I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

Since the previous cooperation was concluded, King Jiaolong sent someone to deliver the first batch of elixir-making materials to Chen Luo. After three months of refining, the elixir was successfully released.

Bang!

The stove lid is open.

A pill with green smoke flew out of the stove and hit the ground with a bang. The floor tiles next to it were broken into pieces.

The elixir was all dark red, and within a moment of falling on the ground, a large piece of the floor tile was corroded.

Sizzling...

Looking at the strange pill with uneven surface on the ground, Chen Luo hesitated for a long time and did not dare to try it.

When he started the furnace just now, he originally wanted to put the elixir into the alchemy gourd, but the elixir's 'potency' exceeded expectations, so he smashed it to the ground.

The process of refining new elixirs will inevitably have some twists and turns. Some losses are also expected, and I believe King Jiaolong can also understand.

After the thick smoke cleared, Chen Luo stretched out his right hand and turned his spiritual power into his palm to pick up the elixir on the ground and float it in front of him.

The smell is a bit unpleasant.

This was my first reaction after getting the elixir.

From the perspective of the blast furnace, if the elixir can be condensed and formed, it is considered a success. As for the efficacy of the medicine, those who have taken it have a say.

"Someone's coming."

Chen Luo pasted the elixir with talisman paper to suppress the spiritual energy escaping from the surface, and then put it into the porcelain bottle.

The puppet outside quickly opened the door and walked in. Without Chen Luo's instructions, he took the porcelain bottle into his hand, then turned around and retreated. There are only two real immortal cultivators on the Snow Mountain, one is Chen Luo and the other is Mu Jianyu. Except for the two of them, everyone else is a puppet.

Mu Jianyu was still in seclusion, and Chen Luo didn't ask about the specific progress. However, from the occasional fluctuations of spiritual energy coming from her secret room, it could be seen that the progress of the solitary training was not going well.

"With Brother Jiaolong's physique, he should not be able to die from eating it."

Chen Luo thought about it for a while and felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

At just this moment, the messenger talisman on his waist lit up.

Chen Luo glanced at it, then stood up and walked out of the secret room. Arriving at the edge of the cliff, with the mountain breeze blowing, Chen Luo stood with his hands behind his back, as if waiting for someone. But for a moment, there was a sound of wind chimes in the sky, and a bicycle frame rode the rainbow light and came to a stop until it reached the edge of the snow-capped mountains.

Two people walked out of the car, a boy and a girl, both boys.

The two opened the car door from left to right.

A strip of red satin extends from the inside of the frame and spreads to the edge of the cliff, forming a red overpass.

"Welcome to the Snow Mountain Ancestor."

The Chunyang Immortal Sect's Wanfa Immortal Meeting was held as scheduled. Chen Luo, as the representative of local immortal cultivators and the ancestors of Xueshan Mountain who are admired by countless casual cultivators, was naturally among the invitees. The person who came to invite Chen Luo last time also gave him an ancestor of the formation master. The courtesy was so complete that Chen Luo was very satisfied.

The friction between the Ancient Sword Sect and the Chunyang Immortal Sect did not continue to expand.

After a brief meeting between the two monastic orders, a settlement was quickly reached. Only Wanbaolou suffered a lot from the previous incident and was extorted a large sum of spiritual stones. Chen Luo heard this news from King Jiaolong.

Because the old dragon's scolding was very unpleasant.

"Let's go."

Chen Luo stepped on the red satin and got on the carriage.

The frame circled in the air, changed direction, and flew back in the direction it came from. Wherever he passed, fairy sounds lingered and red clouds filled the sky. The way he travels with this style is far beyond the comparison of the corpse immortal monks eight thousand years later.

The Ten Thousand Immortals Dharma Conference is a grand gathering organized by the Chunyang Immortal Sect as the main body. Its main purpose is to gather the effective forces in the world of immortal cultivation to jointly discuss ways to deal with the plague beast.

The minimum requirement to participate in the puja is to become a god. Immortal cultivators in the first realm are not even qualified to enter.

Chen Luo's arrival attracted the attention of many people. The people who could be taken over by Chunyang Dharma Master were either Taoist giants or Hedao ancestors.

Chen Luo's face was very unfamiliar, and the clothes he wore were not in the style of a Dao Sect elder, which made everyone instantly guess his identity.

"Senior, please come inside."

After the boys and girls got off the bus, they quickly led Chen Luo towards the inner courtyard. The monks on both sides would automatically give way after seeing him.

The scale of the Ten Thousand Immortals Dharma Assembly is very large.

In order to create spiritual mist in this barren land, Chunyang Immortal Sect crushed the spiritual stones and scattered them into the ground. Using this almost wasteful method, they created a false spiritual vein.

This spiritual vein can only last for a month, and the effort and reward are completely out of proportion. But Chunyang Immortal Sect doesn't care. As one of the Nine Sects, they have this background.

The area where the Hedao monks are located is the core of the spiritual veins.

As soon as Chen Luo walked in, a maid came forward to take over the responsibility of guiding the boy and girl, and took him to a small courtyard. The spiritual energy here is almost substantial. There is a pale white spiritual mist floating on the ground. When it passes over your arms, you can clearly feel the cold touch.

A few old monsters with deep auras were meditating inside.

