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

After Zhou Yiqiao finished everything, Murong Yunhe and Chen Fan also completely killed the last few monsters, and together with Zhou Yiqiao, they quickly returned to the vicinity of the Blood Moon Spirit Grass.

Under the protection of the few remaining talismans and formations, the three of them did not have time to be too polite. They all sat on the ground, cross-legged and quickly restored their exhausted state.

The three of them were fighting against these birds and monsters, and found that the intensity of the beast wave was several times stronger than they expected. They did not dare to be careless or waste any energy.

After about a stick of incense, the three of them woke up from their practice one after another.

There is no other reason than that all the flightless monsters have arrived within a few miles of the swamp!

If the ground was shaking when the hundreds of monster beasts in the vanguard were running together, then now that the real tide of beasts has arrived, the mountains are crashing and the ground is cracking, and the end is coming!

Endless beast roars resounded throughout the entire area, and even the sky under the blood moon was shaken by it!

At this moment, they could clearly feel that an indistinguishable amount of demonic energy was gathering from all directions.

The trees, flowers, grass, and strange rocks in the swamp all trembled because of this, as if they were constantly trembling, begging for mercy from the terrifying beast tide!

Under the spread of boundless fear, one behemoth after another came from a distance stepping on the cracked ground. They were either vicious in appearance or huge in size.

Every monster has strength that is difficult for ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators to deal with!

"You two, the Blood Moon Spirit Essence Grass is about to reach its optimal picking time. In addition, Chen has to focus on picking the elixir. This huge tide of beasts will only trouble you."

Chen Fan also seemed to know that the strength of the beast tide exceeded expectations, and quickly added after saying this.

"I will definitely transplant the Blood Moon Spirit Essence Grass as soon as possible to help you two!"

Zhou Yiqiao and the two men nodded one after another. Although they did not make any guarantees to Chen Fan, the movements in their hands were enough to show their determination!

Murong Yunhe clasped his palms together, and the whisk flying above his head magnified dozens of times in an instant.

Whisk threads sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain, spreading hundreds of feet away in one breath.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord!"

Murong Yunhe groaned, then closed his eyes slightly, danced his fingers, and recited a long and obscure spell.

Under the control of Murong Yunhe, the whisk threads all over the sky turned into countless ropes, overwhelmingly strangled towards the monster in front of him!

Zhou Yiqiao is not idle either.

He pointed the sword in his left hand, making the cold soul fly like a butterfly through flowers among the manic beasts.

At the same time, in his right hand, he had already grasped the flag pole of the natal magic weapon, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and waved it quickly!

For a time, the dark wind howled and ghosts cried and wolves howled.

Endless ghosts raged out of the Ten Thousand Souls Flag.

Since he refined the first bloodline pattern for the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, Zhou Yiqiao has not stopped refining the souls in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Although the subordinates used to collect souls have not yet been trained, Zhou Yiqiao has also asked Qijian and the others to collect a large number of soul beads through various means over the years, without delaying the devouring of the souls in the banners.

Thanks to Zhou Yiqiao's never-ending sacrifices, there are now hundreds of evil spirits in the Nascent Soul realm in front of the banner.

Although it is impossible for this number of Nascent Souls to cope with the endless tide of Nascent Souls in front of them, it is enough to delay time.

Zhou Yiqiao threw the Ten Thousand Souls Banner over his head, and let all the soul beasts of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner temporarily control these Nascent Soul evil spirits to protect him. He stretched out his sword and pointed it at the center of his eyebrows, and used the companion magic sword Bo Mu.

After the film appeared, Zhou Yiqiao was multitasking. He controlled Han Po with his left hand and Dusk with his right hand. He constantly activated the three swords he had mastered, and fired wildly at the monsters in front of him as if using ordinary sword moves. .

For a time, the visions of heaven and earth kept changing.

The ethereal Jiuxiaoyun, the unparalleled fierceness of Ten Thousand Swords Guizong, and the majestic majesty of swallowing mountains and rivers emerged one after another, giving people a visual impact. At the same time, they also used the destructive power contained in the sword to harvest beasts one after another. The lives of the group.

Zhou Yiqiao and Murong Yunhe both used their full strength, using various methods in an endless stream. Attacking one after another, they managed to control the beast tide within a short period of time to a distance of a hundred feet outside the swamp, unable to advance even an inch!

However, the violent beasts continued to gather from all directions, and the spiritual power in Zhou Yiqiao and Murong Yunhe's dantian was almost exhausted.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, haven't you picked the Blood Moon Spirit Grass yet?!"

In the end, it was Murong Yunhe who couldn't hold on anymore.

His face turned pale, and after squeezing out his remaining spiritual power to cast a spell, he asked loudly without looking back.

"Almost! You two are holding on for a moment!"

Chen Fan, sweating profusely, controlled the Blood Moon Spirit Grass that he had just picked in his hand, and continued to apply spells to seal the spiritual power of the herb while replying loudly.

Soon, another half of the time for burning incense passed.

The situation of Zhou Yiqiao and Murong Yunhe became more and more serious.

Especially Murong Yunhe, the veins on his forehead were prominent, and his whole body was shaking violently, as if he might fall down at any time.

Under the gradually weakening attacks of the two, the beast tide quickly approached the three of them.

A snow-white giant tiger forcefully swallowed one of Murong Yunhe's fire bomb moves, and only relied on its killing instinct to pounce on him.

Murong Yunhe's pupils shrank, and he wanted to mobilize his spiritual power to continue performing the spell. However, the spiritual power in his dantian was completely exhausted, and he could no longer draw out any spiritual power.

In desperation, Murong Yunhe could only watch helplessly as the giant tiger pounced and bit into his chest.

At the critical moment, three evil spirits wearing mail and with huge waists blocked the attack for Murong Yunhe. Then, Zhou Yiqiao's voice sounded in his ears.

"Land and recover quickly, I can barely hold on for a while!"

Murong Yunhe looked back and saw that Zhou Yiqiao's face was as pale as paper at this time, and the thin film of the companion magic sword had been withdrawn into his body. He was holding Han Po, like a mortal warrior, dealing with the monster in front of him.

He was only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and his spiritual power was much worse than that of Murong Yunhe.

The reason why he was able to last longer than Murong Yunhe was because the evil spirits in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner could be released continuously by consuming his spiritual thoughts.

Otherwise, just relying on the small amount of spiritual power stored in his dantian, he would have been overwhelmed by the tide of beasts long ago.

"it is good."

Hearing this, Murong Yunhe struggled to utter a word, looked at Zhou Yiqiao deeply, and then seemed to have completely lost his strength and fell to the ground.

He looked extremely embarrassed, but he didn't care about taking care of himself. He used his last bit of strength to sit cross-legged and swallow the elixir to restore the spiritual power in his dantian.