I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

Chen Luo walked around the room and went to see his younger brother Chen Lin's grandson and granddaughter. The two dolls were very cute and they were still smacking their mouths in their sleep, as if they were in a dream. Something delicious. Chen Luo used spiritual power to help them refine their bodies to ensure that they were healthy. If they grew up to practice martial arts in the future, their foundation would be better than others.

"This talisman paper is already empty, please use this later."

Back in the study, Chen Luo glanced at his sleeping brother, took out a jade charm from his sleeve and placed it on the table. The jade talisman stores energy and can be preserved for a longer period of time. This is something that only third-level talisman masters can make. Among the four arts of cultivating immortals, Chen Luo's strongest one is alchemy, followed by drawing talismans. Over the years, he has almost never stopped. Whenever he has time, he will draw two drawings. The storage bag contains enough talisman paper and pens to last ten years. When you have enough materials, draw high-level talismans, and when you don't have enough, draw low-level talismans. Make sure you don't let your hands become raw.

These two abilities are Chen Luo's ability to reach the third level without relying on an external brain.

After doing this, Chen Luo opened the door and walked out. Outside the window, the moon was shining brightly.

"time to go."

Chen Luo glanced at the sky, took a step forward, and when he landed again, he was already in the clouds.

The breeze blows on my face.

Before leaving, Chen Luo planned to go to the southwest to help his younger brother Chen Lin deal with troubles. The Yue Kingdom Tomb was his hometown and the country above the Star Tomb. Absolutely no changes are allowed in this place. Any slight change may affect his access to and from the tomb.

Southwest region.

The rebel camp was brightly lit.

The bandit leader who had just sacked the city was drinking and eating meat in the camp. Ma Kun was a desperado. When he rebelled, he had already thought about it. One day at a time, he must let himself live a good life. In this way, even if he is killed by the immortal master of the imperial court, he will not regret it. It's just that the development of the situation was far smoother than Ma Kun imagined. His rebel army was unstoppable all the way. In just a few months, they captured the state capital, and more and more rebels defected to him.

The impact of famine is too large, and those who cannot survive must find a way out for themselves.

Ma Kun continued to burn, kill and rob all the way, and the team grew from a dozen people at the beginning to 100,000 people now. One hundred thousand grass-head troops, with no end in sight at a glance. After reaching this point, Ma Kun's ambitions expanded to an unprecedented level. He felt that he might not have to die, but could go one step further, such as getting a 'king' to be Dangdang. He even felt that the so-called immortal master was just a way for the court to deceive people like them. .

Just as Ma Kun was thinking about the future, two strange men in black robes came to him. The two of them subdued him with only a few tricks. In order to survive, Ma Kun made a dog for the two of them.

From that day on, Ma Kun knew that there really were ‘immortals’ in this world, that the court was not bluffing, and that the world was more complicated than he saw.

The two immortals both have magical powers, and one of them can control corpses. The more people die, the stronger the corpse guards around him will be. The other one is even weirder. He can summon 'ghosts' from the burned corpses!

After that, every time Makun's army fought, these two people would be involved.

The two of them never interfere in the battlefield. No matter who loses or wins, they have only one request, that is, they are not allowed to bury corpses.

At first, Ma Kun didn't understand, but then he didn't bother to care. As long as the two immortal masters ignore his robbery, he can continue to live a good life. He was used to living a life of drinking and eating, and he would never be able to accept it if he were asked to go back to his previous miserable life.

"This is the life a man should live! As a man, before, I couldn't even eat a meal of meat during the Chinese New Year." After finishing his drink, Ma Kun threw the wine bowl to the side and put his thick arms around the man next to him. woman.

He snatched this woman back from the city during the day.

He didn't even dare to look at such a beautiful woman before, but now these people can only crawl at his feet and tremble, letting him do whatever he wants.

"Brother, the two immortal masters will let you pass."

A voice interrupted Ma Kun's movements. He stopped with half of his belt unbuttoned and looked at the person coming over. He knew this man, a scholar who had defected to him. Because he knew how to read, he was taken in by two immortals as a follower.

"Any explanation?"

The drunkenness in Ma Kun's mind dissipated, and his tone became cautious. The woman who had narrowly escaped death shrank back into the corner, hiding in the darkness and shivering, but at this moment, Ma Kun had no intention of paying attention to her.

Ma Kun is not afraid of death, nor is he afraid of fighting with him.

But he felt fear from the bottom of his heart when he thought about the existence of "immortal". The kind of method that a dead person could control. Privately, he also begged two 'immortals', hoping that he could continue to follow them after his death, and be a servant in front of the horse and behind the horse, and not go to hell.

When he said this, the two 'immortals' looked at him with strange eyes.

One of them agreed to his request.

"The Immortal Master is just letting you pass."

The visitor said something condescending and glanced around. When he saw the woman in the corner, his eyes could not hide his disgust for bandits like Ma Kun.