When Chen Luo came in, these people seemed not to notice and were practicing on their own. Only the old man in the center wearing Chunyang Immortal Sect clothes opened his eyes and nodded to him.

"Your seat is over here."

The maid carefully led Chen Luo to sit down.

As a local indigenous casual cultivator, Chen Luo's position is naturally ranked at the outside. This is where the maid became nervous. With this seating arrangement, it was obvious that Chen Luo was not taken seriously. If he is unhappy, he may take it out on himself.

It was possible to lose one's life, and no one would make an enemy of the Hedao old monster just because of her, a maid.

Fortunately, Chen Luo was not angry. After sitting down, he sent the maid out. He looked ahead.

There are a total of eleven tables in the courtyard. The six tables in the front are already occupied, and the four tables in the middle are still empty. It should be that the people invited have not come over yet.

Chen Luo also sat down like the others and began to meditate cross-legged. He didn't know how long it took before a voice suddenly came to his ears.

"But the ancestor of Snow Mountain?"

Opening his eyes, Chen Luo found a strange female cultivator.

This woman was wearing a pink dress, with her hands behind her back and her body slightly arched. The silver ornaments on her head were hanging down, and the two star-shaped pendants on her earlobes swayed gently with her body movements.

"What's the matter?"

Chen Luo replied expressionlessly. I glanced over and found that the seats were already occupied. The four seats at the back are all occupied by monks who are returning to the void, and this woman is the guest sitting in the tenth seat.

Although these people are just Void Return monks, they all have powerful sects behind them. In the judgment of Chunyang Immortal Sect, these people are more important than Chen Luo, so they are arranged in this way.

"I heard that fellow Taoists are very interested in 'archeology', and I happen to know about an ancient tomb..."

The female cultivator sat down next to Chen Luo, and the faint fragrance of flowers came. She casually picked up the spiritual fruit on Chen Luo's table and took a bite.

"Miaoyinmenyinxi."

Putting down the spiritual fruit, the female cultivator introduced her name.

Chen Luo said nothing.

He looked at the woman in front of him with a strange expression, a hint of gray flashing in his pupils.

From Brother Changqing's perspective, he could clearly see a mark appearing on the woman's body, spreading into his body through the scent of flowers.

Eating spiritual fruit before was just to cover up this behavior.

Not far behind them, two female cultivators from the Miaoyin Sect had a sneer on their lips.

'After all, a casual cultivator is just a casual cultivator. He has never seen much of the world. Even if he breaks through to the Hedao realm, he is just a plaything in the hands of the senior sister. ’

Yinxi has also been observing Chen Luo's reaction.

Choosing to attack Chen Luo still took a big risk. After all, he was an old monster in Hedao, and he would be discovered if he wasn't careful. However, the rewards after success will be very obvious. Being able to control a Hedao monk, even the lowest casual cultivator among the Hedao monks, can be a great help.

Even if you are unlucky enough to be noticed, your life will not be in danger. At most, you will be taught a lesson. A casual cultivator who is ranked eleventh by the Chunyang Immortal Sect, even if he is in the Hedao realm, cannot compare to those of the Dao Sect.

"Fellow Taoist?"

Seeing that Chen Luo didn't respond, Yin Xi raised her hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

"The mark is very good, but you are a little too weak."

Chen Luo finally spoke.

As soon as the words came out, the expression of Fairy Miaoyin on the opposite side changed.

"wait……"

Chen Luo raised his right hand and held a translucent mark between his index and middle fingers. This mark is like a bug, and the two fingers are constantly struggling.

Bang!

With gentle pressure from two fingers, the translucent mark was crushed like a leech.

Fairy Miaoyin, who was directly opposite her, turned pale, and the spiritual energy in her body surged up, then backfired and spurted out a mouthful of blood from her throat. The aftereffects of the mark came back, causing her to fall to the ground, and her image as a fairy was completely ruined.

"Sister!"

"Fairy!!"

The movement here quickly attracted the attention of the people behind. Two monks, a man and a woman, rushed forward quickly. One of them helped Fairy Miaoyin, and the other stared at Chen Luo angrily, as if he wanted to take action. look.

"stop!"

Miaoyin Fairy Yinxi, who suppressed her injuries, quickly spoke to stop her.

Although this person is only a casual cultivator, he is a Hedao cultivator after all, and his previous temptations have already reached the limit. If you continue to offend, you are likely to make this person angry. When the time comes, it will be a huge loss if we kill them all regardless.

Even if the sect avenged them afterwards, the people would not be able to survive again.

"I was just asking my seniors about cultivation issues." Yinxi took a deep breath and made an excuse for Chen Luo.

When several people around him saw this, they immediately reacted.

At this time, several Hedao monks who were communicating in the distance also turned their attention. It's hard not to notice such a big movement.

"Don't think that the Hedao realm can be lawless. The foundation of our Dao sect is beyond the imagination of a casual cultivator like you."

The male cultivator who was scolded felt a little embarrassed, so he said a harsh word. Such core disciples from the Dao Sect have had smooth sailing since the beginning of their practice. They are used to being aloof and regard their appearance as more important than their lives.

Phew!

The big hand transformed by spiritual power came down from above and slapped the male cultivator, who didn't even have time to say his name, to a pulp.

The spiritual palm also crushed the ground to ensure that the meat paste would not recover.