I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

Why is there a gourd in the sky? !

This thought popped up in the minds of the three people at the same time, but they quickly reacted.

They met robbers!

The gourd that can smash the flying boat must not be an ordinary gourd. From the hardness alone, it can be seen that this gourd is at least a spiritual weapon, and it may be the top one among the spiritual weapons.

"Who is it?"

The three people quickly flew out of the flying boat and looked around in the air.

The fourth-level magic weapon appeared around them. The fourth-level magic weapon that is hard to find in the lower world is not so precious in the upper world. Normal Yuanying cultivators have a fourth-level magic weapon in their hands.

The three divine senses kept scanning the surroundings, trying to search for the enemy in the dark. But the strange thing is that they didn't find the enemy after searching for a long time. This gourd was like an ownerless object, hanging alone in the air, just blocking the way for their flying boat to return.

"How is it? I didn't lie to you."

In the dark, Chen Luo's figure was embedded in the ground like a shadow, and it kept twisting with the shaking of the leaves.

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This is the method of Lu Ying, the great elder of the Shadow Eater Sect.

The Shadow Eater Sect’s fighting skills are very ordinary, but they are very outstanding in hiding. After Chen Luo’s transformation and superposition, the Shadow Eater Sect’s ‘Shadow Eater’ secret technique was transformed by him into seclusion, which can turn the body into a shadow and hide in the shadow. Unless it is a Divine Transformation cultivator whose strength far exceeds Chen Luo, even if the Nascent Soul cultivator stands in front of him, it is impossible to detect him.

“It is indeed very hard.”

Chen Luo responded to the voice in his mind affirmatively.

He came here very early.

He arrived when he was at the Heart Demon Sect, but he did not help. Although the leader of the Heart Demon Sect, Tu Cheng, was so cowardly in front of the Huangquan cultivator, if Chen Luo appeared, Tu Cheng would definitely tell him what a Divine Transformation cultivator is!

He would also let him understand what the anger of a Divine Transformation cultivator is!

But outside the imperial city, there is no need to hide anymore.

“I can also smash this ship.”

This voice is from the spirit of the Cave Heaven Gourd.

Since following Chen Luo, the weapon spirit has always wanted to show itself. When Chen Luo showed envy to Le Qingzhu's magic weapon several times before, the weapon spirit doll was so anxious that it was sweating profusely. In its opinion, the three magic weapons on Le Qingzhu's body were not at the same level as his.

Although everyone was a magic weapon, there were also different levels of magic weapons.

Those three magic weapons only had basic spirituality, how could they compare to his top-level magic weapon that was transformed into a magic weapon!

"Be careful, the other party is likely to be from Xuanyin Mountain."

The three searched around but did not find the sneak attacker, so they could only shrink continuously.

Rumble.

The huge gourd flew horizontally under Chen Luo's control and crashed into the flying boat in a rude and unreasonable way.

Boom! !

With a loud bang, the flying boat, which had been smashed by the bow, trembled again. Most of the hull was smashed into debris by the gourd, and part of the hull was deeply sunken, leaving a gourd-shaped dent.

"Found it!"

The clothes of one of the three suddenly turned dark red, and his figure flashed and disappeared into thin air. When he appeared again, he was in front of Chen Luo.

Bang! !

The palm with a fishy smell slapped the dark tree shadow on the ground. At the moment when the palm was about to touch the shadow, a pale arm suddenly stretched out from the dark shadow on the ground and collided with the ghost's arm.

With a muffled sound, the pale arm seemed to be severely injured and retracted back to the ground. The shadow under his feet also broke into countless fragments and disappeared.

"It turned out to be a mouse!"

The ghost cultivator who succeeded in one strike sneered.

Originally thought it was a great enemy of Xuanyin Mountain, so he used all his strength as soon as he attacked, calling on all his spiritual power to hit a palm, the spiritual power value was close to the 3,000 mark, and he also called on the corpse water magic palm, but the opponent was actually vulnerable and collapsed at one blow.

"Who is it?"

The remaining two people also flew over quickly, and seeing the traces on the ground, one of them spoke.

"He is not from Xuanyin Mountain, but a stupid casual cultivator who has never seen the world."

The color of the robe on the sneak attack ghost cultivator gradually faded. This is his main magical power.

'Ten Lifetimes of Revenge' is not a particularly powerful offensive magical power, but it has a characteristic, that is, locking. As long as someone attacks him, he can lock the enemy in the first time, and the color of his clothes is the basis for judging the enemy's strength.

This magical power is strange and difficult to practice. Even in Huangquan, few people have learned it.

"Then what about this gourd?"

Since he is not from Xuanyin Mountain, this rare spiritual weapon is theirs. Thinking of the scene of the spiritual weapon hitting the flying boat before, the eyes of the three people became eager. I came out to do a small task, but I didn't expect to encounter such a good thing.

"Of course it is an ownerless thing. The spiritual weapon of heaven and earth has always been..."

As he was talking, the face of the sneak attack ghost cultivator suddenly turned pale, and then he groaned, and his body seemed to lose control and fell straight from the air.

"Hmm?! Curse!!"

"The Book of Life and Death of Xuanyin Mountain."

