I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

Chen Luo's return lifted the spirits of everyone on Wu Dao Peak. Although they don't know Chen Luo's current specific cultivation level, more than ten years ago he was able to use the Silver Armored Corpse King to compete with the Master of the Corpse Raising Sect and the Master of the Nine Poison Valley. Now ten years later, he is still a pill-forming master no matter how bad he is. Combat strength.

After learning about the changes in the Seven Kingdoms over the years through Master Wuwei, Junior Sister Huang Ying and others, Chen Luo stayed in the sect.

This ghost temple was destined to him at first sight.

The 'Spring and Autumn Gu' of Gu Demon Brother Han Jiu was still trapped inside, and he always remembered this. I didn't have the strength before, but now I have to go in and search for anything. There is also the brain of a ghost cultivator. He had previously thought about expanding his horizons and getting some brains of other types of cultivators. Now that the opportunity has been delivered to the door, there is no reason to give up.

indoor.

Chen Luo sat cross-legged.

The impact of overcoming the tribulation is still being digested, and with the mummy brain still around, his use of the power of feedback from the tribulation has reached its limit. The power of the thunder tribulation was absorbed and integrated into the second demon bone array pattern formula, forming a 'thunder pattern' at the heart. The demon power changes his body, and the power of thunder and calamity that was previously swallowed into the body swims in the body.

The two bone patterns echoed each other. The first bone pattern was found by Zhu Chungang. It was the bones of an unknown monster. The patterns on it could enhance Chen Luo's defense and strength when used. The second bone pattern was captured from the Heavenly Tribulation before, and it was a thunder pattern. It has a great bonus to thunder magic power.

Breathing in and out, every exercise can attract the outside world and drive the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth.

The demon power is compressed and condensed little by little.

The golden elixir in the body exudes a luster like the scorching sun, and the ten points of 'jade liquid' turn into dark green and surround the golden elixir like a satellite.

The combination of spiritual energy and physical energy, superimposed with the strange aura of the Heart Demon Art, makes people feel like an unfathomable old demon.

After a long time, Chen Luo, after digesting the last remaining strength, assigned a new task to the mummy's brain.

The road to the Nascent Soul.

This kind of matter related to the road is best handled by the mummy brain.

Opening his eyes, Chen Luo let out a breath. The gas formed a ring-shaped cyclone in front of him, whipping up a strong wind that made the books in the room rattle. The flames on the table kept swaying, reflecting the shadows on the wall that kept twisting.

After a long time, this breath gradually faded away, the flames calmed down again, and the shadows behind them became quiet again.

bass!

Chen Luo stretched out his index finger, shook the wick, and a fire dragon flew out from the oil lamp. The fire dragon was only three inches in size, and it came alive under Chen Luo's control, just like a real creature.

"Is this the vitality of heaven and earth?"

Chen Luo sensed the difference. The fire dragon he was currently controlling did not consume his own spiritual power. The existence of the fire dragon will not cause any consumption to him, because this fire dragon was 'created' by him 'borrowing' the vitality of heaven and earth. As long as he is willing, this fire dragon can expand ten times in an instant and sweep the entire Enlightenment Peak into it.

This is the power of the alchemy monk!

Chen Luo himself is the top level among the elixir-forming monks, the real person who condenses the golden elixir. His jade liquid magic power allows him to borrow more vitality from heaven and earth.

Medicine King Peak.

Just like the Corpse Raising Sect borrowed the Tianming Peak, the Nine Poison Valley also borrowed a main peak from Shenhu Xianmen after their defeat. They borrowed Yaowang Peak, which is closer to the Enlightenment Peak than the Corpse Raising Sect.

"All dead? Just the three of you coming back?"

The Nine Poison Valley Master's face was full of gloom, and his voice was a little dry.

Unlike the Master of the Corpse Raising Sect, the Master of Nine Poison Valley was not injured after his defeat, so he did not place all his hopes on Master Wuwei. During this period, he has been looking for a way out. A few months ago, he quietly sent a group of disciples out to explore the passage of the sea.

Unexpectedly, a few months had passed and only three of the people he sent out came back.

"The ghost temple has sealed off the entire area. As long as we approach the sea, someone will disappear immediately." Mo Wenjian was also eroded by the aura of the ghost temple, and he looked a little tired.

He betrayed the Immortal Sect of Shenhu Lake and joined the Nine Poison Valley. He cultivated all the way to the Foundation Establishment Realm and became the Foundation Establishment Elder of the Nine Poison Valley. His life reached its peak, and then he had a duel with his 'destined enemy'.

It’s okay not to mention the result of that fight.

I originally thought that I could defeat this opponent after advancing to Foundation Establishment, but I didn't expect that my opponent would progress faster than him. Later, I even heard that this ‘old enemy’ had refined a silver-armored corpse king and had the power of forming a pill. In order to catch up with this destined enemy, Mo Wenjian has been practicing hard day and night for these years, and finally advanced to a strong man in the middle stage of foundation building not long ago. Before he could be happy, he encountered a crisis in the ghost temple.

The spiritual veins of the infinitely beautiful Nine Poison Valley have been eroded by the ghost temple. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have become a ghost in the ghost temple by now.

He followed the Valley Master and fled all the way to the Immortal Gate of Shenhu Lake. Later, he accepted the Valley Master's mission and went out to find a way out. He didn't want to be killed by the Ghost Temple again. Most of the elders who went out with him died. Even he, only three people came back, and all of them were injured.

After many setbacks, Mo Wenjian has come to understand the reality.

He finally understood that he might not be a genius after all. He could be considered a genius when he was practicing Qi, but he became mediocre after establishing his foundation. There are more geniuses in the world than he imagined.

