Chapter 717 Uninvited Guest

Time passed and Zhou Yiqiao stayed on Storm Island for several more months.

Originally, according to the Su family's fear of Zhou Yiqiao, it was impossible for him to stay on Storm Island for so long.

However, after the Shangyan battle, a large number of wounded people suddenly appeared in the Su family.

These wounded people needed to be treated with limited resources from the Su family. Naturally, they were unable to pay Zhou Yiqiao for a while.

Fortunately, a few months later, most of the Su family disciples who were in critical condition had been properly accommodated, and Su Yunfeng finally squeezed out some resources from every corner and gave them to Zhou Yiqiao.

This day is an important day for the Su family.

Zhou Yiqiao, the 'Plague God' who stayed on Storm Island for nearly a year, finally decided to leave this place and return to the Nether Demon Realm after extorting enough profits.

On the dock outside Storm Island, Su Yunfeng led a group of elders from the Su family and sent Zhou Yiqiao onto the giant ship with a smile on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, I wish you a safe journey and a speedy return to the Netherworld Demon Realm!"

Su Yunfeng raised his hand and thanked him.

"If you're being polite, you can skip it. Now that we've collected the money, we can settle everything."

Zhou Yiqiao was unceremonious and straightforward.

"Ahem... Fellow Daoist Zhou is really happy, then the Su family and Fellow Daoist Zhou will no longer owe each other anything!"

Su Yunfeng's face stiffened slightly and he laughed dryly.

"Farewell!"

Having said that, the huge stern ship slowly sailed out of the port at the foot of Zhou Yi Bridge, getting faster and faster, and disappeared on the sea level in less than half a stick of incense.

Everyone in the Su family standing on the shore stared in silence for a long time before they dispersed, each busy with their own business.

......

Inside the huge ship, Zhou Yiqiao was lying on a soft animal skin rocking chair, holding the complete sea chart from the Su family in his hand, leisurely planning the route back to the Nether Demon Sect.

This time, Zhao Qi and the barbarian monks were exiled overseas and spent more than a year in the endless sea.

Fortunately, it was a blessing in disguise that he got involved in the struggle between the Su family and the merchants and made a lot of money, which was considered a worthwhile trip.

"The next step is to return to the Nether Demon Realm at full speed, digest the spiritual objects obtained from the Su family this time with Chu Tianxing and others, and enhance the strength of the entire team."

After swallowing a crystal grape wholeheartedly, Zhou Yiqiao squinted his eyes slightly and felt quite happy.

If he can get enough Dao Yun after returning to the Nether Demon Realm this time, Zhou Yiqiao believes that his cultivation level will be able to quickly enter the late stage of Nascent Soul with this harvest and start preparing for the transformation into a god.

"Huh? Someone is watching!"

Just as Zhou Yiqiao was immersed in his reverie, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his head. He quickly opened his eyes and released his consciousness, alerting his surroundings.

"Where is my fellow Taoist here? We are destined to meet each other on the vast sea. Why don't you show up and have a drink with me?"

The first thing he thought of was the Su family monks, but he quickly gave up this idea.

Nowadays, the Su family is focused on recuperating and recuperating. It is too late to drive him away, and they will never take the initiative to provoke him again.

Not to mention, with the current strength of the Su family, even if all members are mobilized, it is impossible to do anything to Zhou Yiqiao.

"Haha! As expected of a direct disciple of the Nether Demon Sect, his reactions are really sharp!"

A man in white clothes floated over and sat across from Zhou Yi Bridge with a chuckle.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Zhou Yiqiao frowned and looked at him. He really couldn't see clearly this person's cultivation level and couldn't help but feel wary.

The man glanced at him lightly and said leisurely.

"It's normal for Fellow Daoist Zhou not to recognize me. Although I did not cause the Su family's quarrel with the merchant, I have never been to the battlefield in person. It is normal for Fellow Daoist not to know."

Zhou Yiqiao's eyes flashed slightly, and he soon had the answer.

"Then the Jade Chan Immortality Skill practiced by Shang Yan was taught by you!?"

"good."

The man nodded, with a hint of mockery on his lips.

"Shang Yan is a named disciple of mine. He died at your hands. Of course I want to seek justice for him!"

Hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao felt a chill in his heart, but soon returned to smiling.

"Fellow Taoist is really humorous. If you really came to take revenge for Shang Yan, why would you wait until now?"

He smiled brightly, but there was sarcasm in his eyes.

"Besides, the one who really has an irreconcilable conflict with Shang Yan is the Su family of Storm Island. Now Shang Yan's head is also in the Su family's clan."

"If you are really here for business, you should go straight to Storm Island instead of my lonely boat on the sea."

The man laughed when he heard this.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou has a thorough understanding, but you are only half right."

He pointed to the southeast and said with a smile.

"If it was just a business deal, of course I wouldn't go all the way to visit in person!"

"I am here for all the evil cultivators who died at the hands of fellow Taoist Zhou, even the Su family cultivators."

After speaking, the aura surrounding the man in white that blocked all prying eyes dissipated instantly, and he appeared in front of Zhou Yiqiao's eyes with a peak Nascent Soul cultivation level.

Zhou Yiqiao's pupils shrank sharply.

The formation of swords, wind and thunder immediately surrounded the entire giant ship. The unparalleled sword intent soared into the sky and locked onto the man in white.

"Who the hell are you!?"

The man was not afraid at all, he looked up at the sky, and when he looked at Zhou Yiqiao again, his calm face had become ferocious and ugly!

"Damn mainland monks! I, Li Yunhe, have been planning for more than a hundred years just to wait for Shang Yan to lead all the evil cultivators to Storm Island and kill the Su family in a river of blood, so that I can take this opportunity to refine the human elixir and help me break through. god!"

"It's good for you. Some mixing has caused the balance to become unbalanced, and there is simply not enough material to refine the human elixir!"

As the man spoke, a small turquoise pocket cauldron appeared in his hand.

In the small cauldron, the living souls of countless monks were struggling in it, with expressions of pain on their faces.

Zhou Yiqiao recognized this small tripod with just one glance.

Astonishingly, it was the Heaven-Swallowing Cauldron used by Shang Yan back then!

Zhou Yiqiao didn't know why the merchant's ancestral weapon had now become the magical weapon of the man in front of him.

But he is very clear that all the life essence and vitality swallowed by the Tiantian Cauldron are being rapidly refined and condensed into what this person calls the human elixir.

Without any time to think, Zhou Yiqiao put away the giant ship, slammed the storage bag, and took out all the magic weapons.

The cold soul dagger appeared in his hand, and immediately, Zhou Yiqiao activated the Jiuxiaoyun Sword Intent and slashed towards the man in white!

The man in white snorted coldly, and with a flick of his finger, a surge of sinister energy suddenly surged out, instantly condensing into a three-foot-long ice blade to attack the cold soul dagger.

As soon as the two touched, the cold dagger immediately erupted with bright golden light, shattering the ice blade, and continued to attack the man in white.

The man in white's eyes flashed slightly when he saw this, and he raised his right hand and slapped it.

"Hey!"

The sword spirit shattered in response.

But how could Zhou Yiqiao's sword intent, which he was most familiar with, be dispelled so easily?

The scattered sword intention hovered in the air for a week, and then quickly condensed into a transparent long sword, slashing at the man in white.