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

As the senior sister on the stage shouted loudly, the entire auction house knew Zhou Yiqiao's identity in an instant.

Zhou Yiqiao frowned slightly, obviously not liking the feeling of being in the spotlight.

But now, in order to win the ownership of this Luohu Soul Capturing Monument, he didn't mind borrowing this gimmick.

"If no one continues to increase the price, shouldn't it be time for Senior Sister to offer this magic weapon to Junior Brother?"

He spoke with a cold face, his tone full of alienation, as if he didn't care about the people around him.

The female cultivator on the high platform was stunned when she heard the words, and then tapped the small hammer in her hand. The sound was like pearls falling into a jade plate, clear and sweet.

"Sixty million spiritual stones once!"

"Sixty million spiritual stones twice!"

"Sixty million spiritual stones three times! Congratulations to Junior Brother Zhou! This Luohu soul-catching tablet belongs to you!"

After the female cultivator finished speaking, two strong men soon came to Zhou Yiqiao carrying the huge stone tablet.

Both parties paid with one hand and delivered the goods with the other. After the delivery was completed quickly, Zhou Yiqiao took the Luohu soul-taking monument and stood up to leave this place of right and wrong in full view of everyone.

This time he went out, it can be said that he gained a lot, and at the same time, he once again made a high profile among the Netherworld Demon Sect.

From now on, until the day when the massacre feast begins, he does not plan to leave the inn again. He will concentrate on refining the Yin Yang Soul Suppressing Talisman and the Rahu Soul Capturing Tablet to enhance his immediate combat power.

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The clouds rolled and relaxed, the tide ebbed and flowed, and a few months passed in the blink of an eye. In a blink of an eye, there was only the last hour left before the start of the massacre feast that took place every thirty years.

Zhou Yiqiao accompanied Song Yang to the square announced by the sect early, waiting for the feast to begin.

Just standing there with Song Yang, an invisible barrier formed between him and the other monks.

Of course, Zhou Yiqiao was not the only one, but all the monks who were considered the favorites for this massacre feast before the game were isolated by the monks on the square.

Zhou Yiqiao didn't know what the other seven people were thinking.

Anyway, in his opinion, this move was just the last resistance of the sheep before they were slaughtered.

The last hour also passed by in a hurry while Zhou Yiqiao closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.

The originally clear sky with the scorching sun suddenly became gloomy.

With a rumbling sound, a huge peak fell from the sky and landed on top of everyone's heads.

The mountain is covered with dense cracks, and it seems to be bearing some kind of weight, as if it will collapse if it relaxes even a little bit.

Immediately afterwards, several powerful figures flew from the sky and landed on the top of the mountain.

The old man in the middle has snow-white beard, hair and even eyes, his skin is dark gray, and his clothes are extremely simple.

However, as soon as he appeared, he attracted the attention of all the monks around him.

"I've met Master Tuoba!"

Everyone present, whether they were monks who originally belonged to the Netherworld Demon Sect or people who came from outside the Demon Sect, all bowed their hands in a respectful manner, without any of their usual unruly appearance.

There is no other reason. Tuoba Qingshan is recognized as the strongest monk in the entire Netherworld Demon Realm!

Tuoba Qingshan just nodded lightly and then raised his hand.

Tens of thousands of monks in the huge square felt a gentle force lifting their hands at the same time, helping them up!

What kind of powerful strength is this!

It is not difficult to use your own spiritual power to get others to stand up.

But if tens of thousands of monks are to get up at the same time, it will not only test a monk's control of his own spiritual power, but also his spiritual consciousness must differentiate hundreds of thousands of thoughts in an instant to achieve such a neat scene. !

When all the monks in the square were secretly shocked, they heard Tuoba Qingshan slowly speaking, and his voice reached everyone's ears.

"Everyone must have heard about this massacre feast, and it is of extraordinary significance that fellow Taoists from Wentian Pavilion came to observe it in person!"

Tuoba Qingshan said, turning sideways and looking at the man in green shirt on the left.

The man's figure is thin, but it gives people a sense of elegance. His pair of deep pupils seem to contain stars, shining brightly.

"I'm asking Lin Fengyu, the 'poker' of the Tian Pavilion. I'm here to record this trip on the order of the pavilion master."

"I hope you all have smooth sailing on your way to this massacre feast, and that you will be on the list of immortals!"

The man just came forward and said a few polite words, and then returned to his original tone. He didn't say anything more and was extremely quiet.

Tuoba Qingshan looked at him and nodded, then turned to look at the red-robed man on the right.

"This is the deputy temple master of Huangquan Temple, Huangquan Sword Immortal Qin Yuelou."

While he was speaking, Qin Yuelou also walked forward slowly and nodded slightly to everyone present.

Although Qin Yuelou did not speak from the beginning to the end, his momentum spread out like a substance, covering all sides of the square, making all the monks in the square feel as if they were on an endless battlefield, and their spiritual thoughts were extremely exhausted.

"The trick used by Murong Yunhe should also be this trick."

Feeling the aura similar to Murong Yunhe's on Qin Yuelou's body, Zhou Yiqiao whispered in his heart.

"Fortunately, Murong Yunhe's strength is far inferior to that of Huang Quan Sword Immortal, otherwise I wouldn't have the slightest power to resist with just a look."

Zhou Yiqiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then raised his head again to look at Tuoba Sect Master high on the mountain.

"For well-known reasons, the elders of Motuo Mountain did not come to attend the opening ceremony of this massacre feast."

"So later, Fellow Daoist Lin will replace the elders of Mount Motuo, and together with me and Fellow Daoist Qin, we will open the passage to the secret realm."

Tuoba Qingshan once again spread his voice to everyone's ears, and then turned to look at the two people beside him.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, Fellow Daoist Qin, let's get started?"

Qin Yuelou and Lin Fengyu nodded in agreement at the same time.

Immediately, the two of them jumped into the air, one on the left and one on the right, landing on both sides of the mountain, forming an angle with the Tuoba Qingshan Mountain in the center.

The three of them each made seals, and a layer of mist emerged from under their feet and spread quickly.

Not long after, the entire upper half of the towering mountain was shrouded in a light mist.

Then a faint golden light appeared on the three people at the same time, and there were traces of black threads in the golden light.

The black lines intertwined and merged, turning into tiny chains that shuttled through them, sealing off the entire giant mountain.

"go with!"

As Tuoba Qingshan shouted, the tiny chains were immediately embedded in the giant mountain like living creatures.

With a sound of metal pulling, the entire mountain began to tremble.

After a long time, the chain pulled the giant mountain and opened a door that was a hundred feet long from the mountain.

As soon as the door opened, Tuoba Qingshan shouted in a deep voice.

"Enter the secret realm quickly, the massacre feast begins now!"