I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

Twenty years later.

winter.

Heavy snow.

The north wind was howling outside the window, and snowflakes were swirling in the air.

There was a fire burning in the stove in the house, and the wood made a crackling sound in the stove. Ao Ye was lying on the hospital bed. His splendid life had finally come to an end. After many ups and downs in his life, he finally kept his true heart.

He has not forgotten his original dream.

Be yourself all your life.

Feeling the passing of life, he vaguely seemed to see a few familiar figures.

There is a teacher, there is Your Majesty, and there is an elder brother.

They stood in the heavy snow, smiling and waving to themselves.

'coming? Just waiting for you. ’

Hearing the sound, a smile appeared on the corner of Ao Ye's mouth, and it passed away.

Tiannan domain.

The Imperial Master was dressed in black and luxurious clothes. After entering the territory of the thousand-year-old country, everyone who saw him would kneel down and worship him, even the royal family was no exception. He is like the sky of this land, and Master Wuwei follows behind him, gaining a deeper understanding of the power of this centipede spirit.

"Many people in the world have a foolish view of our thousand-year-old country and regard me as a monster. I think this perception is biased."

The national master walked in front, with black hair shawl, and a calm expression, just like a Taoist master, with a peaceful aura. In his body, Wuwei master did not sense any evil spirit.

This is the scariest thing.

The monster who cannot detect the evil spirit is the real great monster.

"What practitioners strive for is just one life span. As long as they can become immortals, all 'processes' can be the right path. Do you think so, fellow Taoists?"

The Imperial Master chatted casually, and Master Wuwei followed him as if he were an old friend.

Not long ago, the national master who sensed Xue Ning's death personally went to the Seven Kingdoms.

The Seventh Ancestor of Qionghua has a plan for the ‘One Hundred and Eight Peaks’, and the Thousand-Year Centipede Spirit naturally has his plans as well.

He is taking a road that has not been traveled before. For this road, he has cooperated with the Ghost Temple and Wanyao Mountain.

Xue Ning was the chess piece he laid out.

The painting on Xue Ning's body was brought by the Imperial Master from the upper world and has an extraordinary origin.

Xue Ning stole the scroll, took refuge in a ghost temple and became a ghost cultivator, and even later planned the "Nascent Soul Foundation". All these were seen by the national master, and he did not stop him. Just letting her develop, he was trying a special path to becoming a god. As long as Xue Ning could succeed, it meant that his path to becoming a god was feasible.

It's a pity that no one expected that Xue Ning, who was developing well in the Seven Kingdoms region, suddenly died and the scroll on her body was also lost. Although the scroll was of no use to the Imperial Master, he was still prepared to get it back as part of his plan.

The person who killed Xue Ning was surrounded by sword aura, which was the aura of the seven sword madmen of the Qionghua Sect that he hated most.

In order to avoid a long night of nightmares, he took a trip himself. Unexpectedly, the murderer was not caught this time, but he encountered a talent who could absorb the broken body of the ancestor of the inner demon. Compared with Xue Ning, this person is the most suitable chess piece, so he invited Master Wuwei to join the thousand-year-old country.

"Is the path taken by the Imperial Master the right path to becoming an immortal?"

Master Wuwei suddenly asked.

In the entire Tiannan Territory, no one dares to say that they are on the right path of cultivation. In this world, the strongest person is only Yuanying, and no one has figured out the way to become a god so far. The ancestors of the four immortal sects who stand at the top of the Tiannan Territory are just Nascent Souls. This group of people are all looking for their own 'method of transforming into gods'.

"I don't know if I can become an immortal, but before I transform into a god, I am definitely on the right path."

While talking, the Imperial Master led Master Wuwei to the palace.

This was originally the place where the emperor of a thousand-year-old country lived, and now it has become his training ground. All the people inside and outside the palace, except for his disciples, were only dead creatures parasitized by insects. The entire country reveals an evil nature from the inside out.

"I have touched the threshold of becoming a god."

After passing through the palace gate, the two walked all the way to the innermost palace.

"National Division."

"Master."

On the way, Master Wuwei saw the three princes and the emperor of the thousand-year-old country. The four of them stood respectfully at the door to greet the imperial master. The previous Sangong was killed by Gu He, the Taixu ancestor of the Qionghua sect. These three are the new ones, and each of them has the strength of forming a pill. In ordinary medium-sized sects, they can be considered top experts, but at the level of the four major immortal sects, the three of them are still a little behind.

"Is everything ready?"

"Already brought it."

The three of them raised their heads cautiously and looked at Master Wuwei behind the Imperial Master.

A trace of unwillingness flashed in the emperor's eyes, and Wuwei Zhenren saw an emotion called 'jealousy' in his eyes.

This opportunity was originally his!

The stone door opened.

The pungent smell of blood hit his face, Wuwei's pupils shrank, and he saw the scene indoors

The inner courtyard of Shuifu.

The Xue Dao Jie Xiu who was lying on the ground opened his eyes. He glanced around blankly. The influence caused by the demon calamity dissipated little by little, and he recalled where he was now. He and a group of robbery cultivators sneaked into Shuifu Mansion, preparing to loot the treasure house of Shuifu Mansion, and then met Madam Hong. The woman wanted to take the blame on their brother. Afterwards, the two sides fought, and at the critical moment, a real Jiedan appeared among the accomplices.

Then

Thinking of this, Xue Dao Jie Xiu immediately got up and looked around cautiously.

The ground was filled with people lying in various directions.

"woke up?"