Among the foundation-building monks, he is just the most ordinary one.

He no longer had any hope in forming pills.

"Where are the seven poisons?"

The Nine Poison Valley Master asked in a deep voice.

The 'Seven Poisons' he mentioned were the strongest among the Nine Poison Valleys except him. He is also the deputy valley master of the Nine Poison Valley and a great monk in the foundation-building perfection realm.

"If it weren't for the Deputy Valley Master, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to see us anymore."

A trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the two Nine Poison Valley elders who came back with Mo Wenjian.

"The enemy is completely invisible. We don't even know how the people around us died."

The elder who spoke looked a little pale.

"My best demon vine can't even find the location of the enemy."

"Valley Master, let's take refuge in Master Wuwei. Only he can deal with those ghosts."

"calm."

The Nine Poison Valley Master frowned and scolded.

Master Jiedan's magic power exploded like thunder, bringing the two bewildered elders back to their senses.

"It's not the last moment yet, and inaction may not be able to stop that ghost. That woman named Xue Ning doesn't look like a human being. I suspect that he may be a ghost cultivator."

"Ghost cultivator?"

After hearing what the Nine Poison Valley Master mentioned, the few people finally felt a little energetic.

"Find some ways to find some spiritual talismans that are extremely yang and extremely strong, preferably of the third level. You can also prepare some magic weapons. As long as they are effective against evil and evil things, you can buy them. Now only the Nine Poison Valley is left The few of us don’t have to worry about the consumption of spiritual stones.”

The Master of Nine Poison Valley knew that he must not mess up at this time. If he messed up, these people under his command would really be doomed.

The foundation of Jiudu Valley cannot be destroyed in his hands!

"yes."

Mo Wenjian and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where's Ling'er?"

The Nine Poison Valley Master's eyes swept across the three people. These three people are the only remaining foundation-building monks in the Nine Poison Valley. After escaping this disaster, they will still have to rely on them to revive the mountain gate.

"Junior Sister Ling'er is refining medicine, and the consumption of pills has been a bit high during this period."

When he mentioned Junior Sister Ling'er, Mo Wenjian's mood calmed down a lot. The Ling'er mentioned by the Master of Nine Poison Valley is his granddaughter and the only alchemist in Nine Poison Valley.

A few people were talking when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside.

At first, the four of them didn't pay attention, but as the footsteps got closer, they all felt something was wrong.

sound!

The footsteps were very strange. They stayed at the same frequency from far to near, and they didn't sound like the footsteps of a living person. The Nine Poison Valley Master spread out his consciousness and found that his consciousness was blocked and could not spread outside.

"Isn't it good to join the Ghost Temple?"

A faint voice sounded outside the courtyard.

The voice was extremely pitiful, like a woman's cry or the whimpering of an innocent soul.

"Ghost Xiu Xue Ning!"

The moment they heard the sound, the expressions of everyone present changed.

The Master of the Nine Poison Valley stood up instantly, and the pressure of the pill-forming monk spread. The vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth surged, and he borrowed it, forming a strong wind in the courtyard. He raised his hand to grab it, and a large translucent hand formed in the air, slapping it towards the door.

boom! !

The two invisible forces collided together, causing a roar.

The main hall of Yaowang Peak exploded under this force, and the house collapsed in half. The Nine Poison Valley Master in mid-air roared angrily, and a strong poisonous aura emerged from his body.

Mo Wenjian and the two elders took advantage of the situation and retreated outside.

The battle of forming pills was simply not something they could intervene in. The chaotic energy of heaven and earth around them forced them to retreat continuously.

"what to do?"

The two elders looked at the scene in front of them with horrified expressions, and the scene of the Ghost Temple's attack on the Nine Poison Valley a few years ago involuntarily appeared in their minds. It was also like this at that time. The Valley Master fought against a strange ghost cultivator. They, the foundation-building elders, were ambushed and killed by the mysterious ghost cultivator. The millennium-old foundation of the Nine Poison Valley was destroyed in one fell swoop.

"Take Ling'er and go to Wuwei Peak to find Old Ghost Wuwei."

A voice came from inside the palace, and a big, rotten hand filled with poisonous gas was seen scratching the house to pieces. An unconscious girl was fished out from the alchemy room on the side, and was thrown at Mo Wenjian.

The two core-forming forces collided together again, and they seemed to hear the sound of cloth tearing.

After rescuing the person, the three people subconsciously looked back.

I saw a hole in the originally clear sky outside. The sun is shining brightly inside the cave, while the wind and rain are blowing outside the cave.

"The magical weapon that covers the sky?!"

The three of them were all major foundation-building cultivators, and they could see the clues at just one glance, and instantly understood why they had not attracted Master Wuwei's attention despite being beaten to such an extent. It's not that the other party is slow, but that the ghost temple's magic weapon is too mysterious.

boom! !

The three of them took advantage of this gap and rushed out quickly. Mo Wenjian held the unconscious Ling'er and flew toward the Enlightenment Peak next to him, burning his energy and blood.

Fortunately, the Yaowang Peak and Wudao Peak they chose were very close.

On the Peak of Enlightenment.

There was silence.

The disciples of the Immortal Sect who had seen Chen Luo turn the tide all had a kind of blind worship for him, especially Ding Xiaoxia and Huang Ying, who had unconditional trust in him.

Master Wuwei also breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Luo, like him, had practiced the Heart Demon Art, and Chen Luo's Heart Demon Art was even stronger than what he had practiced. With his help, we can definitely deal with the ghost temple, and at the very least, we won't be as embarrassed as before.

It's a pity that Chen Luo went into seclusion as soon as he came back, and he didn't have time to ask where his current cultivation level was. (End of chapter)