I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

After a while, Chen Luo very considerately helped the two old demons end their suffering and found them a new big family. However, judging from their appearance, even if they joined the big family, they could only do odd jobs and could not become leaders.

"Thank you, two seniors."

The middle-aged man and the female cultivator who escaped death flew over quickly and thanked Chen Luo and Mu Jianyu. The female cultivator had changed into new clothes and the color on her face had recovered a lot.

"Thank you, seniors, for saving my life."

The three disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect who had been hiding aside and not taking action before also gathered together.

The disciple holding the talisman looked at Mu Jianyu with admiration.

All of them were sword cultivators, so they naturally understood the value of Mu Jianyu's previous sword. Even in their Ancient Sword Sect, the strong ones who could chop out such sword energy must be elders, far beyond the reach of ordinary disciples like them.

"Let's go."

Chen Luo collected the residual soul and turned to walk towards the market.

Seeing this, Mu Jianyu quickly followed, leaving behind a group of Ancient Sword Sect disciples who wanted to curry favor with him but failed, full of regret. This is a master of the Sword Sect. If they can establish a relationship with him, they may be promoted directly to the true disciple when they return to the sect.

The mission went very smoothly.

The two demons of anger and hatred cleared out all the casual cultivators, greatly reducing the complexity of the mission. The two of them completed all the tasks in just a cup of tea. The "temporary identity card" in Mu Jianyu's hand was extended for one month, and his authority became that of an outer disciple.

"Are you going back now?"

Mu Jianyu played with the identity token in his hand and asked Chen Luo.

"No hurry for now, I'll go and confirm something first."

It was not easy to avoid the battlefield, how could he rush back at this time. He is now waiting for two pieces of news, one is the location of the immortal weapon of the Ancient Sword Sect, and the second is the place where the old predecessors such as Qiu Shui Sword Master sit and die.

The first piece of news is not easy to find out, but he already has some clues about the second piece of news. It's just right to take advantage of the opportunity of the two sects fighting to go to the place where they sit and die.

"What's the matter?"

"Exploring the graves."

Chunyang Immortal Sect.

White auspicious clouds floated in the sky, and the huge domain was dragged slowly forward by several fierce beasts. This domain is not large, only half the size of the Ancient Sword Sect. But the terrain here is more rugged. On the small floating island of the domain, there are nine immortal mountains.

There is a palace on each immortal mountain.

The palaces are connected by white jade bridges. From the top, it looks like a big circle.

The eight directions are auxiliary, and the center is the main.

The palace in the center is the most majestic. At the top is a building similar to a bell tower, with a gray copper bell hanging above it. Three old-looking Chunyang Immortal Sect monks stood by the copper bell. One of them wiped the dust off the copper bell with his hand and said.

"Let's start."

"Okay!"

The two people next to him walked away to the left and right, and the three of them surrounded the copper bell in the middle in a triangle, and then raised their hands at the same time and put their palms on the copper bell. After absorbing the power of the three runes, the dusty copper bell began to tremble slightly. The copper dust fell off, revealing the golden text underneath.

Buzz! !

The low sound of the bell resounded through the world, and a strong wind came from the bell tower, blowing across the entire Chunyang Immortal Sect.

The robes of the three old men closest to them rustled, and their hair and beards flew backwards.

"Please call the Immortal Bell!"

"Please call the Immortal Bell!!"

The three men spoke at the same time, and the spiritual power in their bodies poured into the bronze bell like water. The golden text on the surface of the bronze bell became brighter and brighter, and the aura became stronger and stronger. In contrast, the aura of the three monks of the Chunyang Immortal Sect withered visibly. The marks originally printed on the palms of the three of them seemed to have lost their color and became extremely dim.

Dong! ! !

Another bell sounded.

The three people at close range spit out blood at the same time, and the two on the left and right were shaken away and hit the stone pillar behind. Only the one in the middle stabilized his body. He resisted the surging spiritual power in his body and stretched out his hand to press on the surface of the bronze bell. The spiritual power in his body was connected to the bronze bell, and the impact of his serious injury quickly disappeared. The spiritual power consumed before also began to flow back, and a trace of blood returned to his face.

"It's a pity that only 10% of the power was awakened."

The breath calmed down, and a trace of regret flashed in the old man's eyes. He retracted his palm, and the dim mark on the palm became clear and bright again, and the special power flowed in it.

"It's enough. As long as we can grab that mineral vein, we have a chance to survive this disaster."

The two people who were seriously injured and vomiting blood next to him stood up staggeringly.

The power of the three great Hedao monks was poured into the immortal bell, in exchange for 10% of the power of the immortal bell. This 10% of power was enough to help them seize the initiative and catch the Ancient Sword Sect off guard. By the time the other party reacted, they had already grabbed what they wanted.

"It's a pity that none of us three have reached the Tribulation Realm. If the Tribulation Monk took action, the degree of recovery of the immortal bell could at least reach 30%."

"If there really was a Tribulation Realm cultivation, we wouldn't have come to this point."

The three sighed, and then their eyes turned firm.

Half a day later.

A stream of light flew away from the Pure Yang Immortal Sect and flew towards the direction of the Ancient Sword Sect.

The scale of the Dao Sect battle began to spread outward.

