I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

Divine Lake Fairy Gate.

In the center of the deepest hall of Wu Dao Peak, a group of new disciples looked at the Xianhe Chengfeng at the door with awe on the front mountain. The breath of the foundation-building monster made them tremble, and they felt the power of the Xianmen even more. Ding Xiaoxia took over the group of new disciples who were full of awe from Uncle Chengfeng, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

He has experienced the ups and downs of the Immortal Sect, and knows better than anyone how difficult it is for the Immortal Sect today. Ding Xiaoxia was not originally responsible for recruiting newcomers today. He had stopped doing such things in his current capacity. The main reason why he came here was because someone below sent him a token.

The token of Immortal Immortal.

A child from Heishan Village entered the school with the token of Master Changsheng. Naturally, he had to come and handle such an important matter personally.

"Thank you, senior brother."

Du Qiu

Today's Shenhu Immortal Sect has extremely strict entrance examinations. It accepts more than a dozen disciples every year, and each one of them is a unique genius. Although Du Qiuxian has a middle-grade spiritual root, there is still a big gap compared with the remaining brothers.

"What is your relationship with Uncle Chen?"

Ding Xiaoxia walked in front and asked curiously.

"I don't know either."

Du Qiuxian's expression was astonishing. He really didn't know that the token was given to him by his father Du De, and his mother also gave him an 'elixir', saying it was a gift from Immortal Changsheng. He was also confused when his family suddenly got involved with such a big shot.

"It's okay. If you have anything you don't understand on the mountain from now on, just come and ask me." Ding Xiaoxia patted the junior brother's shoulder and said grandly.

The other disciples who started together had envious expressions in their eyes.

They all started together, why is there such a big gap?

Back mountain.

The main hall where Wuwei Zhenren practices.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the front mountain, the back mountain is much cleaner. There was no one around the main hall. In the hall, Master Wuwei was sitting cross-legged, and Bai Su was sitting opposite him. The two faced each other as if they were one whole body. A gray aura kept flowing between the two.

On the table next to me, smoke was coming out of the incense burner.

There are still paintings of inner demons hanging around, but the difference from before is that now all the paintings are blank. The inner demon energy will still escape into the painting, but after circulating around for a while, it will be absorbed by Bai Su, and then it will change into another form and stay back in Wuwei Zhenren's body.

Every lap is a week.

After a long time, the breath weakened, and the two of them woke up from their practice at the same time.

"Master, the people from the Ghost Temple are here again."

A rickety figure appeared in the hall. This person was like a ghost, appearing completely silent. If Chen Luo were here, he would be able to recognize at a glance that this old man was Elder Qu of Shenhuo Peak back then. This elder, who was only in the early stage of foundation building in the past, now exudes the same 'inner demon' aura as Bai Su.

"killed."

A ray of gray energy flashed in Master Wuwei's eyes, and he said with a cold expression.

"This time."

Bang! !

A breath of air broke through the door, and a strange cold wind blew in from the outside. The sky outside, which was originally bright and sunny, was now completely dark.

"I'm going to tell you why Xue Ning died. It turned out to be the descendant of the ancestor of the inner demon. You said that if I tell the seven madmen from the Qionghua sect this news, will they come over and kill you?"

Weird sounds floated in the hall along with the breath.

The ghostly shadows flickered in the hall, as if there were dozens of people walking in the hall.

Master Wuwei's eyes were cold, and Bai Su and Elder Qu in front of him all became numb, losing the emotions of living people, as if they had turned into puppets.

"snort!"

Master Wuwei snorted coldly, and suddenly raised his hand, and layers of beating shadows appeared on the blank screen around him. These shadows suddenly seemed like illusions, overlapping with reality, and constantly making sounds of laughter.

The ghost temple monk in the temple moved for a moment, as if affected by some invisible force. The shaking ghost slowly became less and less, and finally condensed into a pale young man.

The man's face stayed there in pain, as if he had seen something painful, so that his soul was a little distorted.

"Inner demon?"

The ghost cultivator forcibly suppressed the influence and looked at Master Wuwei sitting cross-legged in the hall, with a trace of fear flashing in his eyes.

Although this person is only in the early stage of forming pills, he already has some of the momentum of the ancestor of the evil spirits.

"If I give you a little more time, maybe it will come true, but now" a hint of coldness flashed in the eyes of the third-level ghost cultivator.

"It's better to follow me back to the ghost temple."

Taking a step forward, the figure disappeared like mist.

Elder Qu, who was stunned beside him, suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the empty area.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, and the seemingly empty space was actually caught by Elder Qu. But the next second, Elder Qu's arm suddenly broke off, and a large amount of blood spurted out from the broken arm.

"So what if you can see it? This little trick can't stop me."

The shadow solidified, and there was a knife in the hand of this third-level ghost cultivator. The pitch-black blade emitted a mournful cry, as if it were a living weapon.

"Level 4 magic weapon?"

Master Wuwei's expression became more serious, and he raised his hand, and a blank scroll appeared in his hand. The scroll unfolded, and a dark word "fire" appeared on it.

The writing disappeared in a flash.

