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

Hundreds of heavy-hoofed llamas hold up the endless mountain wall, which is majestic and majestic!

Every step the city moves will cause violent vibrations on the vast land and roll up endless smoke and dust.

"This Cai Zhang Royal Court is truly worthy of its name."

Looking at the majestic city towering in the distance, Zhou Yiqiao secretly marveled.

In his mind, the message about the barbarians instantly became clearer.

The barbarians are a relatively ancient race.

The historical inheritance is so long that it even exceeds the civilization of immortal cultivators.

The barbarians believe in ancient gods, and each tribe has different totems of the gods.

Because of the harsh environment and lack of resources here, most of the barbarian monks focus on toiling their bodies in order to be able to withstand the blessings of the gods. Very few of them can cultivate their own strength.

Of course, this does not include the current emperor of Caizhang Royal Court, who is also the recognized Great Khan of this grassland, Haishan.

Haishan was born in the most powerful Gray Tribe on the grassland. He showed a strong talent for cultivation since he was a child. He was placed high hopes by the leader of the Gray Tribe at that time, Hai Hai’s father, which cost almost half of the Gray Tribe’s resources. For Haishan to carry out the practice of cultivators.

Haishan also lived up to his father's expectations.

I realize the sense of Qi at the age of six, reach the peak of Qi refining at the age of eighteen, build the foundation at the age of twenty, develop golden elixir at the age of forty-five, become an infant at the age of a hundred, and transform into a god at the age of two hundred years...

As of today, Haishan is only over 5,000 years old, but he is already an out-and-out tribulation-riding Immortal Lord!

And the Gray Tent Tribe where he belongs has also continued to annex surrounding forces in the process of its growth, and has grown to the Color Tent Royal Court that is now surrendered by all parties!

"Another overlord of the Tianchen Realm."

Standing under the Caizhang Royal Court, looking up at this miraculous city, Zhou Yiqiao murmured.

Although he has never met Haishan, he can know from Bakht's memory that in the eyes of all the monks in the wilderness, Haishan is no different from the ancient gods they worship.

"I hope this overlord will not be too hostile to cultivators from other regions."

The reason why Zhou Yiqiao wanted to look for this Cai Zhang Royal Court was simply because this city was the only one with a teleportation formation that led to other regions.

Otherwise, the distance between the Netherworld Demonic Realm and the Wasteland Barbarian Continent might not be able to reach the destination just by driving the Red Flame Liquid Gold for decades.

"Who is coming!?"

As Zhou Yiqiao approached the Caizhang Royal Court, several dazzling lights suddenly flashed above the Caizhang Royal Court, and then a group of elite guards wearing silver armor, holding weapons, wearing helmets and riding strange beasts surrounded Zhou Yiqiao. .

"I am a disciple of the Netherworld Demon Sect. I came here because I want to use your teleportation circle to return to the Netherworld Demon Realm."

Zhou Yiqiao slightly arched his hands.

His voice was not loud, but it reached the ears of every guard soldier clearly.

Hearing this, the gatekeepers immediately glanced at Zhou Yiqiao warily, then turned around and went in to report.

After a while, a man riding a bird came out leading several leaders wearing armor and helmets.

Zhou Yiqiao saw the leading man at a glance. He had a rough appearance and an imposing manner, exuding strong self-confidence from the inside out.

"Are you the monk from the Netherworld Demon Realm?"

The visitor looked down at Zhou Yiqiao with an arrogant tone.

Zhou Yiqiao's smiling eyes glanced at the thick silver armor on the opponent's body. Although he was surprised in his heart that a god-transformation monk from the other party would actually come forward in person, he did not show it on his face.

"It's the junior."

Seeing Zhou Yiqiao nodding, the man said calmly.

"My Cai Zhang Royal Court is currently under martial law in the city. Only entry is allowed but no exit is allowed. No one is allowed to use the teleportation formation for the time being. Please come back."

As soon as he finished speaking, several guards beside him quickly stepped forward and made a movement to drive him away.

Zhou Yiqiao, who was eager to return to the Nether Demon Realm, naturally would not give up and hurriedly asked.

"Senior, can you tell me when the teleportation formation will be opened?"

The man frowned slightly, but explained patiently.

"The specific situation cannot be informed unless the khan or the high priest announces the end of martial law."

"If you are really anxious to return to the Netherworld Demon Realm, you can live in the Cai Zhang Royal Court for a period of time. When the martial law ends, all residents in the city will be notified."

"However, you must also abide by the rules of the city and prohibit private fights, otherwise you will be killed without mercy!"

His tone was very light, but it revealed a strong murderous intention.

After Zhou Yiqiao listened, he analyzed the pros and cons, and finally nodded and accepted the senior's suggestion.

"In that case, please, senior, please take me into the Cai Zhang Royal Court."

Zhou Yiqiao saluted the senior again and followed him into the Cai Zhang Royal Court.

......

As soon as he entered the Caizhang Royal Court, Zhou Yiqiao clearly felt the difference between this place and other areas.

The construction style of the entire royal court is rather rough. The buildings are almost all made of giant animal bones and thick logs as frames, covered with a layer of unknown tough animal skins.

Even the houses near the center of the royal court are made of stones. They are not as delicate as ordinary human houses, giving them a rough texture.

However, in this royal court, Zhou Yiqiao felt a surprising amount of spiritual energy!

"Such pure spiritual power..."

The man who was leading the way explained with great pride after hearing Zhou Yiqiao's sigh.

"In this royal court, there is an eighth-level spiritual vein that our Khan personally moved. Even in the entire Tianchen Realm, there are not many places that can compare with our Cai Zhang Royal Court!"

When Zhou Yiqiao heard this, he immediately complimented him sensibly.

"It turns out that the Great Khan is also a pulse seeker. He is really as talented as the legend said, and has transcended the ages."

His words made the other party laugh, quite satisfied.

"You are quite knowledgeable. Yes, our Great Khan is one of the few eighth-level pulse seekers in the world!"

"As long as our Great Khan is willing, we can turn any place into a paradise!"

Zhou Yiqiao couldn't help but sigh that the other party admired the Great Khan he called from the bottom of his heart.

The two of them walked all the way to a huge animal skin tent. After doing some simple registration, they led them to a smaller tent.

The other party pointed to the tent in front of him and said to Zhou Yiqiao.

"Now is a special period. The residences of all the monks who come to the city are assigned by our royal court. I hope you will understand."

"My name is Borshu. If you need anything, you can come to Wanhuying to find me."

After that, the man named Borshu waved his hand towards Zhou Yiqiao coolly and left without looking back.

On other people's territory, Zhou Yiqiao could be said to have given Borshu enough face. He waited for the other person to disappear from sight before turning around and entering the camp arranged by the other person.