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

The elder Jiu left completely, the spiritual pressure disappeared, and the vast valley returned to silence.

Perhaps it was because the spiritual pressure in this Bitan had reached an extremely terrifying level. Even if Zhou Yiqiao released his spiritual consciousness, he could only feel a few feet around him.

This feeling is very uncomfortable for Zhou Yiqiao, who has been accustomed to having a spiritual consciousness that exceeds that of his peers for more than a hundred years.

"Refining this spiritual liquid as soon as possible, and then leave here."

Zhou Yiqiao made up his mind, then stopped thinking about it, kept his mind calm, completely eliminated distracting thoughts from his mind, and devoted himself to absorbing the spiritual liquid.

Under the traction of the Nine-Turn Reincarnation Skill, the emerald-green wood-type spiritual liquid completely enveloped him. Coupled with Zhou Yiqiao's motionless appearance, he looked like a green statue carved from jade, full of majesty.

Time passed slowly, and Zhou Yiqiao's skin was always covered with a faint emerald green halo, which complemented the spiritual liquid in the Bitan and was full of vitality.

His breathing became slower and slower, and even in the end, his chest stopped rising and falling completely, as if he had completely merged with the entire Wanmu Valley.

As his practice deepened, the time required for the Nine-Turn Reincarnation Gong to run for one week became less and less, and the spiritual liquid in Bitan began to be absorbed by Zhou Yiqiao at an indescribable speed.

The green spiritual liquid turned into a stream and entered Zhou Yiqiao's body through various acupoints and pores, and was instantly captured by the Nine-turn Reincarnation Kung Fu.

Encouraged by Zhou Yiqiao's own spiritual power, this pure wood-attributed spiritual power quickly swam through Zhou Yiqiao's meridians, like green snakes, agile but without losing the pressure that spiritual power should have.

Soon, all the meridians were filled with this pure wood spirit power, and every inch of flesh and blood was filled with strong vitality.

Zhou Yiqiao's body trembled slightly, as if he was undergoing a huge impact of force, but he did not flinch, always maintaining a stable state, and never wasted a moment to absorb this spiritual power.

His meridians seemed to be being reshaped by a mysterious force, gradually becoming stronger and smoother.

Time is still passing, and the spiritual fluid in Bitan is getting less and less, but Zhou Yiqiao's body gradually exudes a powerful aura.

The spiritual power of wood condensed a dark green carapace around him, shrouding him in it, making him look extremely sacred.

"Click~!"

Suddenly, the carapace cracked open, and Zhou Yiqiao's closed eyes suddenly opened, his eyes sharp, like a knife cutting through the air around him.

The last drop of spiritual liquid entered Zhou Yiqiao's body, and the spiritual liquid in Bitan was completely absorbed and refined. A pale golden cyclone with a cold aura quickly formed above his head.

This is a sign that Zhou Yiqiao's Dantian is overflowing with spiritual power and is about to break through to the middle stage of Nascent Soul!

If an ordinary monk was like this, he would definitely be overjoyed, but Zhou Yiqiao felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, with a solemn look on his face.

Because he is different from ordinary people, suggesting a demon infant monk!

Although ordinary monks cannot achieve the same level of understanding of the Great Dao and their own cultivation during their daily practice, they can still be considered unsatisfactory.

But for a demon infant monk like Zhou Yiqiao, his understanding of the great path and his cultivation are completely unrelated entities.

His Dao can only be powerful by means of plunder, and it is impossible for him to have even the slightest realization in the process of practice!

Not to mention that Zhou Yiqiao could only advance to the early stage of Yuanying, and the Avenue of Immortality only plundered two inferior Dao Yun, which could not reach the level of the middle stage of Yuanying!

This is a fatal situation...

Zhou Yiqiao was so anxious that he couldn't step out of the deep pit where the spiritual liquid had dried up.

The spiritual power cyclone has formed spontaneously without Zhou Yiqiao's control. At this moment, it is a state where the whole body is affected by a single move.

He did not act rashly when he was not completely sure, in order to avoid a more difficult-to-handle crisis.

"Fortunately, I still have three-thirds of the complete Dao Yun left."

A smile appeared on Zhou Yiqiao's lips, and the next moment, three scrolls containing a lot of Taoist charm appeared in Zhou Yiqiao's left hand.

Time waits for no one, Zhou Yiqiao did not dare to delay, and immediately tore all three scrolls into pieces.

Three Taoist rhymes of different colors suddenly burst out and filled the entire valley, causing the scenery around Zhou Yiqiao to be covered with a thin layer of mist, blurring his vision.

Zhou Yiqiao quickly calmed himself down, and then without hesitation guided the three-color Tao Yun to be poured into his body.

The huge and complex Taoist rhymes were like fine silver needles, stimulating every inch of muscles and bones in Zhou Yiqiao's body, causing severe pain, as if he had been cut into pieces with a thousand knives.

Even though Zhou Yiqiao knew that it was a bit overwhelming for him to absorb three dao rhymes at the same time, he never expected that he would experience such heart-piercing pain.

This kind of pain is different from the physical damage that I have felt before. It is a kind of torture that first occurs in the soul and then spreads to the body.

Even though Zhou Yiqiao was in a strong mood, he couldn't help but grit his teeth and groan.

He frowned tightly, veins popped out on his forehead, his face was pale, and his clothes were already soaked with sweat, and he looked extremely miserable.

According to common sense, he should take things step by step at this moment, but the existence of the cyclone above his head forced him to take risks.

If he didn't seize this opportunity, there would be no chance of him leaving the Wanmu Valley alive today!

Zhou Yiqiao controlled his spiritual thoughts to repeatedly enter and exit the moonstone space, using this method to temporarily maintain his spiritual consciousness from collapsing due to the pain coming from the depths of his soul.

He used his unshakable soul to continuously control the three-color Daoyun to flow towards his chest and abdomen.

The Dao Orb that had been silent for a long time in Tanzhong Point started spinning again, like a glutton that had been thirsty for a long time, greedily devouring the oncoming three-color Dao Yun!

Zhou Yiqiao felt as if his internal organs, limbs, and even his meridians and blood vessels were boiling. Waves of severe pain spread throughout his body, and there was a possibility of exploding to death anytime and anywhere.

He was now in a dilemma and had no choice but to fight to the death. The pain not only did not stop him, but instead accelerated the refining speed again.

Blood gushed out from the pores on Zhou Yiqiao's body, turning him into a bloody man in the blink of an eye.

But this is just the beginning.

The wood attribute spiritual power already contains huge life force, and it can quickly repair his wounds without Zhou Yiqiao's activation, causing pieces of blood scabs to fall off, giving birth to new flesh and blood.

As soon as the flesh and blood was formed, the terrifying pain struck again, destroying it.

Zhou Yiqiao's body was like a piece of fragile porcelain. Between the two forces that seemed to pull it, cracks appeared, and it had reached the final edge of explosion!