I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

"Old Yang, how long will it take to get to the place you said?" A young swordsman wearing blue clothes and carrying a long sword on his back couldn't help asking.

"Soon, just ahead."

Old Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead, identified the direction, and continued to move forward into the depths of the forest.

"You'd better not lie to me, otherwise I'll let you know the consequences of lying to me!" The young swordsman snorted coldly and continued to move forward with the old man in front.

There is a statue of the devil falling from the sky in Ye Ya Valley.

This is what Old Yang saw with his own eyes. He went to the scene once, but it was a pity that it was not a jade stone that fell from the sky, which shattered Old Yang's dream of getting rich. However, he did not waste this news. He went to the market to sell it and found such a rich man.

The two passed through the woods, and soon, the light in front of them was bright.

The originally flat woods suddenly turned into a cliff when they walked here, and a huge bowl-shaped pit appeared in front. A burning breath came out from inside, and all the plants on the surface disappeared. The yellow-brown land was covered with cracks. In the middle area, a black golem more than five meters high stood in the middle.

The golem had three heads and eight arms, and it was not an orthodox god at first glance.

"It really exists!"

A trace of heat flashed in the eyes of the young swordsman.

This old man was just an ordinary farmer, and he didn't understand the ins and outs of it, but he was different. As a martial artist, he knew the value of the strange objects that fell from the sky better than anyone else. Now the strongest man in Qingmu Mountain, Master Kuye, accidentally obtained a piece of strange stone from the sky, and comprehended a peerless magic skill from it, thus becoming a master of the supernatural realm and dominating one side.

It's my turn to rise!

After throwing a piece of silver to the old man, Zhao Han jumped lightly and flew towards the golem.

He was not afraid that the old man would go out and continue to shout, because such a big thing as strange objects from the sky could not be hidden for long. In those top sects, there were people who were specifically responsible for this matter, and Zhao Han was just playing a time difference. See if you can take away the magic skills inside before the disciples of the big sects come over.

Approaching the stone statue, Zhao Han clearly felt a palpitation.

‘It’s just a stone statue.’

Zhao Han couldn’t help but mutter, and stopped about three steps away from the golem.

The stone statue was very tall, nearly five meters. It was pitch black, and there was a layer of strange patterns on the surface, like words, but Zhao Han had never seen it before. The three heads were fierce and the three pairs of eyes were like living things. No matter where Zhao Han went, he felt like he was being stared at.

“Although I don’t know which god you are, please teach me the skills, and I will make your reputation spread all over the world.”

Suppressing the fear in his heart, Zhao Han took a deep breath, walked to the side of the stone statue, and pressed his left hand on the stone statue’s knee. A cold touch came from the palm of his hand, Zhao Han closed his eyes, and began to silently operate the ‘Spirit Inducing Technique’.

This is not a high-level martial arts. The first magical power that all practitioners learn is the Spirit Inducing Technique.

All the skills and inheritances in this world are inseparable from the "God".

Why is there no God?

After a long while, Zhao Han retracted his right hand with a face full of reluctance.

He had already run the Inducing God Technique three times, but he did not obtain the "Heavenly Divine Art", which made him extremely unwilling. Raising his head again, Zhao Han looked at the demon statue above, and he felt that the dead soul was almost scared out of his wits.

The demon head, which was originally looking in three directions, turned around at some point.

Three heads, six eyes were staring straight at him.

Alive?

Zhao Han was startled, and a feeling of being looked down upon by the gods surged into his heart. In fear, he knelt down in front of the stone statue and kowtowed.

"Spare my life! Demon God, spare my life!!"

After waiting for a long while, there was no response, and the expected death did not come. Zhao Han stopped and looked up quietly, and found that the stone statue had returned to its previous appearance, with three heads looking in three different directions, and everything he had seen before seemed to be just an illusion.

Whoosh Whoosh

Before Zhao Han could think about it, two more figures flew in from outside.

These two people were masters with great cultivation. As soon as they came in, they saw Zhao Han kneeling in front of the demon statue. The expressions of the two people could not help but change. But after seeing Zhao Han's actions, they showed puzzled expressions on their faces again. This person came here first, and he didn't need to use the Inducing God Technique to comprehend the skills. What was he doing kneeling here?

Thinking about it, the two people's movements were not slow at all.

After passing Zhao Han, the two people did the same as before, one on the left and one on the right, pressing their hands on the demon statue, running the Inducing God Technique, closing their eyes to inducing the gods.

After a while.

The number of people kneeling became three.

Then there were five, ten.

By sunset, there were more than a hundred people kneeling in the valley. The disappearance of so many practitioners naturally attracted the attention of the strong men of Qingmu Mountain.

"Zhenren Kuye is here!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, and then there was a commotion.

A strong man in the supernatural realm!

A figure flew through the air. He was wearing a Taoist robe with long fluttering sleeves. He held a dustpan in his left hand and an orange-yellow demon-suppressing talisman in his right hand. He stood in mid-air and shouted at the demon statue in a domineering manner.

"Who is this evildoer? How dare you come to my Qingmu Mountain to cause trouble! Hurry up."

