I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

Dawang Village was originally just an ordinary mountain village, and the villagers relied on hunting and farming for generations. After the establishment of the "Iron Spear Temple", Dawang Village gathered some popularity, and its scale was several times larger than before, with a slight trend of urbanization.

Chen Luo walked into Dawang Village and saw two newly built bluestone roads.

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There are restaurants and teahouses on both sides, as well as some jugglers, which looks very lively. These people are all villagers who make a living around the "Iron Spear Temple".

"Incense."

Standing in front of the Iron Spear Temple, Chen Luo stopped. The tracking of the origin seal ended here, and the last place where the breath disappeared was the teahouse in front.

Looking at the incense gathered in the Iron Spear Temple and the illusory shadow of the "incense god" above the temple, Chen Luo sensed a breath of the legendary world.

Going up the stairs, Chen Luo came to the window on the second floor.

This is where the breath was cut off. Not long ago, the masked corpse cultivator and his wife Ren Ji stayed here for a short time. Looking down from the window, the gate of the Iron Spear Temple is below.

"How miserable!"

"I don't know where the murderer came from. He is so bold that he dares to kill even the temple owner. Aren't you afraid of the punishment of the master?"

A burst of noise came from below.

Soon, a group of people were seen carrying a corpse out of the Iron Spear Temple. The corpse was covered with a white cloth. Judging from the expressions of these villagers, the dead person should be a big shot.

Chen Luo's consciousness moved, and soon he saw the face of the withered corpse under the white cloth.

This person was Lai Ergou, who picked up the fragments of his tribulation artifact.

"Huh?"

Chen Luo narrowed his eyes, and then his figure flashed and appeared downstairs.

Several young men were carrying the corpse and walking out of the village. Chen Luo's appearance did not attract anyone's attention. In their field of vision, there was no such person as Chen Luo.

The illusory figure passed through the crowd, walked to the side of the corpse, and pressed his palm against the face of the corpse.

'Contacted with the brain waves of the dead, damage degree 7%, do you want to read it? '

After the familiar interface, Chen Luo retracted his arm.

'How can Widow Pan live without me? '

'The master will definitely kill this monster! '

Lai Ergou had two obsessions, the first of which Chen Luo automatically ignored. The second one was exactly the clue Chen Luo was looking for.

The masked corpse cultivator did not know what method he used to cut off the tracking of the origin seal. This magical power "borrowed" from Ge Xian still had many flaws. If Ge Xian took action, this situation would never happen.

"Are you actually moving away? Have you given up?"

Chen Luo's eyes flashed, and he instantly turned into a stream of light and chased out of the village.

The masked corpse cultivator's escape speed was very fast.

After searching the soul of the temple master, he felt something was wrong. This famous Snow Mountain is really just an empty shell! The so-called first deputy headmaster, his mind is full of the fat widow at the entrance of the village. The content of the picture is so explosive.

When he thought of these contents, the old face of the masked corpse cultivator could not help but darken.

He is an old monster who has practiced for two lifetimes, and his age in the two lifetimes added up to more than 5,000 years. He didn't remember how long he hadn't seen such primitive pictures, but he didn't expect that this time the soul search would give him a big one. The temple master named Lai De's mind was full of these things, and he didn't have any information about the Snow Mountain Ancestor he wanted.

"The Snow Mountain Old Ghost must have noticed the problem, and he was careless this time."

Sensing the warning breath that kept coming from the spirituality.

The speed of the masked corpse cultivator's feet increased a bit, and the two refined corpses that had been following him before were also collected by him. Out of caution, he transformed himself into an old woman, and his cultivation level was only at the Foundation Establishment Realm.

They all worked their way up among the casual cultivators. They had escaped countless times, so they naturally knew how to hide the safest way.

"Who!"

While thinking about it, a feeling of extreme danger surged into his heart.

The masked corpse cultivator didn't think twice and slapped back. The palm condensed and twisted into a ball of green poisonous mist.

All the green plants and rocks along the way were covered by the green poison and corroded.

The surrounding scene was visibly rotten, and the rich corpse gas spread. The forest that was originally green mountains and clear waters turned into a black stone wasteland in a blink of an eye. A large number of ghost fires emerged in the air, and coffins emerged from the ground one after another. Even the moonlight above was covered by the black cloud of death.

After a palm, the masked corpse cultivator turned quickly, grabbed the coffin on the left, and pulled it with his right hand.

The lid of the coffin fell down, and Ren Ji's corpse puppet walked out of it.

The most powerful power of the corpse cultivator is the corpse in his hand.

Even for corpse cultivators in the Hedao realm, it was the same. When he was still in the Qi Refining Realm, Chen Luo had come into contact with the way of corpse cultivation, and he made a good friend at that time. Later, he also recruited several brains who had made great achievements in the field of corpse cultivation.

So he was faster than the masked corpse cultivator.

At the moment when the corpse puppet was about to walk out of the coffin, he had already made a move. The movement was very small, almost silent.

