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

Everything happened between lightning and flint. Zhou Yiqiao had no time to stop it and watched helplessly as a gray light rose up from Luo Xi's hand, wrapping the entire Ten Thousand Soul Banner in the light.

"What does this mean, Fellow Daoist Luo!?"

Zhou Yiqiao was filled with fear and tightly grasped Luo Xi's magical weapon, the iron horse, preparing to strike first if the opponent made any changes and destroy the opponent's magical weapon in order to protect himself.

However, Luo Xi seemed to sense the change in his mood. She stopped what she was doing and turned to look at Zhou Yiqiao. With her smiling eyes, a pair of green lakes turned into the bright moon in the sky, which was dazzling.

"Don't worry, I don't mean any harm."

Luo Xi kept moving her hands and continued.

"Although this magical weapon of yours, like my iron horse, is a magic weapon refined with a large number of living souls, compared with my iron horse, this magical weapon of yours lacks a ray of vitality."

"vitality?"

The anger on Zhou Yiqiao's face solidified, full of doubts.

"What does Fellow Daoist Luo mean by this?"

"Even children who have just stepped into the path of immortality know that the more powerful the soul-like magic weapon is, the stronger the power of death is on it. How can there be any chance of survival?"

Hearing this, Luo Xi pointed at the iron horse still firmly held in Zhou Yiqiao's hand.

"Didn't you notice?"

Zhou Yiqiao followed Luo Xi's hand and found that there were several dark yellow lines faintly appearing on the originally dark and cold iron horse.

"This...this should be...the bloodline pattern?"

Zhou Yiqiao was stunned and asked uncertainly.

"Still somewhat experienced."

Luo Xi nodded with a smile, and then explained.

"Bloodline pattern is a kind of heavenly material and earthly treasure that can only be condensed in the body of an evil soul that has given birth to spiritual intelligence."

"Among my iron horses, there are several bloodline patterns condensed by the evil spirits who were born with spiritual wisdom."

"Because of the bloodline pattern, there are so many evil spirits stored in the iron horse, and there is not even a trace of bloat."

After Luo Xi finished speaking and handed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner back to Zhou Yiqiao, she grasped it in the air and the spear named Iron Horse returned to her hand.

Zhou Yiqiao frowned slightly, digesting the information in Luo Xi's words, suddenly grasped one of the key points, and spoke quickly.

"What does Fellow Daoist Luo mean by bloated?"

Luo Xi chuckled lightly and asked.

"Do you think that soul-like natal magic weapons can absorb living souls to increase their own strength without limit?"

"Isn't it?"

Zhou Yiqiao was confused.

When Luo Xi heard this, she curled her lips helplessly.

"If this is true, then all the monks in the world can refine a soul-like magical weapon, and then massacre the world's creatures in exchange for supreme power!"

Zhou Yiqiao fell silent.

Indeed, if the soul-like natal magic weapon really has such a heaven-defying ability, it is impossible that there has never been such a record in the classics he has read over the years.

Seeing that Zhou Yiqiao seemed to have figured out the key, Luo Xi continued.

"There are only tens of thousands of evil souls in your soul flag, so naturally you can't feel the overflowing feeling when your soul is about to be filled."

"Take the spiritual treasures we use in the Nascent Soul realm as an example. Although they will be affected by the quality of the natal magic treasures, after absorbing as many as 490,000 living souls, they will become swollen and overflowing, and the living souls will even more... Produces excruciating pain.”

"This kind of symptom can only be relieved by the advancement of the natal magic weapon or the tempering of blood vein patterns."

With that said, Luo Xi placed the iron horse across her chest, raised her chin, and said proudly.

"I, this iron horse, have already smelted ten bloodline patterns to reach the current number of souls."

After hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao finally understood what the other party meant, but at the same time, another question arose.

"But now that we know the upper limit of the soul-like magic weapon, when it is about to reach the limit, wouldn't it be possible to free up space by giving up the souls with low cultivation level?"

"of course not."

Luo Xi shook her head.

"The upper limit of 490,000 souls I mentioned is not the capacity, but the amount that this magical weapon can consume!"

"Even if you release all the 489,990 living souls in the past, this restriction will still appear after absorbing the 490,000 living souls!"

At this point, Zhou Yiqiao finally realized and bowed to Luo Xi sincerely.

"Fellow Daoist Luo is generous in giving me advice. Thank you Xu again!"

Luo Xi turned sideways to avoid the gift, and waved her hands with a smile, a hint of success flashed in her eyes.

"There are only a few monks who use soul-like natal magic weapons. We can be considered as kindred spirits after all, so there is no need to say thank you."

"If you really want to thank me for my teachings, why not tell me the whereabouts of Li Gui."

When Zhou Yiqiao heard this, he still looked like he didn't know what to say.

"Xu has already said that he has never heard of a monk with a name like Li Gui."

Seeing that Zhou Yiqiao still denied it, Luo Xi sighed.

"Hey, it's boring if you do this."

"In addition to binding the more than 900,000 living souls in my natal magical weapon, the Iron Horse, there is also a psychic ghost with the same name as the Iron Horse."

"This little guy has warned me since the first time you denied it."

"Not only do I know that you know Li Gui, but I also know that your surname is not Xu!"

"this......"

Luo Xi's decisive words made Zhou Yiqiao couldn't help but touch his nose in embarrassment.

After a while, Zhou Yiqiao smiled bitterly.

"Fellow Daoist Luo is worthy of being the princess of Da Xuantian. She has endless tricks. Zhou is willing to be defeated!"

"To be honest, I am Zhou Yiqiao of the Netherworld Demon Sect. I know a thing or two about Fellow Daoist Li Gui as Fellow Daoist Luo said."

Zhou Yiqiao continued to find a way out.

"But Zhou only knew that Li Gui came from the Yin Yang Sect in the Deadly Ghost Realm and was going to visit Huangquan Temple on this trip."

After Zhou Yiqiao finished speaking, he kept watching Luo Xi's expression changes.

Luo Xi fell into deep thought and contemplation after listening. If Zhou Yiqiao guessed correctly, he should have communicated with the psychic ghost in his mouth.

Sure enough, after the other party was silent for ten breaths, he finally smiled.

"Tie Ma said you didn't lie. If that's the case, then I will continue to hunt for this beast."

"As for the favor you owe me..."

Luo Xi rubbed her chin, pretending to be thinking.

After another ten breaths, she smiled and threw a jade pendant to Zhou Yiqiao.

"I will contact you through this jade pendant when I think about it!"

Having said that, before Zhou Yiqiao could react, he put on his visor and commanded his iron horse, disappearing into the clouds in the sky.