I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

"Master, calm down. I am from the Ji family."

The old man reacted quickly and knew that he was at the critical moment of life and death, so he immediately revealed his identity.

"Ji family?"

A trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of several people, because they had never heard of this family. The world of immortal cultivation is so vast that a family in a small place can't be famous in the south. Unless it is a great immortal sect like the Qionghua Sect.

"The Ji family of the Seven Kingdoms, Xiaobao and I escaped from the north."

Seeing that the three people were puzzled, the old man had to continue to explain.

"Our Ji family has a magical power called soul transfer. It can exchange the souls of two people without affecting the body."

Soul transfer!

For the old monster who is about to decay, it is the supreme immortal art of prolonging life. Just find a young and energetic body and transfer your soul to it, and you can get a new life! Although there are many restrictions and even hidden dangers in it, it is also a straw for the dying!

The Ji family ended up like this because the news of this technique was leaked.

"The Ji family of the Seven Kingdoms, the people of the Nine Poison Valley?"

Xianhe Chengfeng finally had an impression. He himself was also a demon cultivator in the Seven Kingdoms area, so he had naturally heard the rumors about the Ji family. When Chen Luo first went down the mountain to do a mission, he had contact with a member of the Ji family named 'Ji Baoyue'.

But Chen Luo's cultivation was too low at the time, so no one cared.

"That's right."

Hearing Xianhe Chengfeng's words, the old man suddenly became energetic.

He brought his nephew here to seek shelter. Xianhe Chengfeng was very famous when he was in the Seven Kingdoms area. Although there was no intersection before, it did not prevent him from coming to seek refuge. They were all cultivators from the same place, so they could get a little hometown feeling.

"Please take me in, Master Chengfeng. I am willing to offer our Ji family's soul transfer technique."

The old man immediately asked for help after hearing this.

He really had no way to escape. In order to escape to Gumo Mountain, the uncle and nephew went through hardships, and several of the accompanying clansmen died on the road.

"Old friend of the Seven Kingdoms?"

Ao Ye asked casually.

Clan extermination, revenge, and the snatching of magical powers. This is what happens every moment in the world of immortal cultivation. Ao Ye is no longer a rookie in cultivation. He knows a lot of things and his mentality has changed. Just like when the Water Palace was destroyed. At that time, he only had the Black Horn King and the Water Palace in his eyes, and he thought that the affairs of the Water Palace were a big deal.

It seems especially ridiculous now.

When the Water Palace was destroyed, many things also happened in the sea outside. There was the rise of the Son of Destiny, and other forces were destroyed. These things are big things in the eyes of the parties involved, but they are just useless information in the eyes of outsiders.

The news of the Ji family can be spread here because the old man Ji appeared on the mountain.

If the uncle and nephew of the old man Ji did not go up the mountain, they would not know even if the Ji family was destroyed.

"I guess so." Xianhe Chengfeng hesitated for a moment and nodded.

The Seven Kingdoms area no longer exists, and it is a blessing to meet two old friends. Especially the nephew of the old man Ji, who has a good aptitude. There is a familiar breath on him, which makes him want to help.

"In that case."

Ao Ye nodded. Although he was not a good person, he was willing to help others within his ability.

Mu Xiaoyu did not speak the whole time. Ao Ye had always been handling such trivial matters.

As the only Jindan cultivator in Gumo Mountain, the problems she had to face were more troublesome. She was responsible for solving the problems that Ao Ye and his team could not handle.

"I advise you two to think carefully before making a decision. Don't ruin the great foundation of Gumo Mountain because of a small matter."

Another foundation cultivator who was suppressed on the ground suddenly spoke up.

"It is not me who wants to use the soul transfer technique, but the Lord of Black Stone City."

When mentioning Black Stone City, Xianhe Chengfeng and Ao Ye fell silent and looked at Mu Xiaoyu. Black Stone City is the largest city in the evil cultivation land. After the Jianchi Peak of the Qionghua Sect entered the evil cultivation land, Black Stone City has been controlled by the Qionghua Sect.

Now that the Qionghua Sect has declined, the Lord of Black Stone City has naturally been replaced by someone from Lingchi.

"Sister, how to deal with it?"

Mu Xiaoyu was silent for a while. She hadn't solved her own troubles yet. It was obviously irrational to provoke the Lord of Black Stone City.

"Are you the Shadow Sword Fairy?"

Sensing that the suppression force on his body had weakened, the foundation-building cultivator on the ground slowly stood up, and did not forget to pat his clothes in the process.

"Mr. Xue's engagement is in three days. With the wedding coming, I hope the fairy will not forget the business, otherwise, if the young master is unhappy, it will not be just one or two people who will die." The smile on the face of the foundation-building cultivator became stronger.

He likes to bully this kind of bound cultivator the most.

This kind of person has too many concerns. When making any choice, he will consider the people around him. His weaknesses are too obvious. This is also the main reason why Mr. Xue dared to oppress Mu Xiaoyu. If Mu Xiaoyu was the kind of lawless evil cultivator, they would not come to provoke him.

"So, you'd better take the initiative."

The face of the foundation-building cultivator who was speaking suddenly changed, and a huge force beyond his understanding acted on him. His body was like being smashed by a huge mountain. After a series of crackling sounds, he collapsed into a round bloody meat pie in an incredible way, and a circle of blood splashed on the ground around him.

This scene made the three people in the room stunned.

Yuanying cultivator!

Mu Xiaoyu's face changed.

Only Yuanying cultivators can avoid her perception.

Squeak.

The wooden door opened in response.

