I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

"If you are bored, you can go out and take a look. You can help me deliver some pills to Xu Zhi and the others."

After stabilizing his sword energy, Chen Luo flicked his sleeve, and a purple gold gourd flew out from the sleeve. This gourd is a storage magic weapon that Chen Luo refined in his spare time. Supported by Ouyang Lian's brain, it is not difficult for Chen Luo to refine this kind of magic weapon.

"This kind of elixir again?"

The flower-backed turtle took the gourd, took off the lid and smelled it, and the familiar medicinal aroma rushed straight to his forehead. After learning that Xu Zhi and others entered the sixth level, the Flower-backed Turtle came to see Chen Luo once.

But Chen Luo didn't let him take the 'Enlightenment Pill'.

This elixir is an experimental product and can indeed improve your cultivation in a short period of time, but there will definitely be hidden dangers in the future. Chen Luo did not intend to let the flower-backed turtle take it until the hidden dangers were understood.

"Just a few more changes and you'll almost be ready to eat."

The flower-backed turtle has a better foundation than Butterfly Girl and the other five. If they continue to practice step by step, there will definitely be no problem in being promoted to return to the void.

"good!"

The flower-backed turtle put away the fishing rod and fled out of the valley as quickly as possible. He was afraid that if he continued to stay here, he would be cut into a dead turtle by the sword energy.

"I will discuss the task of finding the tomb with Xu Zhi and the others."

When they reached the mouth of the valley, the flower-backed turtle stopped and turned around and said something.

call out!

The flower-backed turtle quickly retracted its head, and the sword energy swept over the top of the turtle shell. The cold sword energy stimulated the flower-backed turtle's hair to stand on end. Regardless of Chen Luo's response, he fled out of the valley in a swish, and was gone. trace.

"Too complicated."

Chen Luo shook the fishing rod and pressed down the sword energy again. But after two seconds of calm, another bloody sword energy flew out of the pool, and this time the sword energy went straight to Chen Luo's face.

The aura of despair and blood came from the sword energy.

This is the sword intention of a mantid, and the desperation of killing is the core of this sword intention. Among Chen Luo's fused sword intentions, this sword intention is one of the most difficult to fuse, but the power of the sword intention is also surprisingly powerful. According to Chen Luo's estimation, at the same level, the lethality of the Aoki Sword Intent is only 30% of that of the Blood Sword Intent, or even lower.

"It's still a little bit missing."

Suppressing the sword energy, before Chen Luo could refine it, another sword energy flew out.

boom!

The pillars of the pavilion diagonally behind were cut off by the sword energy, and the pavilion collapsed.

The valley arranged by Butterfly Girl was destroyed by Chen Luo in just a few days.

He's been stuck in this place for a while now.

There are a lot of sword cultivator brains in the external brain, including more than a hundred at the Dan Formation Realm, more than fifty at the Nascent Soul Realm, and even seven sword cultivators at the Divine Transformation Realm. These brains perfectly preserve the stubbornness of swordsmen, and everyone only believes in their own swordsmanship. No matter which sword cultivator brain Chen Luo called on, the other sword cultivator brains would not cooperate.

This is also the greatest characteristic of sword cultivators.

alone!

Just like the magical power of a swordsman, he never considers taking back the sword he cuts out, nor does he consider leaving any remaining force. The moment he strikes out, it is a killing move, and the main thing is to play a life-defying move.

Chen Luo's ability to combine these sword intentions did not rely on his sword skills, but his own cultivation and the coordination of his three elder brothers. But regardless of the Evergreen Immortal Emperor, the Immortal Corpse, or the third brother's hatred, they are not pure sword cultivators. They can destroy the sword spirit and kill the sword cultivator, but they cannot wear away the sword cultivator's sword intent.

"There is a missing subject."

Chen Luo summed up his practice experience and found a feasible plan from the perspective of sword cultivator.

The way of the sword is only subordinate to the way of the sword.

So he needs a higher-level sword cultivating brain, preferably one in the Return to Void Realm!

"Come see me."

Chen Luo picked up the jade talisman of communication and sent a message to Butterfly Girl.

After receiving the news, Butterfly Girl returned to her ancestral tomb as quickly as possible. The moment she walked into the valley, a sword energy struck at the entrance of the valley. Butterfly Girl narrowly avoided the sword energy.

The flying sword energy exploded at the entrance of the valley behind, and the tomb wall connecting the crocodile spirit swamp area completely disappeared.

What a terrifying sword energy.

Butterfly Girl swallowed and looked at the valley where she had practiced for many years. She was suddenly stunned. There is still a valley ahead, with traces of being swept by sword energy everywhere. The pavilion has disappeared, and there are seven or eight more ponds. The pitted pond water is scattered here and there. The mountains in the distance have also disappeared, and even the mountains in the valley have disappeared. A hole was opened in the false sky, revealing the golden formation pattern behind it.

"Real person."

Butterfly Girl carefully walked to and stopped behind Chen Luo.

She had heard from Flower-backed Turtle that something had happened here at Chen Luo, but now that she came in, she realized that this was not a small change, it was clearly a change of world.

"Who is the most famous swordsman in the demon clan?"

"Pig Dragon Sword Master."

Butterfly Girl said a name without thinking.

"Where is his tomb?"

Chen Luo searched around the external brain and did not find it.

"He might not be dead yet."

Butterfly Girl hesitated for a moment and said in an uncertain tone. The Pig Dragon Sword Master is the strongest swordsman in the demon clan. At his peak, even the seven demon saints did not dare to provoke him. Because swordsmen are all madmen, no one is willing to fight for their lives against madmen.

"Find him out."

Chen Luo turned his head sideways, and a domineering sword energy flashed through his pupils.

