I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

"What are you afraid of? The current Chunyang Immortal Sect cannot protect itself. If they were really capable, they wouldn't be forced to this place by the plague beast."

Seeing that everyone was silent, the middle-aged man sneered, his words full of disdain for the people around him.

The alchemist next to him continued to refine the elixir, unmoved by external objects.

Yang fire elixir can only be refined at noon. The three brothers and sisters fled all the way here, and all the spiritual energy in their bodies had long been exhausted. The spiritual energy here is very thin, and it would take a long time to rely on spiritual stones alone. They don't have so many spiritual stones to waste.

So the best way is to use pills.

After a while, the alchemy furnace trembled slightly, and the rich fragrance of alchemy emitted from the alchemy furnace. The middle-aged male cultivator who was refining the elixir waved his sleeve, and the furnace lid immediately opened, and seven elixirs flew out from inside. With a happy face on his face, he quickly took off the gourd from his waist and prepared to put these elixirs into it. Unexpectedly, when these pills flew out halfway, they suddenly spun in the air and flew in another direction.

"The elixir is pretty good."

A voice suddenly sounded, and the alchemist who was collecting the pills was startled, and then his expression changed drastically. The middle-aged monk who had previously laughed at everyone's timidity flicked his sleeves, and a large piece of poisonous mist was released by him, and the people fled towards the distance like a stream of light.

This reaction speed exceeded everyone present.

"Why are you running? If the sky falls, our Chunyang Immortal Sect's people will hold it up, right?"

A layer of strange power stretched over, and the middle-aged man who had fled to the edge only felt his eyes blur, and then felt his body being pulled by another force, and fell back to the original place at a faster speed. The other people who were running around also sat back under the big tree, and everyone was in the same position as before.

"Tao turns to yin and yang! He is the ancestor of the Pure Yang Immortal Sect!!"

The middle-aged man's face suddenly turned pale when he returned to the original place, and sweat dripped down his face. The few people nearby were completely frightened. They never thought that they would be so unlucky. They had just entered this area and bumped into the Hedao ancestor. This kind of big shot, who was rarely encountered in the entire world of immortality, unexpectedly happened to them. The most terrible thing was that not long ago, they were discussing how to use the Chunyang Immortal Sect to avoid disasters and divert disasters to the east.

"How do fellow Taoists think we should deal with these people?"

The few people who heard the sound raised their heads, and only then did they realize that two people had stood on the big tree where they were before.

An old man in white clothes with a white beard and white hair, and an immortal spirit, and the other is a young man who looks to be in his twenties and carries a long sword on his back. These two people are like the trees under their feet, without any breath, and they cannot be sensed when their spiritual consciousness sweeps past them.

This is a method that only the ancestors of Hedao have.

For those who are strong in the Hedao realm, they themselves are part of the world. Under the influence of their spiritual consciousness, they are just like the flowers, plants and trees in the world. They have nothing special and can easily be ignored.

"what ever."

The young man's eyes were dull. Hearing the inquiry from the old man beside him, he replied numbly.

The old man didn't mind when he saw this, so he grabbed it with his big hand. His fingers slid through the air, creating ripples. These ripples are like water ripples, spreading in all directions in a ring shape. The people below who were frozen in place were enveloped by these ripples, their bodies dried up visibly to the naked eye, and their spiritual energy solidified. The skin turned blue-black, and circles of wood grain appeared on the surface of their bodies.

"Senior, spare your life!"

"Mufa! He is the ancestor Mu of Chunyang Immortal Sect!"

A horrified voice sounded.

These people were obviously scared to death, but in the end, no one left. It was as if they were held in place by an invisible force, unable to move at all.

The alchemist was frightened and instinctively wanted to beg for mercy. As a result, before he could say anything, the blue wood grain spread along his skin to his neck, and finally settled on his face. The remaining expression of fear turned into a deformed tree tumor on the bark of the tree. Not only him, but also the several people next to him. These people were all frozen in place, with a large number of tree roots drilled out of the surface of their skin. His clothes and magical weapons turned into tree bark.

The roots of the trees underfoot drilled into the ground and penetrated deep into the soil.

The top of the head split, and thick branches grew out. The branches continued to branch out, giving rise to new branches and leaves. When the spiritual power was gone, the few people who originally lived here disappeared.

There are just a few more towering trees in the woods.

The wind blew and the trees swayed slightly.

The two people who were originally standing on the top of the tree have already disappeared.

Not long after they left, one of the trees suddenly split open, and a pale, middle-aged male cultivator emerged from the bark. He knelt on the ground first and coughed violently.

A large amount of bloody wood slag spurted out of his mouth, and it took him a long time to recover.

"Chun Yang Immortal Sect, Taoist Mu!!"

This man looked back at his fellow disciples who had completely turned into wood behind him, then quickly disappeared and fled towards the snow-capped mountains.