Chen Luo's indifferent voice sounded, and he held four dark stones in his palms. Three of them are relatively small, and the remaining one is particularly eye-catching, black and purple. Even the Blood Sword Tribulation Cultivator who doesn't understand the Heart Demon Art can see how extraordinary this stone is.

"senior."

Xue Dao Jie Xiu said cautiously. He no longer wants to run away. He has just seen the methods of the senior in front of him. Their ability to suppress the bottom of the box is like a child's joke in the eyes of this senior.

While he was speaking, several people next to him opened their eyes one after another.

These three people are Mrs. Hong, Zuo Qiulong and Ao Ye.

Looking at these people, a trace of memory flashed through the eyes of the Blood Knife Cultivator. He could not remember the details clearly. After all, the Heart Demon Tribulation was just someone else's 'tribulation'. For the Blood Knife Cultivator, this feeling was like a dream. , a dream of someone else. It is difficult for monks who have not practiced the Heart Demon Technique to remember too many things in the 'tribulation' before forming the elixir.

Survive other people's calamities.

Danger, not much gain yet.

The few people who woke up were confused at first, and then they saw Chen Luo in the field. Several people stood aside honestly, and Mrs. Hong became very obedient. The experience in the calamity made her a little dazed, and she vaguely remembered that the 'senior' in front of her seemed to be her relative.

After waiting for a while, several people gradually realized something was wrong.

They found that except for a few of them, everyone else fell to the ground, including the surrounding shrimp soldiers outside, and all the monks within the range were lifeless. The breath faded away, and the body gradually became cold and hard.

All dead?

The three people watching this scene were horrified because they could not understand how these people died. Even if he is killed by magical powers or beheaded by magical weapons, it is easier to accept than this scenario. How should I deal with this silent death if it happens to me? The three of them thought about it for a long time, but they couldn't think of a way to deal with it, which made Chen Luo even more mysterious in their eyes.

"teacher."

Ao Ye also woke up completely. He stood respectfully next to Chen Luo, as if he was hugging his thighs tightly.

When the three foundation-building monks saw this scene, their eyes twitched.

They didn't expect this child to be so smart, and they hugged him tightly.

"I harvested four, which is not bad."

Chen Luo took this harvest into his sleeve and prepared to move to another place to digest it after the matter here was resolved.

There was a powerful aura approaching quickly. The powerful demonic aura was not hidden at all, and he could sense it even from such a long distance.

It's King Black Horn.

That black fish spirit that turned into a dragon is coming back!

"Take me to the dragon tomb you mentioned."

The inner demon tribulation did not consume much time. Before King Black Horn returned, Chen Luo planned to go to the dragon tomb below to see if he could find two useful brains. The dead calamity cultivators in the field could not be wasted. Chen Luo walked over and touched everyone's heads, and more than ten high-integrity brains were brought in.

As his cultivation level improved, Chen Luo also gradually discovered the difference between high and low brain integrity.

High-integrity brains have very strong learning abilities. With Chen Luo's permission, their learning ability will far exceed that of low-integrity brains. Less than 30% of the brains, except for special brains such as mummy brains and inner demon ancestors, only retain part of their instincts during life, and their learning ability is much worse than that of high-integrity brains of the same level.

Simply put, it is growth.

A brain with high integrity can grow, and a brain with low integrity will look like when you pick it up, and what it will look like in the future.

"Dragon Tomb?"

Madam Hong's expression changed.

That place is the lifeblood of King Black Horn, far from being comparable to a treasure house. If outsiders are allowed in, none of them will survive.

"yes."

Ao Ye didn't care about this, he was already determined to hug Chen Luo's thigh.

His experience in the inner demon tribulation made him believe more and more in Chen Luo. Ordinary people and immortal cultivators are different. Madam Hong and the others can still distinguish the difference between the inner demon tribulation and reality, but Ao Ye is different. Compared with his pale and monotonous life, the experiences in the inner demon tribulation are more 'real'. Even if he only remembers a few fragments, he will firmly believe in this feeling and even mistakenly regard these fragments as memories of his 'previous life' .

"etc."

Madam Hong subconsciously opened her mouth to stop her, but she suddenly came back to her senses mid-sentence.

King Black Horn knows how to kill people, and the person in front of him is not a kind person either. Looking at the corpses on the ground, she quickly swallowed what she had not finished speaking. No matter how dangerous the Black Horn King is, it will only happen later. The top priority right now is to keep himself alive.

With Ao Ye leading the way, they quickly found the Dragon Tomb.

In an inconspicuous well.

The water well in the water mansion looks abnormal no matter how you look at it.

Ao Ye himself came here for the first time. His mother told him about this place before she died. He originally wanted to find a chance to sneak in and see if he could obtain the secret of dragon transformation. Now I took out this secret and gave it to Chen Luo, which was regarded as a 'apprenticeship ceremony'.

Chen Luo reached out and touched it, and a layer of light cyan light appeared on it.

Formation?

‘At least level four. ’

Hanged Brother's brain gave feedback.

The fourth-level formation corresponds to the Nascent Soul level, which is a bit over the top for Chen Luo. Among the formation masters he currently controls, the one with the strongest brain is Hanging Brother. A peak second-level formation master, he has been supplementing the knowledge related to third-level formations over the years, but the old man's brain has still not been successfully promoted. It can only be said that he has accumulated more knowledge and is far away from the official third-level formation. Master, there is still a long way to go. Unlike alchemy, Chen Luo did not learn the formation himself. If he wanted to take the initiative to study the fourth-level formation, cramming it would definitely not be enough.

It’s not possible to break in forcefully.

Once trapped, it will be really troublesome when King Black Horn comes back.