I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

"Okay."

The wooden boat docked, and Chen Luo could see clearly that there were four people sitting in the cabin of the wooden boat, two men and two women. These four people all have cultivation bases, and each of them is similar to Zhao Han. In this world, they are considered to be powerful in the supernatural realm.

The river is very wide.

After Chen Luo paid the boat fare, the boatman returned to the river with his bamboo pole. Through a simple conversation, Chen Luo learned the basic situation of the neighborhood. The place where he was standing before was the ferry along the river. On weekdays, people would come here every now and then, and most of these people were the same powerful magical powers as the four people on the boat.

The boatman has long been used to strange things. He makes a living on the river and knows a lot about things on the river.

Wooden boats rowed across the river.

The ripples spread out and a subtle sound of water could be heard.

Chen Luo glanced at the four people on the boat, who didn't look at him twice from beginning to end. Judging from their looks, it was probably not the first time they had taken this road. They were not interested in talking to anyone the whole time, and everyone's purpose was very clear.

"The demonic aura is getting stronger and stronger. Could it be that all the demon clans are on the other side of the river?"

Chen Luo stretched out his right hand, and the mist passed through his palm, and a few drops of water gathered in his palm.

At first glance, the water drops are no different from ordinary river water, but if you look closely, you will find that the evil spirit contained in the water drops is almost real. Except for the demon brain, all other external brains are suppressed here, and the brains below the realm of transformation are directly knocked back to their original shape, and even magical powers cannot be mobilized. If human beings who are cultivators of immortality break into this place, they will directly become mortals if they are below the Nascent Soul realm. Only cultivators who have reached the second step of cultivating immortality and above will have the ability to struggle here.

But that's all. It's basically impossible to fight against others.

At this moment, Chen Luo felt suppressed.

The induction of the legendary world has been completely cut off. This abnormal cutoff reminded Chen Luo of his experience in the legendary world. On the way here, Yu Nian, the third top evil spirit he met, once told him that great changes had taken place in the world of legends, and an ancient legend called 'Blood Massacre' had disappeared.

They, the top evil spirits, came to him in exchange for the Yang Soul Pill because they noticed the disappearance of Xue Tu.

'I wonder if there is any connection between the two.'

Looking forward through the mist.

Although it was foggy ahead, Chen Luo still felt the danger. Deep in the mist ahead, there seems to be an ancient beast lying on its back. This ancient beast lies on the ground like a mountain. All lives close to him will be affected. This influence is not subjective, but caused by the ancient beast being too powerful and unintentionally emitting aura.

‘The hexagram shows here. ’

The thought suddenly came to mind, and the Tianji cultivator's brain began to remind Chen Luo Bu that the position he calculated had arrived. This made Chen Luo frown, and his gaze was unclear. Except for the fog, the only thing left around them was the wooden boat they were riding on.

"The sky is dark!"

"White light comes to the world."

"Bai Lian on the river!"

"Only me, Black Wind."

The sound came from far away, from far to near, as if it was approaching quickly.

"Water Bandits!!"

The boatman had a frightened expression on his face. For a boatman like him, what he fears most is water bandits. Especially on this Bailian River, once you encounter a water bandit, your life is lost. The four people meditating in the cabin woke up at the same time. They quickly took out their weapons and ran out of the cabin.

Phew! !

As soon as the strong man running at the front rushed out, he saw a flash of white light, and then his head was carried high by the white light. Blood spurted out from the broken neck, staining the river with blood, and the headless corpse fell from the boat with a 'pop'.

The three people behind them quickly stopped when they saw this, and one of them said tremblingly.

"It's the Black Wind Shuangsha!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a bright white sword light piercing the cabin, a sword piercing his throat, and the speaker was nailed to the other side of the ship like a rag doll by the sword light. Then two more black lights flashed past the ship, and the bamboo-wood structure of the ship's awning exploded instantly, and three corpses fell down.

All this was just a matter of breathing. The boatman was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and didn't even dare to look.

Chen Luo stood next to the boatman, his eyes falling on the white mist on the left.

In the center of the white mist, an old wooden raft crossed the river and stopped beside the wooden boat. There are two people standing on the bamboo raft. The one on the left is wearing a white gown and a white ghost mask on his face. The person on the right is wearing a long black dress and a black ghost mask on his face.

When Chen Luo saw these two people, a smile appeared on his face.

After searching for so long, I finally found someone.

These two people were none other than Yu Wenling and Ding Jian, who were originally assigned by Chen Luo to assist the Flower-backed Turtle in robbing the tomb. These two people are both god-transforming monks. With their backgrounds, killing these so-called 'supernatural power realm' experts is no different from chopping melons and vegetables.

"Come on, get off this ship first."

