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

Countless fire rains fell on Zhulufang City's defensive formation, the Aoki Thousand Trees Formation, making this third-level, most powerful formation tremble.

Zhou Yiqiao quickly walked out of Xiaoyao Inn and ran towards the center of the city. He did not use the cloud-stepping technique and tried to maintain the spiritual power in his body.

Around him, there were already countless members of the Yaori Sect, each using their own skills and rushing towards the meeting hall.

Around them, countless casual cultivators gathered their vague gazes, and Zhou Yiqiao knew that these were already ready to make a move.

Compared with disciples of sects and families, casual cultivators have a more sophisticated egoism. Now that chaos occurs, most casual cultivators will immediately have the idea of ​​taking advantage of the situation.

Zhou Yiqiao glanced at everyone's expressions, then withdrew his gaze, and followed the large army to the front of the meeting hall unhurriedly.

At this time, in front of the meeting hall, there was already a Jindan Master from the Yaori Sect commanding the disciples who had arrived.

"Disciples who are in the early stage of foundation building and above, immediately go to various formations to help True Lord Chengjin maintain the operation of the Qingmu Thousand Trees Formation and resist the invasion of the devil."

"Disciples in the late stage of Qi refining, in groups of three, immediately set out to patrol the city to prevent anyone from outside the sect from taking advantage of the situation."

"The remaining disciples, follow me and cast the life-binding and soul-taking spell to delay the attack of the bloody old demon."

As he spoke, Master Lengquan, the golden elixir monk stationed here at Wangtian Temple, rushed to the meeting hall with the disciples of Wangtian Temple on the Tianyun Treasure Ship.

Although Wangtianguan has always been in a state of caution and self-preservation, now matters are equally important, and Wangtianguan cannot turn a blind eye.

The two golden elixir masters completed their exchange of spiritual thoughts in a few breaths and agreed to the Yaori Sect's arrangement.

The situation was urgent, and the disciples formed their own teams and quickly dispersed.

Accompanying Zhou Yiqiao are a scrawny male cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining and a middle-aged female cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining who still retains her charm.

Both of them were outer disciples of the Yaori Sect, so they naturally knew Zhou Yiqiao's "prestige" in Zhulufang City, and were willing to listen to Zhou Yiqiao's orders.

Zhou Yiqiao led the two of them to release their speed. The three of them each used their escape skills and soon disappeared from the sight of the crowd.

The streets of Zhulufang City were now in chaos. Rogue cultivators and rogue cultivators, as well as rogue cultivators and disciples, were fighting everywhere. It was extremely chaotic.

Unlike the non-stop cultivators, the patrolling Yaori Sect disciples were like jackals jumping into the flock of sheep, killing non-commercial cultivators who were weaker than themselves in the name of maintaining order.

The Yaori Sect has never distinguished between good and evil. At this moment, the two people around Zhou Yiqiao were also ready to make a move, but due to his notoriety, they held back and did not take action.

A blue-white stream of light rushed towards Zhou Yiqiao, but Zhou Yiqiao used his bull shield to easily block it. Seeing that the situation was not good, the owner of the streamer fled in a hurry in the opposite direction.

Since someone had taken action against him, Zhou Yiqiao would naturally not let it go. The golden sword and the Yin Hun Banner turned into two bolts of lightning, one green and one gold, instantly killing the casual cultivator who did not know his strength. Another innocent soul appeared in the Yin Hun Banner.

Seeing that Zhou Yiqiao had already taken action, the two people behind him seemed to have been activated, rushing into the crowd crazily to plunder resources.

Zhou Yiqiao had already retracted the golden silk sword at this time, leaving only the Yinhun Banner in his hand, standing aside and watching the scene with cold eyes.

The strong ones are arrogant, ferocious and happy, while the weak ones beg and struggle hard. They have long lost the immortal spirit, kindness and kindness of the former immortal cultivators.

Zhou Yiqiao did not continue to take action. The Qingmu Thousand Tree Formation, with the support of True Monarch Nascent Soul and many foundation-building monks, did withstand the attack of True Monarch Xue Xue, but it was only a third-level array.

True Lord Evil Blood can easily reach the rear of Yaori Sect, so he must have some backup plans. Instead of caring about the small profits in front of him, it is better to preserve his status and face the storm later.

The ghost flags surrounded him, constantly absorbing the wronged souls of the dead in the city. The strong evil spirit enveloped Zhou Yiqiao on the side, frightening everyone for a while, and no casual cultivator dared to attack him.

At the same time, outside Fangshi, the Evil Lord summoned a bloody altar.

The altar was extremely strange. It was made of human skulls, mixed with scarlet flesh and blood. The flesh and blood swam between the gaps in the bones, as if there were living things.

"Today I have the blessing of this spiritual treasure, and the old Chengjin dog will die obediently!"

True Lord Evil Blood caressed a skull, and in an instant, the entire altar burst into scarlet light.

Countless blood was used from the gaps in the altar, and gathered into a bloody river in the sky, rushing towards the Aoki Thousand Tree Array while tumbling and dancing.

"hiss!!"

The Qingmu Thousand Trees Formation was like a stone in a blood-colored river, being constantly polished and washed away. As a corroding sound sounded, the formation was completely broken through, and a three-foot-sized hole appeared.

Countless cracks spread along with the holes, and the third-order formation could no longer withstand the attack of the Nascent Soul cultivator and completely shattered.

"puff."

As the formation ruptured, Chengjin Zhenjun, the person who presided over the formation, also received backlash and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He yelled before he could recover from his injuries.

"All Foundation Establishment disciples, quickly follow Elder Jindan to form the Ten Thousand Beasts Spirit Devouring Formation!"

When Zhou Yiqiao heard this, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The Ten Thousand Beasts Soul Devouring Formation is the only magic formation in the Yaori Sect. When using this formation, you need to have enough creatures in the center of the formation as fuel to activate the power of this formation.

Zhou Yiqiao had wondered before why Elder Jindan kept his weakest disciple by his side and cast a spell that had little impact on True Monarch Nascent Soul.

Now it seems that when True Lord Evil Blood attacks, the senior leaders of Yaori Sect have already regarded them as cannon fodder!

The low-end disciples of Wangtianguan, who consider themselves a famous and upright sect, are abandoned as easily as Master Jindan. In this world of cultivation, strength is the priority after all.

Following the words of True Lord Chengjin, a similarly blood-red formation instantly rose up. In the center of the formation, the sound of wailing was amplified countless times and spread throughout the entire city.

"wishful thinking!"

True Lord Evil Blood shouted loudly, and the skeleton altar at his hand transformed into countless white bones, forming a bone rain and attacking the entire city.

True Lord Chengjin patted his storage bag and took out a smart chiseled gold sword. The sword seemed to have intelligence. After it appeared, it first circled around True Lord Chengjin, and then turned into countless sword lights, facing the falling rain of bones. Attack them one by one.

The sword light and the bones collided in the air, and the roar of explosions shook the entire Zhulufang City.

Zhou Yiqiao supported the building on the side and used his spiritual energy to barely stabilize his body. The people who were fighting each other had stopped long ago and fled in panic.

Zhou Yiqiao looked towards the crowd, and the thin male cultivator and plump female cultivator who came with him had long disappeared.