Countless sects were involved. The Immortal Dao League, which was formed not long ago, seemed to have become a joke at this moment. The plague beast disaster that everyone was paying attention to just a moment ago suddenly became a scabby disease that no one cared about. Everyone's attention was on the Ancient Sword Sect and the Pure Yang Immortal Sect.

The plague beast is still raging.

The friction between the Ancient Sword Sect and the Chunyang Immortal Sect has become increasingly fierce.

A few days later, the Chunyang Immortal Sect officially entered the spiritual realm where the Ancient Sword Sect was located, and the two sides started a big battle at Hulukou. Several elders from the Return to Void Realm took action, and even a deacon from the Divine Transformation Realm died. The number of dead disciples at the bottom cannot be counted.

"The sect's mission has changed. Let's go to Hulukou to deliver the elixir."

Mu Jianyu looked at the changing information on the mission token and said to Chen Luo in front.

In the mountains and forests.

Chen Luo walked in front, holding a compass in one hand and constantly calculating with the other. The aura on his body has also changed a lot from a few days ago. At this moment, Chen Luo looks like a magic stick.

Not far ahead, a golden mouse was scurrying around among the old forests in the mountains, as if looking for something.

This mouse was the treasure-hunting mouse that Chen Luo threw into the cave gourd and raised as waste for hundreds of years. It was also thanks to the special breed of this guy, otherwise by the time Chen Luo remembered it, it would have been turned into a field filled with rats.

"Not going."

Chen Luo said without looking back.

He was not a true disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect, so how could he go there and work hard.

According to the information fed back by the avatar, the Ancient Sword Sect and the Chunyang Immortal Sect have been playing tricks on each other recently, and the level of fighting has risen to the realm of returning to the virtual world. When this time passed, someone would accidentally catch someone's eye.

Too dangerous!

Definitely can't go.

"If you don't go, you will be expelled from the sect."

Mu Jianyu was speechless. She had managed to sneak into the Ancient Sword Sect and did a delayed mission to improve her status, but she had to give up in the blink of an eye. This made her somewhat confused about Chen Luo's purpose.

"Joining again after being expelled is nothing more than changing your identity."

Chen Luo looked at the compass and stopped.

The tomb of Qiu Shui Sword Master was not easy to find. Chen Luo used the brain of 'Tianji Monk' to calculate for several days and even sent out treasure-hunting rats. Two foundation-building and core-forming ruins were excavated, but the place where Qiushui Sword Master rested has never been found.

Buzz! !

Suddenly, a strange sound came from a distance.

Chen Luo felt a palpitation in his heart, as did Mu Jianyu next to him. They both raised their heads and looked up at the same time. I saw the sun that was originally hanging in the sky, but I don’t know when it dropped.

The falling sun sucked out all the surrounding light, darkening the entire area.

The spiritual energy burned, sending out scorching waves of air.

The soil on the ground was visibly dry and cracked, the green plants that originally grew on the ground quickly withered, and large tracts of woods burned.

Chunyang!

Although there was no sound, everyone in the ancient sword sect's spiritual realm heard it at this moment. This is a voice from a higher level, a power beyond the level of spiritual power. If you really want to describe it, it is the aura of the fairy spirit.

There is an extra word "immortal" in the spiritual energy.

A figure walked out of the scorching sun holding a big clock with one hand. This person is like a god of fire, standing in the air. The entire battlefield in the Hulukou area was burned into a twisted shape by the temperature released by the ancient bell.

"Pure Yang Fire."

The figure raised his sleeves and waved downwards.

In just an instant, all the immortal cultivators in the spiritual realm where Hulukou was located spontaneously ignited. From spiritual power to divine soul, everything that could be seen with the naked eye turned into Yang Fire.

"Immortal weapon?!"

"He is the second generation ancestor of Chunyang Immortal Sect!!"

The bodies of the two Elders of the Ancient Sword Sect were destroyed, and their souls wanted to escape. As a result, just after flying for a while, the soul was ignited and burned into black gas in the blink of an eye.

The sun fire dissipates.

The man in the void stretched out his hand and grabbed it downwards. He grabbed an entire mountain range and put it in his sleeve.

"stop!!"

Just as the bell holder was about to leave, a startling and angry voice came from the direction of the Ancient Sword Sect.

The figure holding the ancient clock turned around, looked at the figure flying over, raised his hand and clapped it.

Boom! !

The hot ripples spread out into spherical air waves, the ground exploded, and flames ignited on the rocks. In the air, all spiritual energy was ignited, forming an extreme world with only pure Yang fire.

The flying Ancient Sword Sect Hedao groaned, and all the Dao charm around him was disrupted.

As a last resort, he could only quickly retreat and at the same time took out ten purple talismans from his sleeves. These talismans are all talisman papers that contain the power of immortal weapons.

Ten talismans exploded at the same time, finally blocking the sound of the bell.

"Yang Wusheng, you have crossed the line."

Gu Jian Zong He Dao, who had stabilized his body, did not dare to step forward anymore, and looked at Chunyang Xian Sect He Dao with eyes full of anger.

"Where is the border in this place?"

Yang Wusheng took back the bronze bell in his hand, and the shadow turned into white breath and retracted into his palm, turning into a mark on his palm.

A 10% strength Pure Yang Immortal Bell is enough for him to suppress all powerful enemies.