I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

A pale blue figure flew out of the demon statue, floated above the young man, and looked down at him.

"Such a strong resentment?"

Chen Luo looked at the dead man with a broken leg below, and vaguely felt that he seemed to have seen this man before. It seemed that he was the first man with a sword on his back who rushed to the Demon Valley not long ago, and his name seemed to be Zhao Han.

"Don't waste it!"

The pupils changed, and the vision in his eyes changed. The rain falling from the sky disappeared, the earth turned gray, and a light gray shadow flew out from the dead body below.

The shadow was at a loss at first, and then turned angry.

He began to roar unwillingly.

Bursts of resentment came out of the shadow's heart, and his breath also rose at a speed visible to the naked eye. Countless energies hidden in this gray world gathered towards the shadow as if they had felt the call.

"Die!!! Bitch, I want you to die!"

The shadow roared to the sky.

An unprecedented strong breath surged into his heart, and his rationality was also dispersed by this force. The shadow in front of him only remembered that he still had one thought, that is, revenge.

As for who to seek revenge on,

he no longer remembered.

The released shadow flew up, and just as he was about to leave, he saw a gray soul flag sweeping in front of him. One hideous face after another appeared on the flag, and these faces were full of evil spirits. Compared with these old predecessors, Zhao Han, who had just become a demon soul, was as pure as a lamb.

Before he could figure out the cause and effect, the demon soul derived by Zhao Han was taken into the soul flag and became a member of the big family.

The demon statue in the distance shook, and its huge body seemed to be hidden in the rain. It looked at the direction where Chen Luo was, and its body faded a little, and finally disappeared.

The scattered particles gathered on Chen Luo's body, allowing his breath to return to its peak.

'It's time to find the old turtle and the other three. I hope they are still alive. '

It fell next to the corpse, and his feet were three feet away from the body.

He reached out and took out a piece of bamboo leaf from the cave gourd, crushed it, turned it into powder and threw it into Zhao Han's body.

Zhao Han, who was already dead, grew up like bamboo shoots after the bamboo leaf powder was absorbed. In the blink of an eye, his broken legs grew back and the injuries on his body disappeared.

"The leaves of Shengsheng Bamboo are unexpectedly useful."

This piece of bamboo leaf was left in the cave gourd when Chen Luo first dug bamboo.

This thing has an unknown origin and may have hidden dangers.

Out of caution, Chen Luo threw this hot potato away. He could also use the corpse in front of him to test the new results of his research for so long.

Reaching out and pressing on Zhao Han's head, familiar information emerged in his mind. Because he had just died, Zhao Han's brain was very well preserved, and the gray breath was completely extracted by Chen Luo.

'Contacted with the brain waves of the dead, the damage degree is 7%, whether to read. ’

The damage rate of 7% is the lowest value.

There is only one brain in Chen Luo with a damage rate lower than this number, that is the brain of the old fox in the inn. Over the years, Chen Luo has been trying to make up for the damage. His external brain is running all the time, and several genius brains are studying this aspect.

The old fox's brain occupies the main body, and the power of the reverse possession method circulates in Chen Luo's body, turning into a snake-shaped airflow, and returns to Zhao Han's body.

After returning the brain, Chen Luo reached out and patted the cave gourd, and the fat life-borrowing Gu flew out and landed on Zhao Han's forehead.

Without Chen Luo's instructions, the tentacles on the head of the life-borrowing Gu stretched out, and two white auras flew over from a distance and merged into the body of the life-borrowing Gu. After its extraction, the remaining part was manipulated by Chen Luo and infused into Zhao Han's body.

"Get up."

The originally cold body quickly revived after absorbing this power.

On the face buried in the soil, his eyes suddenly opened.

But then the energy dissipated, and the man sat up with a dull face, looked around, and muttered to himself like a fool.

"Who am I? Who are you? And why am I here?"

Chen Luo ignored Zhao Han's question.

Strictly speaking, the real Zhao Han had died long ago. The 'Zhao Han' sitting here was just a semi-finished product copied by Chen Luo using the 'Reverse Possession Method', and he had no memories of his life.

"No hurry, no hurry."

Chen Luo laughed and raised his hand again.

This time the breath changed again, from the breath of the old fox in the inn to the breath of the Heart Demon Ancestor.

The Heart Demon Jue was running, and the Heart Demon images were born out of thin air. These images were manipulated by the Heart Demon Jue to gather into light and condense at the fingertips. The remaining memory fragments in Zhao Han's brain were also kneaded by Chen Luo, and the two images were mixed together like paste.

Then he pointed his finger.

Like an initiation, a large amount of life memories appeared in Zhao Han's mind. The 7% that was originally missing was rewritten by Chen Luo in a simple and crude way. This rewritten part contains the fragments of Zhao Han's obsession, as well as the parts that Chen Luo made up with the Heart Demonic Art.

