I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

Bang!

Just as the two were discussing the immortal weapon, a wave of spiritual energy suddenly came from the side. The bursting wind spread out everywhere like springs. Most of the tables and chairs in the tea stall were blown away in an instant, and two immortal cultivators who were relatively close to each other were swept in, seriously injured and flew out with blood spurting out.

Seeing this, the others quickly dispersed. Chen Luo and Mu Jianyu were also mixed in the crowd, but they did not move away, but fell onto the big tree next to them. The owner of the tea shop tried to stop him, but failed.

The cultivation levels of both combatants exceeded the foundation-building realm, and there was nothing he could do.

The fight came and went quickly.

In just a few moments, the two sides decided the winner.

"It was you people who killed Junior Brother Lin."

The smoke dispersed, and a stern female cultivator holding a long sword stepped on the face of a skinny young man with one foot, the expression on her face was full of pleasure.

"Junior sister, don't be swayed by your emotions, be careful not to be possessed."

Behind the female cultivator, a middle-aged man carrying a long sword spoke. These two people were wearing the clothes of the Ancient Sword Sect. Judging from their auras, they should be formal disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect, and they had all understood the sword's intention.

Phew!

The sword light flashed, and the Chunyang Immortal Sect disciple who was subdued below died on the spot.

After killing the man, the female cultivator rubbed her sword twice on the headless body of the other person. Then he took back his sword and said to the middle-aged man behind him.

"These Chunyang Immortal Sect dogs are just like weeds. No matter how hard you kill them, you can't kill them all."

The female cultivator's eyes were filled with hatred.

Her junior brother died in the hands of the Chunyang Immortal Sect not long ago. When he was found, there was only one head left, and his death was extremely miserable. This brought the female cultivator's hatred towards the Chunyang Immortal Sect to the extreme. During this period, all the disciples of the Chunyang Immortal Sect who fell into her hands did not end well.

"These people who dare to sneak in must have the support of the sect behind them. Maybe they are performing the sect's mission just like us."

The middle-aged man stepped forward and took away the storage bag from the Chunyang Immortal Sect disciple in a familiar manner. When you go out to perform a mission, the biggest reward is these trophies. If you use it well, you can accumulate enough merits for a breakthrough in one mission.

"They are destined to fail this time. I heard that our ancestors have awakened. Two days ago, the sect master and the elders above the Transformation God went to the back mountain."

"The Patriarch is awake? How many generations of Patriarchs are there?"

"I heard that he is the second-generation ancestor, the same generation as the ancestor 'Kunwu'."

After collecting the loot, the two stood up and prepared to leave. The swordsmanship of the Ancient Sword Sect is extremely domineering, but anyone killed by the swordsmanship of the Ancient Sword Sect has no possibility of living again. This is related to the swordsmanship that the Ancient Sword Sect majors in.

Just as the two of them were about to leave, a huge vermilion tree suddenly came across next to them. This huge tree was carved with a coiled dragon, which blocked the way for the two of them as soon as it appeared. Under the strong wind, the vitality of the surrounding world was in chaos.

Bang!

The middle-aged man who was half a step ahead couldn't dodge and was hit by the coiled dragon pillar. He flew out and slid for dozens of meters before stopping.

"who?!"

The two spoke at the same time, and the female cultivator drew out her sword and placed it across her chest.

"Who is the second-generation ancestor you just mentioned?"

The Panlong Pillar shrank little by little, revealing the person holding the stick behind it. This is a rough man with a shiny head. He is eight feet tall and has an angry look on his face. A pair of bloodshot eyes stared at the two people talking. There was another person following behind him. This person's hair was very long, as fluffy as a chicken coop on his head. His bony face had blue will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes. At first glance, he was definitely not a righteous monk.

"The two demons of anger and hatred of Chunyang Immortal Sect!"

The moment they saw the face of the visitor, both of them looked a little ugly. They never expected that such a small person from a remote area would bump into these two old guys.

Among the Chunyang Immortal Sect, these two old guys are notoriously sinister.

They never fight with monks of the same realm. What they like to do most is to bully the small. When he was building the foundation, he bullied the Qi-refining monks, and after forming the elixir, he bullied the foundation-building monks. Along the way, it can be said that he has gained notoriety.

"Huh? I didn't expect that in this remote place, there are still people who know our brothers." The skinny old devil grinned, and his teeth were filled with bloodshot eyes. He didn't look like a normal person at first glance.

The skinny old devil walked forward step by step.

Two disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect, a man and a woman, kept retreating.

If they were to fight against each other in the same realm, they would naturally not be afraid. But the cultivation level of the two old guys in front of them is much higher than the two of them. Even if they risk their lives, there is a high probability that they will not be able to hurt these two people.

"You two have trespassed into the spiritual realm of our Ancient Sword Sect, aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

The middle-aged man winked at the female cultivator next to him and told her to go first. The people who had been frightened away by the aftermath of the confrontation had gathered around now. Although he didn't intervene, he was watching from a distance. It won't take long for the strong men from the God Refining Realm of their Ancient Sword Sect to come over.

