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

"puff!"

Qing Jimeng, who was already at the end of his strength, was shaken by the sudden impact and his internal organs seemed to be displaced. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his breath became weak, and he actually fainted!

The remaining three people were not feeling well either.

Xu Hanchang was already seriously injured due to the backlash of the magic weapon's self-explosion, and now the situation was even worse. His face was as pale as paper, and his body was shaking, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

Li Mubai also used the "Break the World Slash" repeatedly in a short period of time. The spiritual power in his dantian had long been depleted, and he was unable to defend himself at all. He could only endure this sudden shock wave.

If it weren't for the sword cultivator's extraordinary attainments in body building, Li Mubai would probably have died from a casual attack from the monster in front of him.

Now, the only one who still has a little fighting power is Zhou Yiqiao.

But this human-dragon monster has already reached the peak of its combined power, and Zhou Yiqiao is only in the early stage of refining emptiness. Even if he is a child of destiny, how can he cross the gap of seven small realms and two big realms to compete with it?

"Brother Zhou, the exit has appeared, don't worry about us, just go!"

Xu Hanchang didn't know what kind of secret technique he used, his face suddenly turned red, and an unprecedented light burst out of his eyes.

He tried his best to support his exhausted body, pointed at the exit that was revealed by the destruction of the Shadow Sect's leader, and shouted with all his remaining strength.

"wishful thinking!"

There was a gleam of mockery in the monster's eyes.

Its figure left a trail of afterimages at the original place, and instantly appeared in front of Xu Hanchang.

The huge claw slapped down suddenly, carrying a powerful spiritual pressure, as if it was going to crush Xu Hanchang into powder with one blow.

"No!"

Zhou Yiqiao's eyes were bloodshot, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner broke out of his body. Countless soul shadows turned into streams of light, converging into a huge beam of soul power, heading towards the monster's giant claws.

At this moment, Zhou Yiqiao's Ten Thousand Souls Banner exerted unprecedented power. The soul power beam collided with the monster's giant claws, causing a deafening roar.

However, even if Zhou Yiqiao tried his best, he could only temporarily stop the monster's attack and could not cause any substantial damage to it.

The situation of the four people is precarious. The monster transformed by the Shadow Sect's leader is too powerful, and they have reached the end of their rope.

At this moment, a clear sword sound suddenly came from the sky, and a sword mark appeared out of thin air.

Jianhen's aura was so overbearing and sharp that he actually ignored the numerous restrictions of the Ghost Shadow Secret Realm, directly shattered the world and forcibly opened up a passage.

A figure slowly walked out from the sword marks. It was a middle-aged sword cultivator, with eyebrows like sword edges, eyes like cold stars, and a faint sword intent surrounding his body, as if he was the sharpest sword in the world.

His appearance relaxed the extremely oppressive atmosphere. Even the human-dragon monster at the peak of its power could not help but stop attacking. Its huge body retreated slightly, with a hint of fear in its eyes.

"Master-uncle!"

The moment Li Mubai saw the middle-aged swordsman, his eyes burst into intense surprise.

It turned out that when Li Mubai was in danger, he sent out a warning through the soul tablet of the Tijian Sect. Li Mubai's uncle-master came directly through the air, crossed countless distances, and came directly to the Guiying Secret Realm.

The middle-aged swordsman nodded slightly, took a step forward, and appeared in front of Li Mubai.

He just waved his hand lightly, and a sword light enveloped Li Mubai. The sword light contained a rich breath of life and began to repair the injuries in Li Mubai's body.

Seeing this, the monster let out an angry roar. It could not tolerate anyone saving these ants in front of it. It leaped up with its huge body and pounced towards the middle-aged swordsman with violent force.

However, the middle-aged swordsman didn't even raise his head, but just glanced at the monster indifferently.

His eyes seemed to contain the majesty of the entire universe, a power that was beyond the comprehension of ordinary monks.

The moment the monster came into contact with the middle-aged swordsman's eyes, its huge body trembled violently, and then its arrogant aura dissipated instantly like a flame being extinguished.

Its huge body was actually pressed to the ground by a single look, unable to move.

This scene shocked Zhou Yiqiao, the only one with a trace of consciousness, beyond words.

He couldn't imagine what level of strength this middle-aged swordsman had reached, to be able to suppress a monster at the peak of its power in such a casual manner.

"Hello...Hello, senior."

Zhou Yiqiao took a deep breath and wanted to stand up and salute.

The middle-aged swordsman gently raised his hand, and a gentle force supported Zhou Yiqiao, preventing him from making any further movements. There was a hint of gentleness and appreciation in his tone.

"Although your cultivation is still shallow, your courage is commendable, and your willingness to protect your companions is especially rare."

As he spoke, he waved his hand again, and three gentle yet powerful waves of spiritual energy surged out from his palm, enveloping Zhou Yiqiao and the other two, quickly healing their injuries.

"Rest here and take good care of yourself. Once I have dealt with this half-human beast, I will take you away from this shabby place."

The middle-aged swordsman spoke without any airs. Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly became blurred and turned into an afterimage in Zhou Yiqiao's sight.

The figure of the middle-aged swordsman appeared above the monster in an instant like a streak of light.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering in the wind, as if he had merged into one with the entire world. The sword intent around him became increasingly solid, as if he was a peerless sword about to be unsheathed.

The monster felt an unprecedented crisis. It struggled desperately, trying to get rid of the invisible pressure, but everything was in vain.

The middle-aged swordsman just stood there quietly, but it felt an insurmountable gap.

"Whether you are a human or a demon, I don't want to comment too much."

"But you insist on being a monster that is neither human nor demon. It is really hard to understand."

The middle-aged swordsman's voice was calm, but it carried an air of looking down on the world.

He slowly raised his right hand, palm facing down, and pressed lightly towards the monster.

This press seemed to be understated, but it contained the supreme truth of swordsmanship, and the entire space trembled slightly with his movement.

"Practice hard in your next life and don't think about these evil ways."

As his words fell, a dazzling sword light fell from the sky, like a pouring galaxy, with unparalleled power, slashing straight on the monster's head.

This sword has no fancy moves, no complicated changes, only the most direct power.

The sword light fell on the monster's body, but there was no huge explosion as imagined, no deafening sound, only fine cracks spreading on the monster's body.

In those cracks, the sword intent raged, disintegrating the dark power in the monster's body one by one, until the last bit of power was completely annihilated.

With a "bang", the monster's body turned into countless pieces like broken porcelain and dissipated into the air.