I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

The white-haired old man's blisters were like eggshells, smashed into pieces by the theater falling from above.

The old man was still talking, but Chen Luo could no longer hear him. In front of the fourth-level theater, this blood-level pill was like a baby in front of Chen Luo. On the surface, the two of them are monks of the same level, but their strength is thousands of miles apart.

Boom! !

Huge waves tens of meters high rolled up in the dark lake, spreading out in all directions in a ring shape. Strong winds flew up from the valley bottom, making the surrounding leaves rustle. The wooden house directly below, together with the old man, was smashed into powder by the falling theater, and a large number of wood chips were scattered everywhere. During the process, the white-haired old man also used a natal magical power, but Chen Luo ignored it. It was a natal magical power that could not even break the outer wall of the theater, so it was fine not to look at it.

Brother Ling, who was hiding behind and watching, stared at the scene in front of him with his mouth hanging open.

This is an ‘old root’!

There were so many people in Wenxin Town, and the powerful enemy they had not been able to defeat for more than ten years was now swatted to death like a mosquito.

"Come."

Chen Luo stood in mid-air and made a move with one hand.

A large amount of black 'ink' flew up from below and fell into his hands. The number exceeded one hundred drops. The moment he got these 'inks', Chen Luo finally understood how to use hawthorn.

These inks are the finest media.

If you want to saturate the world, you must obtain enough ‘ink’. Use his own ink to paint his own world. Only in this way can he change the rules here, stand on the sky and become a 'god'.

Brother Ling in the back saw so much ink that his eyes widened.

For those who live in Wenxin Town, ink is their food, a treasure that keeps their color from degrading, and is also the most precious material in the entire area. The reason why the people in the Color Pavilion are so strong is because they have obtained enough ink.

Relying on ink to gather a group of people, and then using the system to exploit people from the middle and lower classes to work for them and help them collect ink.

The surrounding lake water rushed out of the valley and soaked the surrounding trees.

The smell of damp ink filled the entire area. It took a long time before the huge waves of ink calmed down and slowly flowed back along the low-lying cracks on the ground.

Chen Luo fell from the sky and stood at the entrance of the theater.

This fourth-level magic weapon replaced the original wooden house and became a building in the middle of the lake. Brother Ling from behind also quickly followed and climbed onto the platform of the theater before the lake water receded. He has no intention of returning to Wen Xinzhen now. This new big boss is even stronger than the Seven Color Pavilion Master. If you join him, you will definitely get a good meal!

Chen Luo ignored Brother Ling. He stood by the water and looked at the falling lake water.

Suddenly he stretched out his right hand, and a black carp flew out of the lake and fell into his hand. This big carp was very active, its tail kept slapping Chen Luo's wrist, and its head was shaking from side to side, trying to break free.

The black lake water is almost the same color as the fish. You can't spot the fish unless you look carefully.

"Let's start with you."

Chen Luo reached out and took out a drop of ink, and poured spiritual power into it along his arm. The color of the ink quickly turned red under his control. This drop of red ink slowly blended into the carp's body under Chen Luo's control, and the black scales on its body changed visibly to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, it changed from black to bright red.

The struggling movement also disappeared, and the carp in his hand began to rub its head against his hand, like a puppy. Chen Luo sensed a vague connection from the discolored carp.

"This is the real way of 'painting'. If you want to gain more power here, you must paint your own paintings."

This is a world where color is king.

Chen Luo threw it casually and the carp fell from his hand.

Plop.

A drop of water splashed up, creating a circle of ripples on the water. The carp flicked its tail and disappeared under the water.

"Senior, you can use me for dyeing! I'm better than fish."

Brother Ling looked at the golden carp that fell into the lake and couldn't help but feel a little distressed. What a waste, such good ink was given to a fish.

"More ink is needed than expected."

Chen Luo ignored him. He was estimating the consumption of the carp after entering the water. The fish he 'painted' felt the repulsion from the lake as soon as it entered the water. The water in the entire lake is repelling it, trying to dye its color black.

Because the aura on this carp belongs to Chen Luo, and it is Chen Luo's 'painting'. After understanding this, Chen Luo took out all the remaining ninety-nine drops of ink.

After pouring the spiritual energy into it, he took out the talisman pen in his right hand and drew it against the sky.

A blue stroke crossed the void, and ninety-nine drops of ink turned into a rainbow under the control of the talisman pen and fell into the ink lake. The next moment, the dark water in the lake began to change, turning into light blue at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The water quality is crystal clear.

"It's not real water, it's just a painting. You can draw a lake with one stroke."

Chen Luo walked to the water's edge and touched the water with his substance. He could feel the connection between himself and the lake. The lake water flowed, and Chen Luo found that his spiritual power had become a little stronger, growing incomprehensibly.