Chen Luo and Mu Jianyu did not expect to encounter such a thing. When I came out to do a 'delayed mission', I encountered two confrontations.

The tasks of both parties have been tit for tat since the launch.

It can also be seen from these details that the current situation of the two cases has indeed reached a critical point. The upper echelons of the sect may have already surrendered. This means that if the two of them run fast, if they run slower, they will definitely be involved. If they don't go to the battlefield, their identities will be exposed, and if they go to the battlefield, they will risk death.

"I didn't expect that there had been conflicts between the Shangjiu Sects."

Mu Jianyu knew very little about the Shangjiu Sect. She didn't know all the names, let alone the conflict they had eight thousand years ago.

"This is an inevitable dispute on the road to becoming an immortal."

Chen Luo said with a flat look.

Based on the practice method of this era that swallows up the spiritual beings of the world, the top experts are destined to collide. The further you go up, the scarcer the resources become. The longer it takes for spiritual creatures to grow, this irreconcilable contradiction in resources is destined to evolve into a conflict.

"My eldest brother asked you who is awake!"

The two demons of Anger and Hate were obviously impatient when asked the question. The angry man who spoke earlier grabbed the dragon-coiling stick and swept it across.

The light shines brightly, and the pillar in the hand grows in the wind.

Bang!

The female cultivator with the sword across her chest was struck by the giant stick before she could react. The aura on the long sword dimmed, and the sword flew out of his hand. His whole body rolled to the side like tatters, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

"Mei Yao!"

The middle-aged man's face was full of anxiety, and he subconsciously wanted to rush over to save people. But before he could move, he saw a hand suddenly stretched out from the side. This hand was shaped like a dragon's claw and pinched his throat.

Gray power spread along his fingers and spread throughout his body, causing him to lose the ability to move instantly. His whole body collapsed to the ground, with only his eyes still able to move.

"I smell anger."

The bald man who had taken action before turned around with a smile on his face. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he was smelling the fragrance in the air.

"There's less hate."

The skinny man stretched out his right hand, pinched the middle-aged man's head with his bone-claw-like palm, and lifted him up.

"You don't hate me?"

The middle-aged man coughed up another mouthful of blood. He was only at the early stage of forming pills, and was not at the same level as the two old demons in the God Transformation Realm in front of him. There is a Nascent Soul Realm between the two sides, and the gap is so big that they don't even have the ability to fight back.

He was extremely angry now. He hated himself for being weak, and also hated the two old demons opposite him for bullying the younger ones. The anger that the bald man 'smelled' was released from these two emotions.

"It's okay not to hate it."

The skinny old demon was very dissatisfied. He grabbed the middle-aged male cultivator and walked step by step in front of the female cultivator.

He grabbed the female cultivator with his other hand.

"Don't kill people, I haven't absorbed enough."

The angry-eyed strong man reminded him.

"Don't worry, I'm just trying to find a way to make him hate me."

The skinny old demon paid attention to the emotional changes of the middle-aged male cultivator, grabbed the female cultivator's hand and slowly moved it down from her head. Dry fingers traced the female cultivator's fair skin, slowly falling to the core.

"stop!!"

The middle-aged male cultivator's eyes widened, and his anger gradually changed, developing towards murderous intent.

The skinny old devil was obviously dissatisfied.

What he needs is hate.

So his bony palms grabbed the dress on the female cultivator's chest and pulled hard. There was only a "tearing" sound, and a large piece of the female cultivator's gown was torn off in an instant, revealing a large area of ​​white skin underneath. This scene shocked both of them, and the suppressed female cultivator struggled more and more fiercely. The middle-aged man's eyes were about to burst, and blood was flowing down his eyeballs.

It's a pity that the gap between the two realms made her struggle futile.

"That's right, hate"

The skinny old demon showed a satisfied expression on his face, and he took a deep breath. The aura emanating from the Gu Jian Sect's two men turned into two streams of white gas visible to the naked eye, pouring into his body along his nasal cavity.

"Don't play people to death before asking who the old guy is who woke up."

The angry-eyed strong man next to him spoke up to remind him.

"They can't die. The two of them are official disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect and are at the level of pill formation. They can be taken back and raised for a long time."

The skinny old devil said with an indifferent expression.

The tone was like discussing two animals. After hearing the words of the skinny old demon, the middle-aged man finally couldn't bear it any longer. He roared angrily, and his spiritual power instantly reversed, trying to use the golden elixir to self-destruct to buy his junior sister time to escape.

"Want to blow yourself up? No."

The skinny old devil stretched out his index finger and flicked it between the middle-aged man's eyebrows.

Gray ripples exploded, and the spiritual power that the middle-aged man had finally gathered was instantly knocked back by this force and returned to his body, unable to move at all.

"I'll feed you two well."

In the market, a hidden disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect could no longer hold back and subconsciously prepared to rescue him.

He didn't force himself on it without thinking, but prepared a lot of talismans.

Trying to use the talisman to self-destruct to create a chance to escape. (End of chapter)