"I know, let's go."

Ma Kun didn't dare to say anything. He couldn't offend the people around the immortal master.

The rebels' central camp.

Different from the dirty and messy environment of other rebels, this camp was very clean and the surrounding areas had been tidied up. When Ma Kun came in, two 'immortals' were practicing in the camp. There were five corpses standing behind one of them, and there was an invisible wind floating around the other one. The exact number was unknown.

"Two immortals, the younger one has come to report."

As soon as he entered the camp, Ma Kun bent down and the expression on his face turned into a flattering smile, completely different from the domineering bandit leader Lin Run outside.

"How did you do with the last task assigned to you?"

An immortal master close to the camp opened his eyes. The cold eyes in his eyes made Ma Kun agitated. All the smell of alcohol disappeared, leaving only deep fear.

"While doing it, that person has a tough mouth."

"tomorrow."

The man in black robe who asked the question interrupted impatiently. He didn't want to care about the reason, he just wanted to hear the result.

tomorrow?

Hearing this time limit, Ma Kun suddenly knelt on the ground in fright and kowtowed his head with a 'bang bang bang' sound.

"Two immortals, Mingjian, although that man fell into our hands, he is also an immortal master and has immortal magic to protect his body. We ordinary people can't touch him at all, let alone ask questions from his mouth. Come"

"Do you think I'm negotiating terms with you? If you can't find out the result, just be my bodyguard."

The monk who controlled the corpse opened his eyes and said calmly.

Ma Kun's face turned pale.

There is only one kind of guard around the immortal master, and that is the dead body standing behind him.

"get out."

Ma Kun, who still wanted to beg for mercy, felt a strong gust of wind coming towards him, and his whole body was swept out like a gourd rolling on the ground.

After driving away Ma Kun, the two people in the camp became quiet again.

"Do you really expect this loser to get the results out of Du Jian?"

The soul-nurturing monk raised his head, revealing the hidden face underneath. A strange-looking old man, with wrinkles on the left side of his face, gray hair, and cloudy eyes. But the right side was completely different. The right side of his face was pitch black, and from time to time there would be some strange things crawling on it, like living creatures. Because he has been dealing with ghosts for many years, he has a sense of coldness that ordinary people don't have.

"Try it. It's been two months. I don't believe he has so many spiritual stones."

Another person raised his head, and the lights in the tent illuminated his face. It was Tian Yonglu, the 'comrade' who entered the academy with Chen Luo, the one who wanted to 'become a superior person' with him.

This man was also much older, with a rotten aura about him, and his body stood behind him like a background wall.

"If you still can't find out tomorrow, I will ask in person! At this time, I don't care whether I am exposed or not. That woman Xie Shuang is on her way over. She is a Talisman Master and is much more troublesome than Du Jian." The yin-yang-faced old man The sound faded. Regarding his decision, Tian Yonglu did not say anything.

They just want to get out.

I just hate that Du Jian is so self-conscious that he knows how to get out but is unwilling to tell them two.

"No matter how powerful she is, she can't be a match for that thing."

While the two were talking, a loud noise suddenly came from outside, followed by an uproar of surprise. The two people who had their practice interrupted frowned displeasedly. Before they could ask, the curtain door of the tent was suddenly opened, and a gust of damp cold wind blew in from the outside.

"Master Immortal, it's raining outside!!"

"The drought can be saved."

The sound of pattering rain came from outside. Through the gap in the door curtain, they could see that the dry and cracked soil outside had begun to close. The rainwater gathered on it and formed a stream-like water snake blending into it.

"impossible!!"

Tian Yonglu and the old man stood up at the same time and rushed out of the tent with shocked faces.

They knew better than anyone else how this drought came about. The two of them dug through an ancient tomb and released a corpse king from inside. The corpse king was exuding a terrifying silver light, the most terrifying thing. What's more, this corpse king was born with reason and became an alien.

The severe drought sweeping across the entire Southwest Region was caused by the Corpse King.

Although the two of them didn't know the specific realm of the corpse king, their aura of influencing the sky with every gesture left an indelible impression on them. According to the description of the Corpse King, he is a person from a thousand years ago and a monster that has lived for a thousand years. What kind of state is this?

Tian Yonglu and the old man are both immortal cultivators. In their understanding, Chang Qing, the former number one immortal master in the Yue Kingdom, only lived for about two hundred years.

thunderbolt! !

Thunder pierced the sky, and silver light illuminated the heaven and earth.

Vaguely, everyone seemed to see a person standing in the sky.

A man who stands above the clouds.

"There is someone in the sky!"

"Immortal."

After a long drought, the rioters kowtowed to the figures in the sky. Even the rioters were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and kept uttering words of begging for mercy. This scene was too shocking for these people. Even though they had heard rumors about immortal masters, they had never seen anyone standing in the clouds.

Stepping on the clouds, what is he but an immortal? (End of chapter)