I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

Fang Tianzun's body struggled very hard, and Chen Luo had to work hard to prevent him from escaping.

After defeating the Blood God, Chen Luo used the 'Origin Seal' to find the body in the cemetery below. He thought he would return empty-handed, but he didn't expect that there was an obsession left in the body.

So Chen Luo rushed out of the ruins carrying the body.

He encountered many obstacles from the Blood God on the way, but he easily solved them all. He ran so fast on the road that he even forgot about Ren Ji's husband.

The soil layer exploded, and Chen Luo, carrying the body, appeared in the air. The masked corpse cultivator and Yin Xi and others who were fighting below all noticed Chen Luo in the air.

"Come back!!"

The white-haired old man next to Yin Xi was stunned at first, and then he was furious. The figure twisted and turned into a bloody stream of light, rushing towards Chen Luo in the air.

He never thought that his hometown would be stolen after he came out for a short while. Without Fang Tianzun's remains, he, the Blood God Son, would be nothing but a floating duckweed.

"Put down the body!"

The masked corpse cultivator also noticed the body in Chen Luo's hand. He immediately turned into a stream of light and chased after Chen Luo.

He risked sneaking into Miaoyin Sect with the purpose of obtaining Fang Tianzun's remains to refine a higher-level corpse puppet. As a result, he fought to the death here, but the benefits were taken away by Chen Luo. How could he bear this?

"Don't even think about escaping!"

Yin Xi, who had almost completely lost his mind, roared and followed closely.

Ang!!

The shadow of the plague beast emerged, and the blood-colored sky blocked everyone's way. The three people chasing behind accelerated their speed and tried to take this opportunity to intercept Chen Luo.

Chen Luo, who was flying in the front, seemed to have not noticed the blood curtain at all, and crashed into it with the remaining momentum.

The blood curtain twisted, and Chen Luo's figure was like a mirage, with ripples and distortions. When the ripples disappeared, the person disappeared like a bubble.

"Where is the person!?"

The white-bearded old man who followed closely had a distorted face and looked around with red eyes. Masked corpse cultivator and Yin Xi also caught up.

The furious three people searched for a moment at the edge of the sky, and finally turned into a new chaos. This time, all three of them were really angry, especially Blood God, who used all his life-threatening killing moves.

Three days later.

Nameless cave.

Chen Luo raised his right hand, and the dark red array pattern flashed by, and a spider web-like array appeared on the ground. The body of Blood God was placed in the center by him, and a large number of black lines flowed along the ground like earthworms to the core, and merged into the heart of Blood God a little bit.

The resentment in this corpse is very strong. Combined with the brain experience of 'Ren Ji', Chen Luo is ready to transform him into a more advanced corpse puppet.

After three days of refining, most of the resentment has been refined into the corpse puppet by Chen Luo. The Blood God's 8,000 years of accumulation have all been transformed into strength.

In the external brain, the Black Zombie Taoist and a group of corpse cultivators were extremely excited. They had never heard of a corpse puppet of this level, and even the ancient books did not record it. In the era of corpse immortals 8,000 years later, this is an immortal method that can rewrite the status of corpse cultivators.

"What a soul-locking corpse-refining art."

Looking at the corpse puppets with increasingly terrifying auras, Chen Luo showed a satisfied expression on his face. The corpse of the Blood God was stronger than expected. After the flesh was integrated with the resentment, it recovered one-tenth of its strength before death, which was equivalent to the initial stage of the Dao, and was stronger than the ghost cultivator old monster that Chen Luo killed in the Fire Pattern Black Crystal Mine.

His own cultivation also went a step further, the Dao rhyme began to settle, the aura was restrained, and the divine light was completely hidden.

It was unknown whether the main body and the corpse puppet could kill the plague beast together, but it would definitely give the masked corpse cultivator a surprise.

Click.

A hand slapped on the stone tablet, and the stone slab broke from it, making a crisp sound.

"This is too much!"

Inside the Ancient Sword Sect.

A middle-aged man with a sullen face shouted angrily. Next to him stood two men wearing the clothes of the elders of the Ancient Sword Sect.

"Let the Ancient Sword Sect resist Hulukou, and they, the Chunyang Immortal Sect, go to Danghun Mountain. This deal is really clear enough."

"It's expected, why get angry."

The white-haired young man standing on the edge of the cliff looked into the distance, the mountain wind blew the corners of his clothes, and he looked like an extraordinary sword fairy.

This man is the second-generation sword ancestor of the Ancient Sword Sect, and is also the strongest person who remains in the Ancient Sword Sect. The sword is called "Kunwu".

The Ancient Sword Sect is named after the sword.

"Weaken the opponent and develop ourselves, this is what we are also doing."

"Think about things on the bright side. At least we don't have to feed the plague beast like those casual cultivators."

When the plague beast was mentioned, the two people behind fell silent at the same time. Unlike the low-level casual cultivators, these people knew where the plague beast disaster came from from the beginning, and they also knew the source of the plague beast disaster.

The plague beast was raised by them at the beginning, but an accident happened later, causing the plague beast to go out of control, which led to the subsequent disaster. This is also the main reason why they did not end it at the beginning.

"For the overall situation of the cultivation world, someone has to make sacrifices."