Two figures walked in from outside, one person and one turtle. When they saw the newcomers, the two people and one crane in the room were stunned for a moment. The old man of the Ji family next to him was so scared that he swallowed his saliva! Looking at the blood and flesh on the ground, he couldn't believe it for a while.

This is a foundation-building cultivator!

In the evil cultivation land, he could occupy the first-level spiritual vein and become a king and ancestor, but now he died in front of him. There was no fighting process, no nonsense of cursing and begging for mercy, the whole process was as simple as pressing an ant to death.

"Master?!"

Mu Xiaoyu and Ao Ye showed even more shocked expressions on their faces. They never thought that they would meet Chen Luo in this situation. Looking at the foundation-building cultivator in front of them who turned into a pool of blood mud, they only felt their shoulders lighten, and all the pressure disappeared.

There was someone behind them too.

"Only you two? Where's Ding Zhao."

Chen Luo glanced around and did not see the familiar face.

When he left Gumo Mountain, he gave it to Ding Zhao and his wife to take care of. On this mountain, he also accepted five registered disciples, but now none of them can be seen.

"Junior Brother Ding failed to break through the barrier a few years ago and has passed away."

Mu Xiaoyu's eyes dimmed a little when he heard this.

Unlike Ao Ye, Mu Xiaoyu and Ding Zhao had some friendship. The reason why she chose to escape to Gumo Mountain was largely because of this. It's a pity that she is not a big figure like Master after all, and many things cannot be changed. Leaving Chen Luo's cultivation world, it seems particularly cruel.

The crane Chengfeng folded its wings and stood aside, looking up and down at Chen Luo. Now he can't see through Chen Luo's cultivation at all. In his eyes, Chen Luo is like a phantom, which is completely unperceivable. This is a manifestation of a huge difference in realm.

"Are these all your disciples?"

The flower-backed turtle looked at the people in the room with surprise.

He didn't understand why Chen Luo, a great cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul, would accept several juniors as disciples, including one in the Foundation Establishment Realm. Is there any cause and effect involved? The Fate Turtle Clan believed in fate the most.

"This spirit pet looks good, but its cultivation is a little bit low."

His eyes swept over Mu Xiaoyu and Ao Ye, and finally fell on the crane Chengfeng.

This sentence made Chengfeng's face darken, and he lost his awe of the Yuanying cultivators. He pointed at the flower-backed turtle's nose and cursed.

"Your mount is also quite ugly!"

The flower-backed turtle's face darkened.

Dong Dong Dong.

Outside, Du Qiuxian finally rushed over with the old man's nephew.

"Eighth Master? You are not dead."

As soon as the little brat entered the door, he yelled at the old man in the house. After he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong. Several people in the house all stood obediently by the side, including the crane that had shown its prowess in the market before.

"Uncle Master?!"

Du Qiuxian knew Chen Luo. In the past, he entered the Shenhu Immortal Gate because of Chen Luo's relationship. Later, he also learned about the legend of this uncle through other people. Over the years, he has always taken his uncle as his goal, and he has always kept his father's wish in mind.

Qiuxian asked, and walked the road that his father's generation failed to walk.

"Yes, the foundation is very solid, and there is hope for building a foundation."

After seeing the old friend, Chen Luo showed a smile on his face. With his current realm, he could naturally see Du Qiuxian's foundation at a glance.

"Thank you, uncle."

Du Qiuxian responded politely.

After a few words of greeting, Chen Luo turned and walked outside.

Ding Zhao, the registered disciple, is different from others. Chen Luo knew him when he first entered the Shenhu Xianmen. Later, by chance, Ding Zhao became his disciple and became a registered disciple. As a master, Chen Luo basically didn't teach Ding Zhao anything. On the contrary, Ding Zhao handled all the affairs of Gumo Mountain, and he was in charge for decades.

"Master, this person is from Lingchi"

Ao Ye was a little worried.

He was afraid that his master had just returned and didn't know the current situation in Tiannan Territory. Especially the fairy Lingchi, who is said to have broken through the Nascent Soul Realm and become a Divine Transformation cultivator. Several Nascent Souls from the upper realm were killed by her. Although Chen Luo is powerful, he should not have reached the Divine Transformation Realm yet.

"It's okay."

Chen Luo's voice came from outside the door. The simple two words gave people an unprecedented sense of peace of mind.

The back mountain.

This area is the private land of Gumo Mountain.

The half of the mountain is covered by the formation. The formation that Chen Luo left here in the past is still in operation.

Green plants grow all over the half slope. The breeze blows, and the wild grass and reeds sway in the wind, like the sea. There is a cemetery on the flat part of the mountainside. There are two old graves in the innermost part, and the graves are covered with weeds. Ding Zhao and his wife are lying in the graves, and the important members of Gumo Mountain are buried next to them.

In these graves, Chen Luo saw several familiar names.

There are the head of the Sun family and the head of the Liu family. These are the old people who first defected to Gumo Mountain, and they are all gone.

Time leaves no trace, always passing by inadvertently.

When you look back, you will find that the past is long gone, leaving only the past eroded by wind and frost and dust. On the mottled stone tablets, even the names of people have become blurred.

The wind sobbed.

Blowing up the green shirt.

Mu Xiaoyu and Ao Ye stood behind Chen Luo. Because they had always stayed in Gumo Mountain, their feelings were not as deep as Chen Luo's. The death of Ding Zhao and Sun Yanyan was a long time ago for them, and their daughters also became Mu Xiaoyu's disciples.

The Sun family still exists, and it is a famous foundation-building family in Fangshi.

But

People are different. (End of this chapter)