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

According to what the mysterious senior taught Zhou Yiqiao about the Record of Ten Thousand Demons, this technique is similar to the Nine-Turn Reincarnation Kung Fu and is divided into nine levels.

As an ancient skill from another world, Wanmolu's cultivation method is extremely weird and cruel, and can only be supported by fierceness and perseverance.

The more profound a person's cultivation is, the more intense the mental pain and pressure they will endure when practicing this technique.

But fortunately, for Zhou Yiqiao, who has now been on the border of death, ordinary torture is no longer an obstacle.

"Fortunately, it's just a mental torture. If the physical body needs to be tempered, my broken body simply cannot bear it."

Zhou Yiqiao secretly rejoiced. After repeatedly confirming the first-level mental method in his mind, he slowly guided the spiritual power between heaven and earth in his body to operate according to the mental method path of Wan Mo Lu.

As the spiritual power in Zhou Yiqiao's body accelerated, his limbs seemed to be filled with a strange power.

With the injection of that strange power, Zhou Yiqiao, who had just fallen into a state of cultivation, suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were slightly stunned, and he looked at his hands in disbelief.

"This Ten Thousand Demons Record is actually a set of soul-based techniques?"

Just now, after the first ray of spiritual power from heaven and earth entered Zhou Yiqiao's body, he could clearly feel that the soul-like natal magic weapon, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, which was silent in the sea of ​​consciousness, was shaking extremely violently.

He looked as excited as if he had encountered a peerless treasure that would allow him to advance.

"Why do I always feel that there seems to be some connection between this Ten Thousand Demons Record and my Ten Thousand Soul Hair?"

"This Ten Thousand Demons Record is not just an experiment to find me as the senior said, but it is more like it is tailor-made for me."

But as soon as he had this conjecture, he laughed to himself.

"Idiots are just dreaming. Zhou Yiqiao, Zhou Yiqiao, you usually live alone and have no good relationships. No one will help you except yourself and your master and brothers."

After dispelling the unwanted thoughts in his mind, Zhou Yiqiao fell into the practice of Wan Mo Lu this time.

Thinking back to the time when he first transferred to the Golden Core Realm to cultivate the Nine-Turn Reincarnation Kung Fu, it took him more than ten years. Now that he is already a powerful master in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, it will probably take at least a hundred years.

He must seize the time and fight for every minute and every second in order to closely follow the steps of Luo Xi, Chen Fan and other Central Continent's geniuses, so that he will not become further and further away from these people by switching to martial arts.

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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Zhou Yiqiao has stayed in the colorful pool in the colorful valley for another six years.

During these six years, he has been staying in the Wucai Pond, maintaining a state of cultivation, using the elixir in the pond to restore his body, and at the same time slowly advancing the progress of the Ten Thousand Demons Record.

In the past six years, every other month, someone would visit him, either the White Bone Taoist himself or the fourth senior brother Shen Kuo, bringing many fresh spiritual plants.

With the concerted efforts of the masters, the spiritual fluid in the Five Color Pond never dried up, and even gradually became richer.

Zhou Yiqiao's figure also gradually became plump and strong from the original thin and shriveled appearance.

His whole person's momentum became stronger, like a sharp sword hidden in a sheath, ready to be unsheathed to kill the enemy at any time.

Although it has not fully recovered, at least it is no longer as weak as it was six years ago, as if a gust of wind could blow it over.

As for the Record of Ten Thousand Demons, even if Zhou Yiqiao worked day and night for six years, he could only barely cultivate it to the second level of foundation building, let alone mention it.

On this day, Shen Kuo came to the Wucai Pond again and looked at Zhou Yiqiao with eyes full of worry and pity.

He poured the elixir prepared by his senior sister into the colorful pool and couldn't help but speak.

"Junior brother, you have been staying in Wucai Pond all day and night. When will you end?"

Hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao looked up at the other party and chuckled.

"What's the matter, senior brother? I don't even feel bored. Why are you so impatient first?"

Seeing his relaxed look, Shen Kuo couldn't help but said with a grimace.

"Junior brother, you don't know. Ever since the Discipline Elder became furious in the battle at Wu Ending City and went deep into the hinterland alone to rescue the Secular Elder, the two old men killed nearly 4,000 of the barbarian's vanguard troops."

"I heard that in the end, only one Meng'an named Daji managed to escape with his Qing soldiers."

"Since then, the barbarians have launched a massive attack, and several of our Netherworld Demon Sect's cities on the border have been completely destroyed. Now the sect leader has sent a large number of protective elders to all parts of Yongzhou to guard the Demon Sect's important resources on Yongzhou."

"Most of the elders in the sect have left, so it is naturally our disciples' turn to take care of the mundane matters."

"Junior brother, you also know that the master has always been a hands-off shopkeeper. Your senior brother and I have been very busy with the affairs of Wangu Mountain, and now we have to add the affairs assigned to the master within the sect, hey!"

"Senior brother, I can tell you, if you don't recover from your injuries and come out to help senior brother share some of the mundane duties, senior brother, I will have to vomit blood from exhaustion."

Shen Kuo spoke in a rather complaining tone. He looked at the water in the colorful pool, as if he was using the water to drown the depression accumulated in his chest.

But even so, he never stopped adding elixirs to the colorful pool.

Zhou Yiqiao heard the joke in Shen Kuo's words, so he replied with a teasing smile.

"Senior brother, you have also seen what I look like now, half human and half ghost. If possible, I would like to change with you, senior brother."

"Stop!"

Shen Kuo waved his hands repeatedly.

"I don't want to bear the pain of cramps and skin peeling. In comparison, I'd rather deal with the mountain-like affairs honestly."

After a pause, he seemed to have thought of something, his face became serious, and he changed the topic.

"Junior brother, you must have a close personal relationship with Murong Yunhe from Huangquan Temple, right?"

Zhou Yiqiao was stunned, hesitated for a moment, and nodded in acquiescence.

Everyone knew that he and Murong Yunhe settled their feud during the massacre feast. Even if he wanted to conceal their relationship, he probably wouldn't be able to deceive Shen Kuo.

Upon seeing this, Shen Kuo's eyes immediately brightened.

"In that case, junior brother, can you contact Murong Yunhe and ask his master to meet privately with our Tuoba sect leader to have a detailed discussion?"

After hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao had a look of astonishment on his face and said in surprise.

"Senior brother, what do you mean by this? What do you want from Murong Yunhe's master? Could it be..."

Seeing that Zhou Yiqiao had understood his intention and quickly reacted, Shen Kuo patted him on the shoulder with relief.

"Yes, our sect wants to privately try to unite with Huangquan Temple to lead the barbarian monk to the realm of Motuo Mountain."