The angry middle-aged swordsman said expressionlessly. The same thing, from a different angle, his attitude became completely different.

"In the final analysis, it is still the law of the jungle, there is no need to hide it."

The old man standing next to him did not like this kind of rhetoric, he felt it was too hypocritical.

"Speaking of casual cultivators, it reminds me of someone."

His eyes fell on the white-haired swordsman in front of him. "This person may be related to the theft of the previous Fire Pattern Black Crystal Mine."

The white-haired swordsman on the edge of the cliff suddenly raised his hand. With a flash of light, a golden flying sword flew out from the sea of ​​clouds. The tip of the sword hovered at his fingertips, and after rotating three times, it turned into golden dust and merged into his body.

The two people behind him saw this and stared at the white-haired swordsman in front of him, wanting to see what information he had read.

"The old ghost of Baixian Cave is willing to give it up. I don't know what he calculated."

The foundation of Baixian Cave is far inferior to that of the Ancient Sword Sect, but this sect has a long history, and the ancestor of the sect is proficient in the divine power of Tianyan, and is a famous old fox in the world of immortal cultivation. Such a sect rashly explored the emperor's tomb and was inexplicably destroyed. It was abnormal no matter how you looked at it.

"Baixian Cave?"

The middle-aged male cultivator couldn't help asking.

"The old ghost of Chunyang Xianmen invited me to the Emperor's Tomb."

The white-haired swordsman did not hide it. The only thing that puzzled him was the purpose of Chunyang Xianmen.

The danger of the Emperor's Tomb was known to the entire cultivation world, and the Upper Nine Sects were no exception. Chunyang Xianmen did not know what they had obtained from the ruins, which gave them the courage to explore the Emperor's Tomb.

"No!"

When the middle-aged man and the old man behind him heard about the Emperor's Tomb, their faces changed drastically, and they spoke in unison to stop it.

"The Emperor's Tomb is a very dangerous place, which has been verified. Brother, there is no need to take risks, so as not to fall into the calculations of Chunyang Xianmen."

"What did Chunyang Xianmen dig out in the Tianwang Ruins?"

The white-haired swordsman ignored the two people's words and asked them.

"Dig out a fairy corpse..."

The old man responded from inside.

Fairy corpse!

Such a big commotion has naturally attracted people's attention a long time ago. The Upper Nine Sects are not monolithic. Each sect has spies planted by other sects. This is the case with the Ancient Sword Sect, and Chunyang Xianmen is naturally no exception.

"Immortal corpse..."

"Tianwang Ruins, Tianwang... Heavenly King, hey."

The white-haired sword cultivator laughed, his eyes piercing through the dark clouds in the distance, his eyes were deep, and I don't know what he was thinking.

"The great calamity is coming, and these people are still calculating these trivial matters."

"Great calamity? Are you sure, senior brother?"

The two people behind him heard the words of the white-haired sword cultivator, and their faces changed slightly. Standing at different angles, the problems they see are also different. With the cultivation and status of the white-haired sword cultivator, the calamity that he can call a great calamity is definitely not something that ordinary people can survive. If he fails, the entire world of immortal cultivation will be affected.

The white-haired sword cultivator sighed and did not reply.

It was half a year later when Chen Luo returned to the Miaoyinmen station again.

In half a year, no one knew what happened to the Miaoyinmen. The entire mountain gate disappeared, leaving only a huge pit in the shape of a crater, and black smoke came out of the huge pit.

Chen Luo fell from the air and searched around.

Only a few pieces of rags and a few balls of flesh and blood of unknown origin were found. It was unknown whether they were left by the masked corpse cultivator or Yin Xi and Blood God Son.

After he left that day, the three of them had a life-and-death battle.

Bypassing this area, Chen Luo flew along the cave entrance to the bottom of the giant pit, where he saw the seriously injured and dying earth dragon.

This earth dragon was the monster that had acted with Blood God Son. Judging from the result, it was most likely abandoned.

Mr. Chen was kind-hearted and could not bear to see others suffer, so he sent the earth dragon on its last journey very considerately.

Bang!

With one palm, it was clean and neat.

The flesh and blood were taken away, and the bone blood was bottled, which should be able to sell for a good price.

After dealing with the earth dragon, Chen Luo continued to search around.

"It is not right for Daoist Ren Ji to be alone."

His main purpose of coming here this time was to deal with the masked corpse cultivator.

After collecting Ren Ji's brain, he borrowed her experience to refine the corpse of the Blood God into a top-level corpse puppet. Now that the resentment has been absorbed, there is still a little material left.

Chen Luo naturally does not have this kind of top-level corpse refining material, and he does not know how long it will take to collect it alone, so Chen Luo thought of the masked corpse cultivator.

He has always been a man of promises, and he definitely did not come to avenge Ren Ji for such a small profit.

"Trace the source."

Chen Luo picked up a piece of flesh and blood and found the one he wanted from a pile of messy auras.

He did not recognize the aura of the masked corpse cultivator, but he knew the corpse puppet in the hands of the masked corpse cultivator. Ren Ji's brain was in his hand, and he used it as the origin to search for corpse puppets.

After a moment, Chen Luo reached out and grabbed this breath, pinched this breath with two fingers and gently pulled it back, and a wave exactly the same as Ren Ji's brain appeared in his perception.

This is the law of fate.