As hostile forces, they naturally knew this top curse method that only the core of Xuanyin Mountain could master.

The two people's faces changed drastically, and they quickly took out the talisman to fight the curse. Their figures turned into a stream of light and flew downwards, trying to save their companions. The scene changed, and in the blink of an eye, they were beside their companions, but the scene in front of them made them feel cold in their hearts.

Dead!

The companion who had been planning the spiritual artifact gourd with them a second ago was now lying on the ground, with a dry body and sunken cheeks, and his eyes were wide open with bloodshot eyes. He died with his eyes wide open.

The smell of decay escaped from his body. The body of a ghost cultivator would turn into dust after death, and they, the Huangquan cultivators, could not escape this iron law.

"Medium! What is the medium of the curse?"

The ghost cultivator on the left quickly squatted down and took the storage magic weapon from his companion. But as soon as he got the thing, he saw a dark shadow rushing over along the ground. A pale arm stretched out from the shadow and slashed the ghost cultivator's chest with a palm, and at the same time snatched the storage magic weapon in his hand into the shadow.

"How dare you!"

The ghost cultivator who was repelled was shocked and angry. After a brief contact, he sensed the realm of the enemy under the shadow.

Early Nascent Soul!

Even if it was the early Nascent Soul of Xuanyin Mountain, it would be impossible to curse him to death in such a short time! Especially since he also had a magic weapon specially used to fight curses.

But as soon as he moved, a similar aura appeared on the face of the ghost cultivator, and the curse spread to him.

Why so fast?

His spiritual power can cast the Book of Life and Death twice in a row!

The ghost cultivator was shocked and angry. He subconsciously looked at his arm, and then he realized that the storage magic weapon he had taken before was the medium of the curse! The subsequent sneak attack on his pale arm was the beginning of the curse.

"Save me."

The cursed ghost cultivator turned his head with difficulty. He persisted a little longer than the previous person, but the magic weapon on his waist obviously could not withstand this curse. The breath of death was spreading along his chest and all over his body.

Bang!

The body fell straight to the ground, and the dry and rotten corpse broke into several pieces like a rotten wood. The head rolled out roundly, and a large amount of black gas came out of the torn corpse at the same time.

The only remaining ghost cultivator did not approach his companions again. He looked around and flew away in the opposite direction. He was not going to care about the enemy hiding in the dark, and he had no more thoughts about the spiritual gourd in the air. He just planned to return to Huangquan with the mission target.

As long as he returned to Huangquan, the curse of Xuanyin Mountain would not be able to hurt him again.

Boom!

The flying boat in the air shook again, and the huge black gourd was still hitting the boat. This cross-domain flying boat of Huangquan Sect was hit into scrap. Landing in an area that had not been damaged, the ghost cultivator Rao Feng quickly ran towards the area where the sacrifice was previously sealed.

The room where the sacrifice was sealed was located in the innermost position and was still intact.

Passing through the long and narrow passage, Rao Feng raised his hand and smashed the cracked wooden wall, but after walking here, his steps suddenly stopped.

In the room where the sacrifice was sealed, a group of Huangquan ghost cultivators who were guarding the sacrifice were lying on the ground in a mess.

A young man in a green robe was pinching the neck of the guarding ghost cultivator with one hand and touching his head with the other hand. The ghost cultivator guard, who had not yet died, was full of humiliation, struggling desperately with his limbs, but his struggle was as ridiculous as a baby in front of this young man, and the force he hit on the other party could not even break his defense.

Hearing the sound of breaking the wall, both of them were stunned for a moment.

A trace of surprise flashed across the face of the controlled ghost cultivator, and he recognized the person. This person was the true disciple of their mission, the resentful ghost Rao Feng, the top genius of their clan! A great cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage who had practiced for 1,200 years.

Crack!

A crisp sound came out, and the light in the eyes of the controlled ghost cultivator guard dimmed a little bit, and his body turned into dust and disappeared.

Rao Feng, who was standing at the door, was stunned for a moment.

Then anger rushed to his forehead!

The mission failed, and he would die if he went back. This person was cutting off his way to life!

"Burial monument!!"

If Rao Feng had a little bit of luck before, now he really only had the idea of ​​risking his life. The whole person was like a trapped beast that was pushed to the limit, with dense black and red silk threads coming out of his body. These silk threads gathered into a dark red broken monument in front.

The monument body trembled, and the already tattered flying boat exploded under the impact of this breath. The black stone tablet was wrapped in the air current, and it used a head-on approach to kill the enemy in front.

This is Rao Feng's strongest killer move!

It was the fifth-level magical power he exchanged in Huangquan for at the cost of 3,000 points of tribute. Although it has not been cultivated yet, its power is enough for him to sweep the same level and suppress all enemies.

Under the influence of the black broken monument, the air around seemed to become sticky, and it seemed that something crawled out of the stone tablet. The desperate Rao Feng poured all his spiritual power into it, and the spiritual power value instantly broke through the 3,500 mark, approaching the limit of 4,000!

This value is far beyond the limit that a casual cultivator can deal with.

"Die!!"

The stone tablet flashed and slapped the head of the enemy in front fiercely.

Bang.

A muffled sound, and then

no more movement. (End of this chapter)