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

Northern Wasteland Holy Sect!

After hearing what Chen Fan said, Zhou Yiqiao and Murong Yunhe looked at each other, both seeing the horror in each other's eyes.

The Beihuang Holy Sect is the most special sect among the many Holy Sects in Central Continent.

This sect focuses on body training, and its disciples are all body training monks.

It is said that the leader of the Beihuang Holy Sect is a super strong man who has achieved the realm of transcending tribulations with his physical body!

The two of them were shocked because before this, they had always guessed from the pressure of spiritual energy emanating from Chen Fan that he was a spiritual monk with extremely terrifying strength.

Now it seems that the other party's true strength is much higher than they expected!

Fortunately, Zhou Yiqiao and Murong Yunhe were the core disciples of their respective sects anyway. They had seen too many storms and waves, and they quickly adjusted their emotions.

"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Chen from the Beihuang Holy Sect."

The two of them spoke in unison and saluted Chen Fan with fists in their hands.

"Fellow Daoist Chen is so powerful that he must have the treasure he seeks at his fingertips, so Zhou would like to congratulate him in advance."

Zhou Yiqiao complimented him loudly and wanted to send away this god of plague who knew neither enemy nor friend as soon as possible.

"Fellow Taoist Zhou Yiqiao, you're welcome."

Chen Fan immediately revealed Zhou Yiqiao's name, and took the initiative to speak again before the two of them could continue talking.

"It's not as simple as Zhou Daoyou said."

"The treasure Chen needs will only appear after the seniors of the Netherworld Demon Sect activate the blood moon in the secret realm."

"What Daoyou Chen means is..."

Murong Yunhe heard the deep meaning in Chen Fan's words and took the initiative to ask.

Seeing how knowledgeable Murong Yunhe was, Chen Fan finally showed a smile on his face.

He stretched out his hand and waved, and a sound-proofing restriction that was several times more powerful than the formations used by Zhou Yiqiao and the other two was instantly formed around the three of them.

"That's right, Chen would like to ask you two to help me and go through the beast tide with me to a treasured place in the secret realm."

Zhou Yiqiao and Murong Yunhe did not respond immediately, but looked at each other, and both saw a hint of shock in each other's eyes.

The two of them were recognized as geniuses in the Netherworld Demon Realm, but when faced with the blood moon beast tide that was slaughtering the feast, they could only think about protecting themselves as much as possible. They never considered going against the trend and facing this terrifying beast tide head-on.

But now, Chen Fan actually took the initiative to invite them to participate. How could they not be shocked?

After a moment, Murong Yunhe came to his senses and said tentatively.

"I dare to ask Fellow Daoist Chen, there are so many Fellow Daoists here, why only two of us are invited?"

As soon as he asked this question, Zhou Yiqiao smiled bitterly.

Chen Fan mingled among the casual cultivators without any cover-up, but only he and Murong Yunhe felt the strangeness.

I am afraid that the other monks who were not aware of it did not enter Chen Fan's eyes at all.

Chen Fan looked at Zhou Yiqiao who had noticed it, nodded with satisfaction, then turned to look at Murong Yunhe, and spoke proudly.

"Unless Chen is unruly, in the entire massacre feast, only the two of you are capable of making Chen look a little sideways..."

"As for the other so-called geniuses, they are at best on the level of the inner disciples of my Holy Sect. They are nothing more than chickens and dogs."

After hearing Chen Fan's words, the two of them felt speechless and wanted to refute, but they knew that this was the truth and were unable to defend themselves.

Chen Fan ignored the changes in the two people's hearts at this time and invited him again.

"How about you two, are you willing to lend a helping hand to Chen?"

"This……"

Zhou Yiqiao hesitated and did not reply immediately, as did Murong Yunhe.

For a moment, Zhou Yiqiao collected the messy thoughts in his heart and asked solemnly.

"I don't know what Fellow Daoist Chen is looking for. If the two of us help complete the task, what will be the benefit?"

Zhou Yiqiao always puts profit first when doing things, and he will not help Chen Fan for no reason.

Chen Fan seemed to have been waiting for Zhou Yiqiao's words for a long time. He chuckled and offered a reward that the two of them could not refuse.

"Chen looked at fellow Taoist Murong for the accumulation of spiritual stagnation in his body. It must be that his practice has reached a critical bottleneck."

"If Fellow Daoist Murong agrees to help Chen, then Chen can take Fellow Daoist Murong to the Beihuang Sacred Sect. I believe that the Taoist Tower of the Beihuang Sacred Sect can solve Fellow Daoist Murong's current predicament."

"As for Fellow Daoist Zhou..."

Chen Fan looked at Zhou Yiqiao, a flash of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

"Chen heard that Lin Yuanshan from Motuo Mountain has been trying to kill fellow Taoist Zhou."

"Let's do this. If Fellow Daoist Zhou is willing to help Chen, Chen can give you a token and be protected by our Beihuang Holy Sect from now on. How about that?"

"..."

Zhou Yiqiao and Murong Yunhe were instantly shocked by the bait thrown by Chen Fan, and their thoughts stopped briefly.

The breathing of both of them gradually became rapid, and there was even a scorching light in their eyes.

Murong Yunhe left Huangquan Temple to participate in the massacre feast this time, originally to harvest Zhou Yiqiao's life, and to help him break through the bottleneck of the Death Book.

Murong Yunhe is not clear about the success rate of such a promotion method.

But he clearly knew that the Taoist Tower of the Northern Wilderness Holy Sect would not only help him break through the bottleneck of his skills, but might even allow him to learn more about the Sutra of the Dead.

Not to mention Zhou Yiqiao.

Although he didn't know how Chen Fan knew his current situation, he did give him the best solution to solve the trouble at hand.

Being targeted by a powerful person in the combined realm, unless he could guarantee that he would never leave the Netherworld Demon Sect, he had no reason to refuse Chen Fan's offer.

In an instant, both Zhou Yiqiao and Murong Yunhe had expressions of great struggle and tangle in their hearts.

After five or six breaths, Zhou Yiqiao eliminated the entanglement in his heart and bowed his hand to Chen Fan.

"Zhou is willing to accept this condition from Fellow Daoist Chen!"

Chen Fan grinned.

"Haha, since Fellow Daoist Zhou is willing, Chen will naturally not break his promise."

After saying that, he raised his right hand and threw a simple black iron ring to Zhou Yiqiao.

"This is a ring that symbolizes my identity as the leader of the Northern Wilderness Holy Sect, my master, the Ancient Immortal Lord. As long as Fellow Daoist Zhou carries it with him, all high-level monks in the Netherworld Demon Realm will not seek death."

Immediately afterwards, Chen Fan didn't mean to delay for a moment and looked at Murong Yunhe who was still hesitating.

"Fellow Daoist Murong, what is your decision?"

Murong Yunhe originally thought that even if he didn't agree to Chen Fan, he could still improve his ability to save the Book of Death by killing Zhou Yiqiao.

But now that Zhou Yiqiao had agreed to Chen Fan and was protected by the Beihuang Sacred Sect, his own road was completely blocked, so he could only nod and agree.