Color here.

It can really improve your cultivation.

After understanding this, Chen Luo settled here. This place is different from Heishan Village. Being able to get in here depends on Brother Mummy’s ‘adjustment of coordinates’. I don’t know when the next time I want to come in will be. Chen Luo is ready to take advantage of this opportunity, start from this valley, 'draw' it as his own territory, and use the characteristics here to improve his cultivation.

Brother Ling's real name is Ling Tian. After seeing Chen Luo's strength, he shamelessly became Chen Luo's registered disciple.

Chen Luo had no objection to this. He really needed a 'local' to lead the way.

In the next few months, with the help of Ling Tian, ​​Chen Luo found several 'fibrous roots' and obtained a large amount of ink after killing them.

In addition to old roots, there are also fibrous roots, and roots are not the only ones.

It is like a big tree with many branches. The deeper the roots of a tree, the more branches the roots will have. Most of these tree roots are in the foundation-building realm, and occasionally there are those in the core-forming realm. The fishing old man Chen Luo killed before was the strongest among them, and was called Lao Gen.

There was a secret in Lao Gen that Ling Tian didn't know about, but unfortunately the others were already dead and there was no way to ask about it.

Things like tree roots will wither once killed, and the brain cannot be extracted.

Time passes day by day.

The colors in the valley returned to normal little by little, and the area near the lake where Chen Luo lived became exactly like the real world. The surrounding lawns turned emerald green, and the trees on the edge of the valley also took on color. Chen Luo's 'paintings' are rapidly rewriting the 'rules' here.

While 'painting' step by step, Chen Luo discovered a strange phenomenon. After he rewrites it, the trees will also turn into tree people.

And he is the 'root' of these new tree people.

Practicing in this 'painted' area, Chen Luo's induction of the vitality of heaven and earth became clearer. As his cultivation level increases, the ability of the Nascent Soul Realm to control the vitality of the world also begins to appear. Although it is not yet at the level of a real Nascent Soul monk, it is far beyond the normal pill formation. The lines on the golden elixir in the body have also become more and more complicated, and together with the strange phenomenon of the spiritual river all over the body, there is a faint tendency to turn into the sea.

Around the lake, he could appear anywhere at will. This easy-to-understand method was how Hawthorn approached him in the first place. At that time, I thought it was some unfathomable supernatural power, but now it seems that it is indeed the same as what Hawthorn said.

The power of ‘color’.

In a flash, it’s half a month again.

"Master, there are some guests coming outside, they are the masters of Qise Pavilion."

The sound rang out from the fishing boat by the lake. This fishing boat was left behind by the white-haired fisherman. After Chen Luo got the ink, he also modified it. Now the fishing boat is also Chen Luo's 'painting'.

"Bring it in."

Chen Luo, the master of the Qise Pavilion, has wanted to meet him for a long time. Before, Chen Luo thought that the master of the Qise Pavilion was a foundation-building monk. Now it seems that he is collecting ink like him and is dyeing this place with his own paintings. It is him. competitors.

If possible, he was prepared to kill this person and steal the ink collected by him. How to decide specifically depends on the other party's cultivation level.

After gathering his breath, Chen Luo stood up and walked to the door of the theater.

There is a small platform here, where Chen Luo has placed some tables, chairs, and a fishing rod. These are the relics of the white-haired old man, and Chen Luo has inherited them perfectly. With 'color' there, broken things can be easily 'painted' back.

Not long after he sat down, Chen Luo saw two people flying over from a distance under the leadership of Ling Tian.

Both men, like him, could fly at low altitudes. The leader's face is like white jade, and he wears a golden hair crown on his head. His clothes are also light cyan, and his cuffs have dark green patterns. A brocade bag hangs on his waist, and with the jade-colored sword on his back, he gives people the impression of a swordsman from the world. a feeling of. The other person is a woman, and she also has no less than five colors on her body. The energy and spirit of these two people are very different from ordinary people like Hawthorn and Ling Tian.

"I heard before that an expert came to Black Ink Lake, killed Lao Gen, and single-handedly rewrote the rules of this area."

After the two landed on the platform, they looked around.

When the leader's eyes fell on Chen Luo, his eyes fluctuated slightly, and the sword on his back trembled slightly, as if he was talking to him.

"Disciple Qionghua?"

Chen Luo, who was about to speak, was also stunned for a moment. He looked at the leader of the Qise Pavilion Master and took out a token from the storage bag with his backhand.

"The true biography of Taixu?!"

The woman following Qise Pavilion Master was also stunned for a moment, and her hand on the storage bag stopped.

Under Chen Luo's gaze, the two of them also took out a token.

The True Biography of Taiyuan.

Tai Ling Zhen Zhuan! (End of chapter)