I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

Chen Luo stood nearby, observing the strength of the two newly minted corpse puppets.

The overall performance is pretty good.

The biggest advantage is that they are not afraid of death. No matter who they are, they will feel extremely troublesome when encountering an enemy who only knows how to attack but not to defend. The most important thing is that the body of the refined corpse is covered with corpse poison. If it is rubbed, it will be injured, and if it is touched, it will die.

The corpse poison on the body of a corpse-refining person at the Hedao level is even more exaggerated. Unless they are poison cultivators who specialize in the poison path, anyone who sees it will get a headache.

After the dust cleared, there were some scars on the surface of the two refined corpses. The clothes on the bodies of Master Chunyang and Xilou were also in tatters, and their auras fluctuated. The two of them never expected that, despite all their efforts, they couldn't even deal with the corpse puppet in each other's hands. If the main body had taken action together, wouldn't the two of them be trapped here? !

"There is something wrong with these two refined corpses. They have the aura of a living person, which can block my way."

"Find the main body first."

Both of them were immortal cultivators who were proficient in fighting skills, and they soon discovered the problem with the two corpse puppets in front of them.

"Found it!"

Xilou perked up.

He didn't expect Chen Luo to be so trusting and just watch from a short distance away. Although he used his magical powers to hide his whereabouts, there was always a way to detect it.

There are countless weird and wonderful methods in the world of cultivating immortals, and Xilou happens to have just that one.

"Purple Talisman!"

Xilou took out a purple talisman from the storage bag. This talisman was one of the three talismans given to Xixing by his ancestor when he went down the mountain. It contained a trace of the power of the fairy weapon.

"Don't you want to see immortal weapons? I will grant your wish."

After incorporating spiritual power, the entire talisman paper burned.

Xilou waved his sleeves and controlled the talisman to fly towards the sky. Vermilion flames lit up on the surface of the talisman paper. The spiritual flames lit up, and a huge copper bell appeared in the sky. Vaguely, a hazy shadow appeared next to the bronze bell, and the man made a fist with his right hand and hit the shadow of the bronze bell hard.

Boom!

The sound waves did not spread, but stagnated around the bronze bell, transforming into various strange magical instruments. Swords, guns, swords and halberds, swords, forks, axes and axes.

The forces hovered in the air for a moment, then exploded. Magical weapons of different shapes scattered in all directions, and nearly two-thirds of them rushed toward Chen Luo. The entire sky was covered by this power, the spiritual energy was sucked out, all the mana and magical powers were stripped away, even the 'Tao' was isolated, and a brand new energy appeared in the void.

Fairy spirit!

These auras are colorful and beautiful to look at, but the energy contained in them is deadly.

Chen Luo once read a story. In the story, the protagonist reaches the fairy world through a special method, takes on the body of a mortal, inhales the spirit of the fairy, then practices for thousands of miles, and finally returns to the lower world to pretend to be a slap in the face.

But when I really came into contact with Chen Luo, I realized how ridiculous this was.

The more powerful the force, the more destructive it will be. For mortals without spiritual roots, aura is a high-level energy that they cannot touch. It is a level of fairy energy that is one level higher than aura. Just take a breath and you will die suddenly.

The body burned and turned into dust and dissipated.

A few of the magical artifacts transformed by the phantom of the bronze bell scattered and exploded after losing their target, falling to the ground below.

Click.

The ground cracked and ripple-shaped cracks exploded, spreading in a circular pattern centered on the area where the three people were. The landscape of the snow-capped mountains was smashed into dozens of areas of different sizes by these scattered virtual soldiers. Groundwater surged up from the cracks. The village where the Iron Spear Temple is located turned into an isolated island. It was displaced and many houses collapsed.

The only good thing is that there were no casualties.

The incense gods above the Iron Spear Temple protected everyone in the village.

The cracks that opened extended all the way to the edge of the sea, opening up the ice and allowing cold seawater to pour in, turning this area into a land of marshes.

The snowy mountains completely disappeared.

Instead, there is an inland sea, with nearly a hundred islands of various sizes floating in the middle of the endless ocean. These islands were spliced ​​together from fragments scattered after the collapse of the Snowy Mountains.

The shadow of the bronze bell in mid-air slowly dispersed after the sound disappeared.

Headmaster Chunyang and Xilou stood in the sky, returning to their aloof postures.

"You actually wasted one of my spiritual talismans. It's really not a pity to die..."

Phew!

Before Xilou finished speaking, he saw the 'Master Chunyang' next to him suddenly take action. His arm penetrated his body like a blade, and the cold corpse poison spread along the wound. Then the palms of his hands joined together, grabbing his soul and moving it outward.

"It's really a pity."

His face was distorted, and Headmaster Chunyang, who was originally standing side by side with Xilou, suddenly turned into Chen Luo.

The other party looked like he was taking a leisurely stroll, and not even the corners of his clothes were touched.

‘Ancestor of Snow Mountain! ? The person I just used the magic talisman to kill... was the headmaster? ’

The thought flashed past. The corpse poison eroded the whole body along the wounds, and this high-spirited elder of the Chunyang Immortal Sect died here inexplicably.