But no matter what, Zhao Han's life is complete.

"I remember it!"

Zhao Han's eyes shone with light, and he slowly recalled the scenes he experienced before his death.

He was betrayed.

His favorite junior sister teamed up with outsiders to plot against him. The pair of bitches stole his elixir, destroyed his Qihai, cut off his legs, and threw him like a dead dog in the Demon God Valley. The purpose is to use Demon God Valley to eradicate the root cause and solve future problems.

"Bitch!!"

The anger in Zhao Han's heart ignited.

Most of what he recalled was true. Chen Luo extracted it from Zhao Han's obsession. As for the missing parts, Chen Luo added a little casually. It is very easy for him to rewrite such a weak and short life, which is why he chose Zhao Han.

"Revenge when there is a grudge, and revenge when there is a grudge. As long as your uncle is here, no one will dare to embarrass you."

Chen Luo patted Zhao Han on the shoulder, made up a temporary demon qi technique and taught it to him.

For Chen Luo at this stage, the use of demon energy is at his fingertips. As for the danger, Zhao Han is already dead anyway, and the worst he can do is die again.

The extra time you live now is all earned.

"Thank you, Uncle Chen. If it weren't for you, I would have been killed by that bitch."

Zhao Han turned around gratefully and thanked Chen Luo.

In his memory, he was only seriously injured and not dead. It was Chen Luo who saved him. Chen Luo's identity is not a demon, but an elder uncle in his village. He had become sworn friends with his father many years ago and was the person he trusted most in the world.

With Chen Luo's words, Zhao Han's confidence was restored.

"Go back first. I will follow you all the time. In the past few years since I have been away, your cultivation has been somewhat neglected."

Chen Luo's figure flickered, turning into a shadow and blending into Zhao Han's body.

Zhao Han didn't think there was anything wrong with such a strange scene.

In his 'memory', Uncle Chen used this method to stay on him for three years. His rise from ordinary people was all thanks to Uncle Chen's help.

Zhao Han took a deep breath and jumped back to the cliff.

His skills became extremely agile, and his magical powers were different from those of people in this world, but Zhao Han didn't notice anything wrong, because in his memory, he had always flown like this.

After leaving the valley, it took him a long time to get out of the forest.

By this time the rain had subsided and the sky was getting brighter.

"Strange, why can't I remember the way back?" Zhao Han stood at the market gate of Cyanwood Mountain, trying to remember the route back to the mountain.

This kind of content that should be common sense is now confusing.

There are still some flaws.

Chen Luo observed Zhao Han's reaction and summarized his failure experience. The genius brains among the external brains that were studying memory modification also became active and began to update the original plan. I believe it won’t be long before the second version of ‘Brain Completion Technique’ will be released.

"After suffering such a serious injury before, it is inevitable to leave some sequelae, but these are not major problems. When the injury recovers in the future, these memories will naturally recover."

Chen Luo interrupted Zhao Han's memories.

He had never been to the sect that Zhao Han belonged to, so naturally there would be no such contents in the fabricated memories. There was a conflict between the false inner demon memory and the obsessive memory at this moment, and they were slightly incompatible.

"That's what Uncle Chen said."

Zhao Han didn't dwell on this issue anymore after hearing this. He remembered the name of his sect and just asked someone to find out.

Turn around and walk to the corner and enter an alley.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Zhao Han walked out, holding a map in his hand.

Two days later.

Zhao Han walked through the mountains and forests and came to a city to the north of Cyanwood Mountain.

Sword washing hall.

This was the sect that Zhao Han belonged to. Zhao Han spent a little money and found out the location of the sword-washing hall from an information dealer. After two days of traveling, we finally returned to the sect before sunset.

When he thought about seeing that pair of bitches soon, the murderous aura in Zhao Han's heart couldn't help but rise.

"Don't rush."

Chen Luo's voice sounded, and he quickly suppressed Zhao Han's anger.

He took a deep breath and walked through the door.

At the door, the disciples of Xijian Hall saw Zhao Han coming back and didn't ask any questions. They just nodded to him. These people didn't know Zhao Han's experience of going out and just thought he was returning from training.

After entering the gate, Chen Luo saw a lively scene.

Seven or eight disciples of the Sword Cleansing Hall were practicing swordplay in the courtyard. Their swordsmanship was fierce and their sword power was sinister. Their ordinary sparring actually gave them a life-and-death fighting aura.

‘The Demon Sacrifice Sword. ’

‘The sword is the main body, and the human being is the auxiliary. ’

In his mind, the sword cultivator's brain that had been silent for a long time suddenly popped up, and the corresponding information also appeared in Chen Luo's mind. (End of chapter)