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

When Zhou Yiqiao jumped out of the canyon, outside the secret realm, he was on the square of the Nether Demon Sect.

The conversation between Zhou Yiqiao and the monks from Wanfa Hall had long been transmitted outside the secret realm through magic and fell into the eyes of every onlooker in the square.

"How outrageous! Lin Yuanshan, this old pervert, has been unable to defeat me, the Netherworld Demon Sect, on the battlefield, and yet he actually focuses on the massacre feast!"

Although Tuoba Qingshan was not surprised by Lin Yuanshan's actions, as the leader of the Nether Demon Sect, he still looked furious at this moment.

"Master Tuoba, don't be angry. Once the massacre feast begins, everything that happens in the secret realm is a reasonable method."

Lin Fengyu's calm voice sounded, business was done without any hint of favoritism towards Motuoshan.

"What Fellow Daoist Lin said is that Master Tuoba should not break the rules of the massacre feast because of this trivial matter."

"Besides, Qin believes that it is not yet known who will win."

Qin Yuelou of Huangquan Temple also spoke at the right time, and his words seemed to have something else in mind.

Tuoba Qingshan didn't seem to hear the implication of Qin Yuelou's words. He looked like he was convinced by the two of them and kept nodding in agreement.

"Yes, I am an old acquaintance with the sword-wielding elder, and I know well that Mu Yanji has high requirements for his direct disciples."

"I have watched this child grow up to where he is today. He must be able to deal with some small fish and shrimps easily."

After Tuoba Qingshan finished speaking, he looked at Lin Fengyu again and said proudly.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, please take a good look at Zhou Yiqiao of my sect. I can guarantee that this boy will definitely become famous in this massacre feast, and his name will spread throughout Yongzhou!"

When Lin Fengyu heard this, he just chuckled and did not answer.

The three of them looked at the scene above the square again, watching Zhou Yiqiao in the secret realm leave the canyon and fly to the next gathering place of monsters that Song Yang told him about.

With the formations used for surveillance on his body, Zhou Yiqiao only had to wait and see, and the two people from Motuo Mountain would naturally come to die.

The second place where monsters gather is a woodland shrouded in fog and swamp, which stagnates the outward flow of spiritual thoughts and can only rely on eyesight and basic senses to detect the surrounding movements.

However, this kind of environment is exactly what Zhou Yiqiao wants.

He summoned the Ten Thousand Soul Banner and ordered the spirit beasts to release a large number of evil spirits, keeping the entire forest under surveillance.

While Zhou Yiqiao was slaughtering the monsters in the forest, he patiently waited for news from the spirit beasts, and stayed in the forest for seven days.

Finally, seven days later, the soul beast finally had news. It landed on Zhou Yiqiao's shoulder and spoke in its unique dry voice.

"On the outskirts of the forest, two monks came together. One is in the late stage of Yuanying and the other is in the peak stage of Yuanying. They should be the monks from Motuo Mountain you mentioned."

Zhou Yiqiao narrowed his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, and then gave instructions to the soul beast on his shoulder.

"Continue to monitor them. If they do something strange, tell me as soon as possible."

Hearing this, the soul beast nodded, turned into a ball of black smoke, floated high into the sky, and disappeared.

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On the outskirts of the forest, a strong man with a sinewy face held a dim orb and followed the man in black clothes in front of him as he slowly approached the forest.

These two people were Ding Mo and Xiong Wuji, the only two people to participate in the massacre feast in Motuo Mountain.

"Senior Brother Xiong, are you really sure that Zhou Yiqiao was in this forest?"

Ding Mo looked at the hazy forest in front of him and spoke hesitantly.

Xiong Wuji frowned upon hearing this, and was obviously hesitant.

"Master said that this tracking formation was customized by him from a sect in Central China at a huge cost. There should be nothing wrong with it."

"But if the other party is really in this forest, this blood-seeking bead should have a reaction."

Ding Mo looked at the still unresponsive orb in his hand and felt strange in his heart.

"Anyway, since we are here under the command of Master Master to search for the culprit who intercepted and killed Junior Brother Zhao and the others, we must do everything possible."

The fear in Xiong Wuji's eyes flashed away.

"If you fail to complete Master's mission, I believe you also know the consequences."

When Ding Mo heard this, his expression changed slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said.

"In that case, then Junior Brother, I will follow Brother Xiong on this trip to see what is so special about this forest!"

......

Zhou Yiqiao sat on the branch of a tree, listening to the spirit beast's narration in his ears, with a hint of indifference at the corner of his mouth.

"It turns out that I came here for Zhao Haitao and the others, but I'm just being sentimental."

He originally thought that Lin Yuanshan had a bigger plan. The purpose of sending his disciples to participate in the massacre feast was to avenge the Demon Sect's consecutive victories on the Lianbo battlefield, killing a large number of Demon Mountain disciples.

Now it seems that Lin Yuanshan did what he did just for his disciples.

"If that's the case, then we can't let you go back."

Zhou Yiqiao's heads slowly turned into a bottomless black, and his figure disappeared instantly on the branches of the tree, and his hidden aura swept towards the hiding place of the two people.

Nowadays, his eyes are everywhere in the forest, and every move of Xiong Wuji and Ding Mo cannot escape his eyes.

"Interesting, I'm afraid the roles of hunter and prey have been reversed."

In the Netherworld Demon Sect's square, Tuoba Qingshan saw Zhou Yiqiao's behavior and laughed to the sky, feeling very good.

"No matter how powerful Yi Qiao is this week, he is still just a monk in the middle stage of Yuanying. Is Master Tuoba really so confident? Can he face Xiong Wuji at the peak of Yuanying and Ding Mo in the late stage of Yuanying alone?"

Lin Fengyu, who had never had any emotions, seemed to be interested in Zhou Yiqiao at this moment. He turned to look at Tuoba Qingshan and asked.

Tuoba Qingshan laughed when he heard this, patted the storage bag hanging on his waist, and a long black knife slipped from it into his palm.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, how about we have a small bet?"

"Ok?"

Lin Fengyu raised his eyebrows in surprise, but did not refuse and signaled the other party to continue.

"This massacre feast, many juniors came here because of the prestige of Fellow Daoist Lin. It can be said to be unprecedentedly grand."

"I thought that since these juniors are so enthusiastic, we as elders can't appear stingy."

"How about this? I bet this top-grade Lingbao Xuanming Sword that this boy Zhou Yiqiao can personally kill Xiong Wuji and Ding Mo from Motuo Mountain!"

"If Fellow Daoist Lin wins, I will use this top-quality spiritual treasure as the prize for this massacre feast. If Fellow Daoist Lin loses, how about giving a treasure of equal value to the junior who comes out on top?"

Tuoba Qingshan looked at Lin Fengyu, waiting for Lin Fengyu's choice.