"The noise was quite loud. Unfortunately, the soul is too weak and there are flaws all over the body. It is not as good as Zhao Dongge, a casual cultivator."

Chen Luo grabbed the corpse, took away his brain, and then went through the entire inheritance inheritance process. After that, he didn't forget to drag him into the Soul Flag family.

After dealing with this, Chen Luo glanced regretfully at the place where Master Chunyang died.

It was so clean that no residue was left.

The power of the immortal weapon was indeed overbearing.

Compared with this power, Chen Luo felt that the semi-immortal hammer in his hand was a fake. Except for the half word "immortal" in the name, it had nothing to do with the immortal weapon.

"If the Upper Nine Sects all had immortal weapons of this level, the Plague Beast Tribulation would never end this era."

The Qianli Marshland under his feet allowed Chen Luo to come into contact with the power of immortal weapons and gain a clearer understanding of the Upper Nine Sects.

No wonder the Upper Nine Sects were still high and mighty in the Corpse Immortal Dao era eight thousand years later. With this kind of power in hand, they were inherently invincible. No matter how the outside world changed, as long as the immortals did not come out, no one could do anything to them.

'You have to keep a low profile for a while. '

Retracting his breath, Chen Luo turned into a beam of light and disappeared into the sky.

After killing two big men this time, the Chunyang Immortal Sect would definitely not let him go. He had to run away before the other party found him.

He had already thought about where to go, to the Ancient Sword Sect. With the Ancient Sword Sect, which is also one of the upper nine sects, blocking the way, he doesn't have to worry even if the Pure Yang Sect comes with immortal tools.

'I feel a little sorry for Brother Jiaolong. He spent so many spiritual materials, but he didn't make a single pill. But there's nothing I can do about it. Refining pills is not as important as my life...'

The thought flashed through his mind, but was quickly forgotten by Chen Luo.

The treacherous Snow Mountain Patriarch had been killed by the masters of the Pure Yang Sect. He is now a sword cultivator of the Ancient Sword Sect! He doesn't know any King Jiaolong.

While flying, the aura of the brain changed rapidly.

When he landed on the ground, his clothes and hair accessories all turned into those of a sword cultivator. He also carried two swords on his back.

One black and one white, with sword energy.

"Brother."

As soon as Chen Luo landed, he saw two figures flying over from a distance, one of whom was greeting him.

The brain that Chen Luo borrowed was a fourth-generation disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect, with a spiritual transformation level.

He is a person with a relatively introverted personality. He doesn't have many friends on weekdays. The only ones he has some friendship with are the two people in front of him.

All this information was read by Chen Luo from the obsession of the dead brain. Since he dared to choose this identity, he naturally made full preparations. Sneaking into the Ancient Sword Sect to prevent disasters is only one of the purposes. Chen Luo also wants to go to the Ancient Sword Sect to see if he can find some high-level brains that died unexpectedly.

If possible, he also wants to see the immortal tools of the Ancient Sword Sect.

"Why are you two here?"

Chen Luo smiled, and his expression and attitude were exactly the same as the person in his memory. Even if someone brought a magic tool to test, he would not notice any abnormality.

"The Pure Yang Immortal Sect has not been very peaceful recently. The ancestor asked us to go to the Immortal Gourd Mouth to collect some information and solve the two plague beasts that destroyed the spiritual field."

The two disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect did not doubt him. The Chen Luo in front of them was exactly the same as the senior brother in their memory.

"How long will it take before the sect formation is opened?"

The Ancient Sword Sect is not in a fixed place.

Chen Luo had heard about this news a long time ago. Now that he was using this identity, he naturally had to get into the mountain gate. Only by going there could he ensure his own safety.

"There are still three months."

"Brother, do you want to go on a mission with us? The reward for the mission given by the ancestor this time is very generous."

The two disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect did not doubt him and invited Chen Luo.

"I have some important things to deal with when I return to the mountain this time."

Chen Luo naturally could not go down the mountain with the two of them to do the mission. He had killed the headmaster and elders of the Pure Yang Immortal Sect, and the hatred was too great. He had to hide in the Ancient Sword Sect as soon as possible.

"That's a pity."

"I was thinking that my brother could go with us to catch the plague beast."

Looking at the casual attitude of the two disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect, Chen Luo became more and more certain of his guess.

The plague beast disaster is definitely not the main reason for the destruction of this era. Few of the disciples of the Upper Nine Sects who have been in the fourth generation or more have taken the plague beast seriously. Judging from the meaning behind their words, they should have known about the existence of the plague beast a long time ago.

"There are plenty of opportunities for missions."

Chen Luo chatted with the two for a while, and learned some things from them that were not in his obsession, and then he got up and left.

Chunyang Immortal Gate.

Xiang Xixing looked at the two broken life cards in front of him, his face as gloomy as water.

He never thought that the two people he sent down the mountain would be killed in the blink of an eye, and the kind of people whose souls could not be found after death. (End of this chapter)