The black chessboard hit the back of the masked corpse cultivator's head from behind. The power of Daoyun exploded at the moment of hitting, and it was not until he finished hitting and let go that the masked corpse cultivator realized that he had been ambushed.

Bang!

His head exploded, and only a scream was heard. The upper half of the masked corpse cultivator exploded into blood mist on the spot, and the frightened Nascent Soul flew out from the corpse.

"What 'Tao' is this?!"

There is no trace of the attack at all, nor the fluctuation of spiritual power. He didn't even notice the Dao Yun he released, which meant that the person in front of him had a better understanding of 'Dao' than he did. His 'Tao' crushed his own 'Ghost Tao'.

"right way!"

With a 'pop' sound, a dark hand reached out from behind and grabbed the Nascent Soul cultivator in the mask. The ancient corpse poison spread along the palm, but in the blink of an eye, the Nascent Soul poison in his hand was turned into poison. Bloody water.

"Fang Tianzun's legacy!"

The voice of the masked corpse cultivator sounded full of hatred.

His original plan was to sneak attack on the opponent, but somehow he became the one being attacked. Looking at the almost fully formed corpse puppet, his hatred suddenly reached its limit.

He was clearly the one who discovered this body first!

In the end, he was intercepted by this despicable villain, and now he is plotting against him.

It can be said that you lose with one step and lose with every step!

Now that he had lost the initiative and was attacked by someone, his physical body and Nascent Soul were destroyed. He had to escape from this place as soon as possible. Take a new body and come back again.

'As long as the green mountains are preserved and there is no need for firewood, the corpse will be stored in this person's hands for now. After it recovers, it will come back to cause trouble for this person.'

Before the masked corpse cultivator could finish his thoughts, he saw Chen Luo opposite him taking out something from the storage bag.

A gray soul flag.

"Soul cultivation?!!"

"Don't worry, fellow Taoist. I have many friends here, and I will introduce them to you." Chen Luo grinned.

He saw the soul flag in his hand fluctuate slightly, and twisted and ferocious evil souls emerged from it one after another.

Especially the nine evil souls headed by him looked at him like he was looking at a little sheep.

'so much'

The last thought flashed through the masked corpse cultivator's mind.

After cultivating so many evil souls, why is this person not crazy?

Half a day later.

A stream of light pierced the sky and appeared in this unrecognizable abandoned forest.

The visitor was an old man wearing a Taoist robe from the Chunyang Immortal Sect. He frowned, as if he was looking for someone. The dispersed consciousness was retracted, and he ducked to the bottom pile of rocks. He stretched out his hand and the pile of rocks exploded, revealing the deep pit below.

The old man squatted down and picked up a little dust from the cracks in the stone.

"Ashes?!"

The old man frowned.

Who is so particular about killing someone and helping them bury them in their graves?

‘It’s easier if you have ashes. ’

Putting this wisp of ashes in the palm of his hand, the old man raised his left hand, his index and middle fingers together, and a little spiritual light came on.

In an instant, there was a dark wind all around, and the old man standing in the middle was wearing robes and hair, and his beard and hair were flying upside down. He suddenly opened his eyes and shouted loudly.

"You haven't come back yet!"

A cold aura swept across the mountain forest, and the desolate and abandoned woods became even weirder under the erosion of this aura. There was a layer of gray mist among the trees and rocks, and there seemed to be something vaguely moving inside.

The old man turned his right hand sharply and wrote the word 'return' in the air.

The wind in the mountains and forests became stronger, more and more shadows were walking behind me, and the footsteps became more and more dense, as if there were hundreds or even thousands of people walking around. Behind the original hazy shadows, there were some wandering souls wearing black clothes.

A trace of cold sweat broke out on the old man's forehead.

Something's wrong!

Where is the soul?

The magical power used by the old man is the secret technique of ghost cultivation to summon spirits. As long as the person has died for less than a month, he can use this secret technique to bring back the soul.

But now, he used the wisp of ashes in his hand to recruit for a long time, but he didn't attract anything. Instead, he attracted some things that were difficult to deal with.

"Disperse!"

After a while, the old man persisted to the limit, and the aura in his hand began to fade away. The wind in the forest suddenly dropped by half, and the hazy gray shadow began to disappear. Just when he thought the summoning was about to end, a black shadow suddenly hit him.

boom! !

The old man seemed to have been prepared. The moment the black shadow took action, a purple jade talisman lit up in his hand. The two forces collided and a black-purple ball exploded. The originally dilapidated wasteland collapsed again under the impact of this force.

Reluctant roars spread throughout the mountains and forests. After this blow, the black shadow's power was completely exhausted, and it disappeared along with the previously hazy gray shadow.

Click!

The purple jade talisman in the old man's hand shattered into pieces, and the jade remnants slipped from his fingers.

His face looked a little ugly. He wasted a precious jade talisman, but in the end he didn't find any useful clues.

"What's this?"

Just as the old man was about to leave, a dark bone caught his attention under the broken earth... (End of Chapter)