He is now in the process of becoming a sword cultivator, and his method of communicating with others is the same as that of a sword cultivator.

Be true to your heart, be true to your sword!

This is sword cultivation.

They are willing to sacrifice their lives for the sake of swordsmanship. Chen Luo believed that the Pig Dragon Sword Master must also have this understanding, otherwise his swordsmanship would not reach that level.

"I understand."

The butterfly girl's heart trembled. Although she didn't know how the Pig Dragon Sword Saint offended Chen Luo, for the sake of her own path and life, she could only let the Pig Dragon Sword Saint down. I believe he can understand.

"Find him and send me a message."

Chen Luo threw out a newly refined message jade talisman and sent the butterfly girl away. It will take two days to suppress the sword energy. After things here are dealt with, you can go out and discuss the Tao with the Pig Dragon Sword Saint.

Half a month later.

Chen Luo walked out of the tomb.

His body and Dharma image were hidden in his body, and only the last "intention image" was exposed outside.

After leaving the ancestral tomb, the legendary world appeared in his perception again. Chen Luo stood at the door of the tomb and took a deep breath. The breath of old acquaintances in the legendary world such as Granny Yan appeared in his perception. Sensing Chen Luo's breath, several people gave feedback.

"Where is it?"

Opening his eyes, the sharp sword intent appeared in Chen Luo's pupils.

The Butterfly Girl and Ziyu standing next to him subconsciously took a half step back, and the two looked at Chen Luo in doubt. Butterfly Girl was fine, having met Chen Luo half a month ago, so she had a little idea of ​​him. But Ziyu was different. In her impression, Chen Luo was a magic cultivator, and the top one among them.

But the aura that was overflowing now was clearly that of a sword cultivator.

A magic cultivator turned into a sword cultivator?

This kind of thing could be understood by a cultivator in the first step of cultivating immortals, a cultivator in the fourth stage of Qi Refining. But after the transformation of the spirit, the cultivator had to refine the seeds of the law. Only one of the three great ways can be chosen, which is common sense known to everyone. I have never heard of anyone who can practice both after the transformation of the spirit, unless this person can split.

Split himself into three people, each practicing one way.

But this kind of thing is impossible as soon as you think about it.

‘It should be some special secret method. ’

Ziyu guessed Chen Luo’s magical power from her own perspective.

"Under the mountain, the Pig Dragon Sword Saint is in the world below the Holy Mountain, on a dead mountain with no spirit. I heard that he has been sitting there for six hundred years."

The Butterfly Girl told the news she had heard.

The Pig Dragon Sword Saint is very famous in the demon clan, and you can find out with just a little inquiry. There are records within the twelve demon clans that sword cultivation is the purest path, and sword cultivation at the level of the Pig Dragon Sword Saint is even purer. The twelve demon clans are afraid that the younger generation of the clan will provoke this person, so they specially recorded his location.

Chen Luo took a step, and his figure dissipated like a particle.

When the Butterfly Girl and Zi Yu raised their heads, Chen Luo's figure had disappeared. Go down the mountain.

Boom! !

There was another thunder on the Holy Mountain.

In just half a month, eight of the twelve demon clans withdrew, including the once most powerful rat clan. Now there are only four left competing for the position of demon saint, and these four clans are the tiger clan, the stone spirit clan, the leopard clan and the fox clan. Those tribes that withdrew gradually gathered behind the four demon tribes, and even the six demon saints on the mountain re-divided their positions with the four demon tribes.

"Fighting again."

Zi Yu looked up.

"They all want to become 'Tao'. If I have the chance, I will be the same as them." Butterfly Girl also turned her eyes over.

After leaving the ancestral tomb for such a long time, they also figured out the situation outside. Those people above are fighting, they are developing in secret, and now there are five tribes under their control. Among those strong men who died of 'going into the devil', several of them were killed by them.

Dead Silence Ridge.

This is a land of no spirits, and no practitioners come here.

The people living here do not worship the 'demon god', nor do they practice immortal methods. They are just ordinary mortals, and the country they formed is the same. The emperor has explored the edge of the world, been to the northernmost wasteland, and been to the southernmost sea. The east and west are Tianzhu Peak.

So the people here do not believe in demon gods, they only believe in themselves.

The demons on the holy mountain would not come here either, because there was a person here, and the people on the mountain tacitly assigned this place to this person.

Pig Dragon Sword Saint.

Chen Luo stepped on the yellow sand and walked forward. The place where the Pig Dragon Sword Saint practiced was nearby.

Dust was everywhere, and the weeds were withered and yellow. Apart from the occasional animal skeletons, there were only some dying cacti.

Squeak

In the dust, Chen Luo saw an inn.

He pushed the door open and walked in.

The wind and sand blew in through the door, and everyone in the room cast their eyes over. Chen Luo took off his straw raincoat and sat down on the empty seat at the door.

"Twenty cents."

As soon as he sat down, a waiter came up to collect the money.

Chen Luo reached into his arms, took out a few big coins from it and threw them on the table. These coins were picked up from the dead in the desert. He met many dead people along the way.

"Would you like some wine?"

The innkeeper's wife came out from behind the counter, put one foot on the table, and looked Chen Luo up and down.

Chen Luo glanced at her and said nothing.

He had already sensed the breath of the Pig Dragon Sword Saint, who was approaching the inn slowly. This was a unique sensation for sword cultivators. It was the first time for Chen Luo to use his sword cultivator's brain to walk around the world, and the senses he brought were completely different from those of physical and magic cultivators.

"Are you here to look for treasure too?"

The proprietress leaned over, revealing the ravine on her chest, and her jade feet slid across the table, moving closer to Chen Luo. She looked up and down at the strange face in front of her with a charming look, licked her red lips with her tongue, and her eyes were full of aggression. (End of this chapter)