The two people on the boat didn't seem to recognize Chen Luo, and Ding Jian, who was wearing white clothes on the left, spoke.

"Can't leave!"

The boatman on the boat suddenly moved, and his arms turned visibly blue-black. His thick claws broke his clothes and grabbed Yuwen Ling, who was closest to him.

bass!

White light flashed and the blade was sheathed.

The blood spilled, and the boatman who jumped out let out a scream, and then fell from the river with a 'pop', and dark red blood emerged from the bottom of the water. After purring two blisters, he became peaceful again.

"Just you two? Where's the turtle?"

Chen Luofei landed on the bamboo raft and asked.

It was a pity that Yu Wenling and Ding Jian had no intention of answering his question. After lighting a fire and burning the wooden boat, they steered the bamboo raft towards the other side.

Not long after, they bumped into another wooden boat.

The two of them carried out the massacre as usual. After a while, they returned to the bamboo raft and headed in the other direction. The thick white mist on the river did not have any impact on them, but instead became their best cover.

Massacre along the way.

After killing all the people on the seventh wooden boat, the two of them turned the bamboo raft and sailed towards a small island in the middle of the river.

Through the white mist, the bamboo raft docked.

Yu Wenling and Ding Jian jumped up, and Chen Luo followed them and landed on the island. After they landed, the bamboo raft moved away along the river and disappeared into the mist.

"I know you have a lot of questions, but don't worry yet. You'll know when you get there."

Yu Wenling led the way. Judging from her expression, it seemed as if she had really forgotten who Chen Luo was.

Chen Luo didn't ask any more questions and followed them inside. Although he didn't know what happened, he still remembered the auras of Yu Wen Ling and Ding Jian. Both of them had hidden secrets left by him, so there was no way they could go wrong.

Through the woods, there is a hill behind.

The three of them walked along the steps and soon reached the top of the hill. Chen Luo's eyes fluctuated, and he felt a large number of unfamiliar auras, numbering nearly a hundred people. Not only that, the moment he walked up to the top of the mountain, the demonic energy in the air was obviously reduced, and the fog disappeared, as if this was a pure land independent of the demon clan.

On the left side, near the intersection, stood a large flag, ten meters high, with a flag flying on it and three large black and gold characters on it.

‘The way of the world! ’

"Feel a change?"

Yuwen Ling stopped and took off the mask on her face. The same goes for Ding Jian next to him. The faces behind the mask are the same as in Chen Luo's memory. The only difference is the aura on their bodies. From the aura of a pure immortal cultivator, it became a trace of demonic aura. This is the influence of the external environment. After all, the two of them are not monks returning to the void, and they cannot call on power from the legendary world. It is difficult to avoid the omnipresent evil spirit in the air by relying only on the power of magic.

"The reason why I saved you is because you are a humane monk like us."

Ding Jian also opened his mouth to explain.

These two low-ranking Immortal Cultivation Family patriarchs from the Ancient God Sect completely forgot their identities and became bandits on the Bailian River.

"The boss is back!"

There was a noisy sound in the distance, and most of the more than a hundred auras that Chen Luo had sensed ran out of the room at the back. The two leaders were particularly excited.

"This is the new brother. He is a humane monk just like us!"

Yu Wenling took two steps forward and briefly introduced Chen Luo's identity.

"welcome!"

"A new brother has come up the mountain! Our strength has grown even more."

After hearing Yu Wenling's introduction, everyone around them showed happy expressions, and everyone cast a kind look at Chen Luo.

Chen Luo didn't speak, just watched quietly. He had just scanned the island with his spiritual consciousness and found no trace of the flower-backed turtle. I don’t know what happened, but the flower-backed turtle was separated from Yu Wenling and his two subordinates.

Enter Juyi Hall.

Yu Wenling and Ding Jian sat down on the table, and soon someone brought wine and food.

The two people sat on it, drank from large bowls, and ate meat.

Yuwen Ling even took out a handful of blood-colored beads from her arms and distributed them. Chen Luo remembered these bloody beads. When Yu Wenling and Ding Jian killed the masters of magical power on the wooden boat, the long swords in their hands would compress the blood essence of the dead people together and condense them into blood beads. The blood beads being distributed now were obtained from the killings of the two of them.

"Don't practice their method. It is a sacrifice method. In the end, you will feed the monsters." A middle-aged scribe with a withered face walked over and sat down next to Chen Luo. This familiar man took a chicken drumstick from the table in front of Chen Luo, put it to his mouth and took a bite. Then he took out a secret book from his arms and handed it to Chen Luo.

"Practice this!"

"What's this?"

"The skills of humane monks! The skills you saw outside before were all passed down by demons and cannot be practiced." After speaking, the withered scribe introduced himself.

"Sima Ze ranks seventh in the world." (End of Chapter)