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

Zhao Haitao covered the wound on his neck, his lips trembling slightly.

He rolled his eyes with difficulty and looked at the young man next to him who was staring at him indifferently, his face soaked in blood and almost Youji, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"how is this possible?"

Zhao Haitao murmured in a low voice, feeling the rapid passing of life force in his body. His pupils were dilated, his consciousness began to blur, and his whole person slowly became limp.

"You can't die now."

Zhou Yiqiao's indifferent voice sounded from his ears, and then, a cold but very pure spiritual power flowed into his Dantian, restraining Zhao Haitao's rapidly passing vitality.

"puff!"

Zhao Haitao looked up to the sky and spit out a large mouthful of blood. His face was pale and his eyes were confused.

"I...I'm still alive?"

he asked weakly.

Zhou Yiqiao's voice was still cold.

"It's natural. You won't die until your ghost soldiers are completely refined into bloodline patterns by me."

After hearing this, Zhao Haitao managed to take a breath and tried to stand up, but it was obvious that he could no longer do it.

Zhao Haitao took a deep breath.

"Winning king or losing bandit, you can just kill me, why do you still humiliate me?"

"Humiliating you?"

Zhou Yiqiao was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"You're pretty good at being sentimental."

After that, he stopped talking nonsense with Zhao Haitao, grabbed him by the collar, and carried him back to Tianya City.

In the Huancai Pavilion, Hongyu had long been prepared for Zhou Yiqiao. After welcoming him into the Huancai Pavilion through the secret passage where the benefactor escaped from the Taoist couple's capture, she quietly took him into the residence in the backyard. .

Zhou Yiqiao threw the storage bag he had seized from Wang Peng and Zhao Haitao to Hongyu, and after asking the other party again to sell the stolen goods for him, he took Zhao Haitao into the secret room like a chicken.

In the secret room, Zhao Haitao had just been thrown to the ground, and his body was immediately ejected. The ghost soldier transformed into a long knife again in his hands, and swept out, trying to fight Zhou Yiqiao.

But Zhou Yiqiao ignored it and kicked out his right leg like lightning.

"boom!"

With a heavy kick on Zhao Haitao's chest, his burly body flew backwards and landed in the corner, causing the wall to tremble.

Zhao Haitao's entire chest was sunken, blood overflowed, and most of his vitality that had been restored became once again dying.

Zhou Yiqiao saved Zhao Haitao's life again, and then dragged him to a stone platform engraved with strange formations.

"You...what on earth are you going to do?"

Zhao Haitao's eyes were full of fear, and he seemed to have guessed something.

Sure enough, the next moment, Zhou Yiqiao pressed his left hand on Zhao Haitao's head, and the majestic evil spirit poured into Zhao Haitao's body along his left arm.

Under the control of Zhou Yiqiao, these evil spirits directly invaded Zhao Haitao's consciousness. In just one breath, he completely took control of Zhao Haitao's magical weapon, the ghost weapon.

Zhou Yiqiao stayed in Huancai Pavilion these days and did not waste time for no reason.

He was able to recognize Luo Xi's natal magic weapon immediately. The patterns engraved on the iron horse were bloodline patterns. Naturally, he could also collect the method of refining the bloodline patterns in a short period of time.

Accompanied by a heart-wrenching cry, Zhao Haitao's eyes were about to burst, and every nerve felt unprecedented severe pain.

Blood surged in his eyes, and even his pupils were stained red with blood.

The next moment, his whole body was shaken violently, and blood seeped out from the surface of his skin. At the same time, Zhao Haitao's cultivation level plummeted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His life was like a candle burning to the end, extinguishing little by little.

"I told you that you can't die yet."

Zhou Yiqiao's overbearing voice sounded again, and an arrogant healing spirit rushed into Zhao Haitao's body, as if forcibly adding a handful of fuel to his candlestick that was about to run out, forcing Zhao Haitao's fire of life to continue burning.

However, every successful monk knows that adding vitality to a dying person in such a disorderly manner will not only fail to extend his life span, but will also accelerate the depletion of his vitality, eventually causing his soul to return to the underworld.

But Zhou Yiqiao didn't care. He didn't seem to notice this at all. In other words, he didn't care about Zhao Haitao's life or death.

The ghost soldiers were enveloped by the evil energy activated by Zhou Yiqiao. They went all the way down from his sea of ​​consciousness, passing through the Baihui point, Dazhui point, and Mingmen point, until they came to Dantian, and violently shot out from his Dantian. The extraction!

As the ghost soldiers were pulled away from his body, Zhao Haitao instantly lost his support and fell to the ground with a crash, motionless.

Zhou Yiqiao dragged Zhao Haitao's body off the stone platform where the technique was performed, as if throwing away garbage, and threw it aside. His eyes were fixed on a ball of purple-black mist-like energy in his hand without blinking, with fanatical eyes.

This mist-like energy is exactly the energy essence condensed by the ghost soldiers after they left Zhao Haitao's body!

They floated in the palm of Zhou Yiqiao's hand, rotating in a very regular order. At the same time, they emitted a strong fishy smell that was nauseating.

Even so, Zhou Yiqiao was still admiring it like he was holding a peerless treasure.

"It's true that hard work pays off. After careful calculation for so long, I finally got this thing."

Zhou Yiqiao looked up to the sky and laughed, his excitement beyond words. His eyes were red and he wanted to look up to the sky and roar.

But he was no ordinary person. Although he was excited, he restrained himself and did not lose his sense of proportion.

The golden spiritual power flowed out from the palm and slowly merged into the purple-black energy. The two quickly intertwined and merged, and finally turned into a thumb-thick beam of light, illuminating the entire secret room like daylight.

Zhou Yiqiao smiled with satisfaction, and then with a thought, he summoned the Ten Thousand Soul Flags in the sea of ​​consciousness.

He waved the flag with one hand, and suddenly thousands of fierce ghosts roared together, and the miserable screams echoed in the secret room, which was breathtaking.

"Master Zhenjun, please come out quickly. This treasure is a peerless treasure that even Princess Da Xuantian will covet!"

As soon as the words fell, all the evil ghosts stopped shouting for an instant, and a heavier evil spirit floated out from the flags, landed on Zhou Yiqiao's shoulder, and turned into a strange bird.

The strange bird glanced at Zhou Yiqiao, then glanced at the light beam in Zhou Yiqiao's hand, and made a hoarse and unpleasant sound.

"Why have I never seen this thing before? Could it be that you want to harm me?"

Zhou Yiqiao chuckled upon hearing this.

"Master Zhenjun, what are you talking about? I will be both prosperous and deprived of you. How could I frame you next time?"

"This is the legendary bloodline pattern. It can increase the number of evil souls mastered by the True Lord. Try it now."