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, True Man Kuye fell from the sky.

The demon-suppressing talisman in his hand lost its aura, and the dustpan broke into two pieces.

He knelt in the front, closest to the demon statue.

The people behind him were stunned.

What happened just now?

They didn't see anything clearly, they only saw that the Master Kuye, who they had placed their hopes on, fell from the sky, kneeling faster than them.

The sun rose and the moon set.

In a blink of an eye, several days had passed.

The group also knelt in this place for several days. Until the morning of the fifth day, the demon statue suddenly withdrew its breath, and the masters who regained their ability to move scattered like birds and beasts, but they fled in the blink of an eye. Master Kuye ran the fastest, not even picking up the broken dust.

The legend of the Demon Valley spread in the Qingmu Mountain area.

Everyone knew that there was a valley in the old forest north of Qingmu Mountain. In the valley, there was a three-headed and eight-armed demon statue that fell from the sky. Even Master Kuye, who was in the supernatural realm, had knelt before him.

Chen Luo was thinking about what the demon clan's holy mountain was.

Before coming here, Chen Luo always thought that the holy mountain was a towering mountain, towering into the clouds. It was nothing more than a little bigger in size and a little higher in height. But now it seems that the holy mountain of the demon clan does not refer to a simple mountain, but a concept.

The holy mountain is so big that it is beyond imagination. The most important thing is that there is no spiritual energy here, only demon energy!

All the people living here practice "demon magic".

In order to recover from his injuries, Chen Luo called the demon statue that was virtualized from the legendary world, and used the demon statue to "return the virtual to the real", and transform the demon energy from the outside world into power suitable for his own practice.

"I hunted geese all day, but I didn't expect to be pecked in the eyes by geese."

Sensing his own state, Chen Luo couldn't help but sigh. He cracked the attack trajectory of the nine-headed lion's resentful soul and found a way to deal with him. In a normal fight, the nine-headed lion's resentful soul is definitely not his opponent.

But how can a normal person's thinking calculate the thoughts of a madman? Just like Master Lin Feng, people who had faced him before never thought that the old man would play self-destruction if they disagreed. The same is true for the resentful soul of the nine-headed lion. Chen Luo dug its grave, and he hated Chen Luo to the extreme. After finding that he couldn't defeat Chen Luo head-on, he immediately thought of dying together.

There is also Shengsheng Bamboo.

He didn't realize it when he was playing chess before, but after the fight, he found that there was another bamboo inside the bamboo. The Shengsheng Bamboo that lost its balance was no different from the nine-headed lion ghost.

They are all crazy!

It is too difficult for him to live here as a normal person.

He retracted his consciousness, closed his eyes again, and continued to recover his strength.

The demon clan is a Taoist sect-level force.

Even in the world of cultivating immortals, it is a powerful force at the top. It is completely different from the parallel Taoist sect of the Star Gate that invested all its resources in the hammer. Thinking of the hammer, Chen Luo looked at the broken hammer in the cave gourd that was motionless.

This thing has not shown any magical features since he picked it up.

Except that it is a little harder, there is no special mark. When he smashed the Shengsheng Bamboo in the Legendary Realm, Chen Luo poured all his spiritual power into it, but the power that burst out was as good as the spiritual chessboard, which wasted the name of the "pseudo-immortal weapon".

"How did the old turtle get here?"

Chen Luo thought of the flower-backed turtle again.

This guy is only at the level of the God Transformation Realm, and Yu Wenling and Ding Jian who were with him are also God Transformation cultivators. With all the dangers he had experienced along the way, he didn't think these three people could come out intact. There must be some safe passage that he overlooked.

Time passed.

In a blink of an eye, another half a month passed.

The reputation of the Demon Valley became more and more popular, and gradually no one came to this place, and Chen Luo was left alone. The injuries on his body were also recovering bit by bit during this slow recuperation.

Night.

It was raining heavily in the sky, and thunder flashed from time to time in the clouds, illuminating the earth. The turbid muddy water flowed along the gullies in the mountains, and gathered into the pit of the Demon Valley little by little.

I want to live!

A hand suddenly appeared on the edge of the cliff, with five fingers deeply sunken into the mud, and veins on the back of the hand bulging, showing how much strength the climber used. A face covered with mud and water crawled out from below, the young man's face was pale, and the light of hatred flashed in his eyes.

His legs were broken at the knees, and the rain washed his wounds, and the blood and mud mixed together and flowed to the demon statue below.

The young man was still crawling forward.

He remembered that there was a demon statue in front of him, a demon statue that even Kuye Zhenren was afraid of. He wanted revenge, so he had to surrender to the demon statue.

Thunderbolt!

Lightning flashed again, and the scene in front of the young man appeared double, his vision became blurred, and his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

The massive loss of blood made him extremely weak. He tried hard to open his eyes and see the direction of progress clearly, but the blood flowing in his body made his consciousness more and more blurred, and his movements became slower and slower.

The hands dunked into the mud lost their movement, and the man stopped struggling.

He died. (End of this chapter)