Gui Xiu, who cut off Elder Qu's arm, was waiting for the killer. The hand holding the long knife suddenly stopped, and a look of pain appeared on his face. He pressed the position of his heart with one hand. There seemed to be an invisible layer in that place. The flames are burning.

Heart fire.

The flames transformed by the inner demon have no roots and form, and can only be eliminated by killing the inner demon.

"The fourth-level magic weapon cannot be blocked by this method."

The third-level ghost cultivator held the long sword in his hand. A strange crying face appeared on the blade. The face kept twisting. The flame that was originally burning in the ghost cultivator's heart was instantly swallowed up by the crying face on the blade.

Not only that, Elder Qu and Bai Su also lost consciousness, their bodies fell to the ground, and all the blank scrolls on the surrounding walls were ignited with black fire. The black on the blade was like ink, soaking half of the space.

Master Wuwei's expression finally became serious. He stood up and took out a black finger bone from his arms. As soon as the bones were taken out, the inner demon energy in the entire hall suddenly increased dozens of times. The rich aura, under the blessing of the heaven and earth energy controlled by Master Wuwei, distorted the air.

Dense shadows appeared in the hall, and various strange sounds appeared.

'Uncle, come and play.'

‘Er Gouzi, I am your third uncle! ’

‘Husband, I don’t want to die. ’

Twisted ghost figures emerged one after another, instantly suppressing the space soaked in black knife back.

"The finger bones of the ancestor of the inner demon?!"

The expression of the ghost cultivator holding the knife changed drastically. He subconsciously wanted to run away, but it was already too late. Master Wuwei manipulated his finger bones and tapped lightly in his direction.

Layers of ripples spread out, and the air looked like water ripples.

It condensed into a black dot and was accurately pointed at the center of the person's eyebrows. The figure of the third-level ghost cultivator, who was originally confident of winning, suddenly lost his movement.

call!

Master Wuwei exhaled a breath of turbidity.

These years have not been in vain for him. Some time ago, his cultivation level has been further improved, and he successfully refined the finger bone of the ancestor of the inner demon, allowing his 'Inner Demon Art' to go further, and to be in line with Chen Luo's spiritual cultivation. The magic formula is different, and the path taken by Master Wuwei is getting closer and closer to the inner demon ancestor who was suppressed by the Qionghua Sect.

"Okay, okay, it's worth my while to go there in person. Fellow Taoist, what do you think of our ghost temple?" A voice suddenly sounded.

Wuwei Zhenren, who was about to go over to collect the black knife, paused and slowly turned around. He found that where he was sitting before, there was someone else.

A weirdo wearing the uniform of a national master.

Cold sweat broke out on Master Wuwei's forehead, remembering some news about Tiannan Territory that Chen Luo told him.

‘Millennium Centipede Spirit’

Chen Luo finished arranging the formation and returned to the sky above the courtyard.

This place has been temporarily transformed by him. Even if King Black Horn comes back, he will never be able to break the formation instantly. As long as there is time to buffer, Chen Luo can deal with these troubles calmly.

"Little guy, don't let me down."

Chen Luo in mid-air glanced at Ao Ye in the courtyard. A wisp of calamity energy emerged from his body, and he followed the people below and entered the inner demon calamity. This is the first time that Chen Luo has brought so many people into a tribulation. With so many demon species, using the orbs and stones accumulated by Xue Ning as nutrients, and the tribulation energy from the inner demon tribulation as fuel, I don’t know what kind of fruits they will bear in the end. come out.

At dusk, the sun sets in the west.

The golden sunshine illuminated the entire town. After a busy day, traders began to pack up their things and go home one after another. The farm equipment stores on the street also began to close their doors and prepare to close. An old donkey cart passed by on the street, its wooden wheels making a squeaking sound.

The blacksmith's shop was still hammering and smelting iron, and the apprentices were desperately pulling the levers of the bellows. Waves of heat emanated from the shop, and the sound of "ding-dong-dang-dang" was like music, which was particularly pleasant to hear.

Chen Luo, wearing a green shirt, sat across the street and watched the men working in the blacksmith.

This place is a tribulation of inner demons.

He caused it.

It was different from the previous tribulations. This time, the inner demon tribulation was transformed by his tribulation energy, and its power was many times stronger than Elder Rongling's inner demon tribulation. In order to increase the feedback from overcoming the tribulation, Chen Luo brought in a large number of 'demon species' and also invested the power of two secret treasures accumulated by Xue Ning into them.

The current scene looks just like the real world.

"I seem to have forgotten something."

Chen Luo was in a daze, this was his calamity. The ancestor of the inner demon stores and differentiates the calamity energy. If you really enter the tribulation, you will still be affected by the tribulation. After getting through the 'Inner Demon Tribulation', there will be all the feedback you should have.

‘A place transformed by tribulation energy, a place where demons are planted. ’

‘An attempt on the path to the Nascent Soul. ’

The external brain quickly emerged and told him the information that Chen Luo had forgotten.

The Heavenly Tribulation can block the perception and memory of those who have overcome the tribulation, but the external brains are not the people who have overcome the tribulation. They are all the brains of dead people. '(End of chapter)