The gray calamity energy that had been suppressed in his body resurrected. A wandering plague beast in the edge area seemed to have heard the call, and turned around and approached the place where the Snow Mountain was.

Chunyang Xianmen invited powerful people from dozens of surrounding areas, including the five major Dao Sects and Immortal Clan, to discuss ways to deal with the plague beast. The plague beast disaster has developed to the point where the Upper Nine Sects have no choice but to deal with it. Polluting the spiritual veins of the Xiuxian world is to cut off the foundation of their cultivators. It is destined to be a fight to the death, and there is no possibility of compromise.

Chen Luo went down the mountain.

As soon as he walked out of the Great Snow Mountain, he received several message talismans. The owners of these message talismans are all the ancestors of the Upper Nine Sects and Immortal Clan, and they are at the same level as him.

Only when the cultivation reaches this level will it enter the vision of these people.

Chen Luo roughly flipped through a few of them. Most of them were words congratulating him for breaking through the Hedao. Some invited him to attend a party to deal with the plague beast, and some invited him to join Dao Sect as a guest official. Chen Luo simply flipped through these messages and threw them aside.

Whether it was a party or joining other sects as a guest official, he was not interested.

"Plague beast."

Chen Luo did not know how the plague beast disaster broke out, but he knew the ending. The fact that the corpse immortal path became the mainstream eight thousand years later was the best proof.

Fortunately, Chen Luo's goal was different from theirs from the beginning.

The purpose of going down the mountain this time was to collect spiritual materials for the practice of the Hedao realm, and to dig out the ancestor of the formation master to bask in the sun.

Breaking through the Hedao realm consumed most of his resources.

The number of spiritual materials in the cave gourd reached the lowest value since Chen Luo's cultivation. In addition, the skills and magical powers after breaking through the Hedao realm needed to be updated. Chen Luo was ready to take this opportunity to supplement them in this era and worship some predecessors.

In this era when the corpse immortal path had not yet risen, he was also a pioneer.

The tomb of the ancestor of the formation master was easy to find. With Chen Luo's cultivation, he did not meet any blind people on the road. When he came here, the master of the formation master, Huang He Zhenren, had been sitting for many years. Chen Luo just packed it up and put it in his pocket, filling the gap in the formation master. Together with Zhu Chang who died before, he contributed to his great cause of cultivating immortals.

After that, Chen Luo went to rob a large number of sects.

The cultivators in the external brain frantically studied and recorded the inheritance of this era. In less than half a year, Chen Luo robbed nearly a hundred sects and obtained thousands of inheritances. The number of brains in the external brain was also updated, and a large number of Jindan-level brains were abandoned by him and replaced with higher-level Yuanying cultivator brains.

Chen Luo was very careful, but such a big commotion still attracted the attention of some people.

Wilderness.

Dead forest, next to the old grave.

An octagonal palace lantern floated beside Chen Luo, who was wearing deerskin gloves and a shiny black shovel in his hand.

With a "click", the shovel dug into the stone slab, and Chen Luo's movements stopped.

Putting the shovel aside, Chen Luo carefully pushed open the coffin lid. A smell of corruption floated out of the coffin. Chen Luo, who was looking inside, was not careful and inhaled the black gas from the coffin into his nose. Then his face turned black, his body shook, and he fell on the coffin with a bang.

"This backhand is better than the old man in front."

A hand wearing a deerskin glove stretched out from behind, picked up Chen Luo who was lying on the coffin lid, and threw it aside. The corpse rolled to the side, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into a pool of liquid and disappeared without a trace.

Another identical Chen Luo came out and took over the job.

After half a year of exploration, Chen Luo had a certain understanding of his "Tao", and no longer didn't know how to use it like at the beginning.

This grave-digging clone was transformed by him using the "Tao". This is not a puppet clone, but the real him. The difference is that these grave-digging "Chen Luo" all come from the past, before he merged with the Tao. The "Chen Luo" who was just poisoned to death was him when he just entered the Tao and practiced Qi.

Now that he has established his foundation, his grave-digging skills are much stronger.

"I heard a long time ago that the Snow Mountain Ancestor has a habit of digging graves. I thought it was a rumor, but I didn't expect it to be true."

When Chen Luo took the corpse out of the coffin and touched his head with one hand, a slender fox demon suddenly walked out from the depths of the woods. This fox demon has a strong breath and is surrounded by black air. It is a big demon that eats people to practice.

In this era, people catch demons to make pills, and demons eat people to practice.

Neither side thinks they are wrong, and Chen Luo doesn't want to get involved in these things. He just borrowed the ancient times to practice. In his opinion, the plague beast disaster and the dispute between humans and demons are all things of the past and have nothing to do with him.

It's a pity that others don't think so.

The influence of a powerful person in the Hedao realm is really too great, and everyone wants to pull him to their camp. This is a power that can affect the balance. (End of this chapter)