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

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the evil soul didn't even struggle to resist, but was directly chopped into dregs by Yin Lei, floating in the air with the wind.

However, that was all. After the evil soul was annihilated, Yin Lei stagnated in place because he could not find the target again.

"What a weird technique."

Xiong Wuji was surprised by Zhou Yiqiao's method of disappearing on the spot. He quickly retreated to his junior brother Ding Mo, looked around cautiously, and followed the temptation.

"I, Xiong Wuji, admit that there is no way to find you now, but it may not be easy for you, Zhou Yiqiao, to kill our senior brothers."

"How about this, how about we both shake hands and make peace, and from now on we won't be in conflict with each other?"

Somewhere in the forest, Zhou Yiqiao did not have any intention at all because of Xiong Wuji's words.

He spoke coldly and gave a seemingly irrelevant answer.

"You guessed it right, Zhao Haitao and the others were killed by me."

When Xiong Wuji heard Zhou Yiqiao's words, he instantly lost his intention to continue talking with him.

If Zhou Yiqiao could say this, he must have had a rough guess about the purpose of their trip.

"In that case, I won't waste any more words and make excuses with you."

Xiong Wuji's attitude suddenly changed 180 times.

He took action suddenly and grabbed Ding Mo, who had lost too much blood and turned pale.

"Senior...brother...what are you..."

Ding Mo asked in disbelief with his eyes widened.

"Junior brother Ding, don't worry, senior brother will not let you down, and he will definitely avenge you later!"

Xiong Wuji laughed ferociously, and the yin thunder around him was like maggots attached to his bones, wrapping around Ding Mo.

In an instant, Ding Mo's whole body was paralyzed, and he was even covered with a layer of eerie black mist.

"Ah ah ah..."

A shrill scream came from Ding Mo's mouth, and Xiong Wuji actually devoured Ding Mo alive and sacrificed him to become the nourishment for his sinister body!

"Xiong Wuji, how dare you..."

Ding Mo looked at Xiong Wuji in disbelief, and before he could curse, he completely disappeared into the sea of ​​thunder.

After absorbing the life essence of Ding Mo, a late-stage Nascent Soul monk, the Yin Lei in Xiong Wuji's hand, which was as black as ink and as thick as porridge, uncharacteristically expanded suddenly, like a blazing sun suspended in the air.

At this moment, it burst out with thousands of rays of light, lighting up a hundred meters in radius like a punishment from heaven.

This incomparable power caused all the surrounding trees to break, as if they had encountered a doomsday catastrophe.

"Xiong has to admit that the thick fog in this forest has a powerful influence on spiritual consciousness, and the techniques you use are also quite weird."

Xiong Wuji raised the huge thunder ball above his head, narrowed his ferocious eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"But so what?"

"In the face of absolute power, all your efforts are nothing but a mirror and a moon in the water!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiong Wuji waved his arm suddenly, and in an instant, the huge thunder ball struck in front of him.

The moment the thunderball touched the ground, it exploded violently. In an instant, countless tiny arcs of electricity were formed, spreading crazily and surging in all directions.

"Zi la la!"

The arc of electricity hit the forest land like a tidal wave. Wherever it passed, whether it was thick mist or lush forest land, it was swallowed up by the raging arc.

More than half of the forest land was razed to the ground by Xiong Wuji's moves. Zhou Yiqiao had nowhere to hide and was immediately exposed to this person's sight.

"Haha, it really works!"

Seeing the direction of Zhou Yiqiao, Xiong Wuji suddenly showed a ferocious expression, stepped hard on the ground, and turned into an afterimage and flew towards Zhou Yiqiao's position.

"Die to me!"

Xiong Wuji's face was full of ferocity, and the arc of electricity wrapped around his right fist, and it hit Zhou Yiqiao's chest fiercely.

Zhou Yiqiao raised his head calmly and looked at Xiong Wuji, whose pupils were filled with ice.

His right palm was slightly raised, his fingers slowly opened, and his palm pressed down.

Then, Zhou Yiqiao gave a light drink.

"rise!"

"Qiang!"

Along with a clear sound of swords, seventy-two daggers emerged from the ground.

Forty-nine swords formed a wind and thunder formation specialized in killing, and the remaining twenty-three swords were intertwined with each other, charging bravely against the violent thunder in front of them without dodging or dodging.

Although during the period of dealing with Xiong Wuji, Zhou Yiqiao had roughly figured out the opponent's strength.

If you can face the enemy head-on at this moment, you naturally have the means to defeat this person!

"Boom!"

The deafening sound is almost deafening.

The sword, wind, and thunder array operating at full strength collided with Xiong Wuji's Lei Gang, and the deafening sound made people almost go deaf.

Xiong Wuji forcefully swallowed the wind knives and thunder swords that filled the sky. He was covered in glory and still exuded a monstrous fighting spirit, constantly closing the distance between him and Zhou Yiqiao.

However, when he saw clearly Zhou Yiqiao's true appearance and the attacks he had unleashed, his expression suddenly changed.

Zhou Yiqiao was seen holding a strange and ugly wooden sword in his hand.

The wooden sword was entangled with the ethereal sword intention, and with just a slight wave, it disturbed the surrounding aura of heaven and earth.

"Damn it!"

Xiong Wuji cursed secretly and hurriedly wanted to retreat.

Zhou Yiqiao curled his lips, not intending to give Xiong Wuji a chance to escape.

"Cloud Nine."

These three short words seemed to give an order to the entire world.

The spiritual energy within a radius of dozens of miles was attracted by Zhou Yiqiao, and like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, they gathered into the wooden sword one after another, condensing into a dazzling Qingming Changhong.

A long rainbow penetrated the sun, cut through the sky, and dropped from the nine heavens to Xiong Wuji's head in the blink of an eye.

Xiong Wuji gritted his teeth, the muscles in his arms bulged, and a red round shield was hastily pulled out and blocked in front of him.

Cloud Nine fell on the round shield, like a raging tide being intercepted by a short embankment. Although it trembled violently, it never broke.

However, even so, Xiong Wuji still felt a majestic pressure coming from the buckler, forcing him to retreat step by step, and the blood in his body boiled.

"puff!"

In the end, Xiong Wuji spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body suddenly staggered back several steps.

Just as he was about to take a deep breath, he heard Jiuyou's hellish praise coming from around Yiqiao.

"As expected of a monk at the peak of Nascent Soul, he can actually resist my most familiar sword move."

"In that case, I wonder if you can block this sword move?"

After finishing speaking, Zhou Yiqiao gently held his wrist, and a brilliant starlight burst out in the dusk.

Then, the starlight gathered together and condensed into hundreds of glorious long swords made of pure silver.

"This is my first time using Wanjian Guizong. Fellow Taoist Xiong is really lucky."