first attempt, Zhou Yiqiao did not dare to be too aggressive, lest it backfire.

A series of unfamiliar sealing methods ended, and the two scrolls only absorbed about 40% of the Dao Yun.

Although all this did not meet Zhou Yiqiao's expectations, he did not dare to stay here too long, so he quickly left the place in a flash.

"嗖~嗖~嗖~~"

Almost immediately after Zhou Yiqiao left, three rays of light came from a distance and stopped steadily beside the pit.

These three people are three quite old men, and their cultivation levels are all at the peak of Nascent Soul.

At this time, their attention was completely attracted by the mess on the ground.

"It should be right here, but why can't I feel a trace of innocence and the aura of the Demon Sword Sect thief?"

A thin old woman said with a frown, her eyes dark as water, and she seemed a little angry.

The other two remained silent and looked around solemnly.

After a long time, one of the men with a rough face said in a low voice.

“After all, it’s the people who got there first.”

"Killing Wu Xie and Wu Xie in such a clean and tidy manner, and cleaning up the traces along the way. With such terrifying strength, I don't know which side has it."

The old woman on the side pondered for a moment, and then spoke slowly.

"No matter who it is, the Golden Talisman and Armor Technique is our Jinjia Sect's method of suppressing the sect. It must not fall into the hands of others so easily."

Having said this, she turned to look at the other two people and asked in a deep voice.

"What do you two think?"

The rugged man thought for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the monk beside him who had never spoken, and said in a deep voice.

"Now that Wuxie is dead, if we three old guys can't even recover the method to suppress the sect, we won't be able to return to the sect alive."

"Jinxing, quickly use the method of summoning souls to awaken the innocent remnant soul and inquire about the whereabouts of the murderer!"

After hearing the words, the monk immediately agreed, then took out a jade tablet from his arms, threw it in the air, and performed an obscure magic trick.