I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

Gray clouds covered the sky. The oval-shaped ‘sun’ was suspended in the sky. Purple-brown light spread from the ‘sun’, and all the mountains and rivers below were covered with purple.

The trees swayed and the leaves fell silently.

Insects moved silently through the soil. Wherever the purple light illuminated, the sound seemed to be wiped out, turning it into a silent painting.

The gate of the Qionghua Sect was directly below the purple light.

This Taoist sect, which once dominated the southwest, seemed to have changed its people at this moment. The spiritual energy surrounding the sect was completely cleared, and even the disciples were restricted to the mountain and were not allowed to go out. The sect was surrounded by masters of the Silent Valley wearing white clothes. There were not many of them, but each of them was very powerful.

Under the purple sun, a Taoist with loose hair sat cross-legged there.

His eyes were closed, and strands of substantial spiritual energy visible to the naked eye were drawn from the earth veins and merged into his body. Afterwards, he turned it into spiritual fire and hit the spiritual sword in front of him.

The spiritual energy absorbed was all accumulated in the Qionghua Sect's veins. These spiritual energies were originally used to nourish the entire sect, but now they were all intercepted by the Taoist and turned into consumption for his weapon refining.

Huh.

The dark clouds rolled, and a strong wind suddenly blew below.

The Taoist's clothes and hair were blown up while he was sitting cross-legged to refine the weapon, and the completely imprisoned spiritual energy showed a slight fluctuation.

The Taoist opened his eyes and frowned.

"Master."

A figure quickly appeared beside the Taoist and saluted him respectfully. Figures from other directions also appeared one after another, a total of five people, including the Taoist in the middle, a total of six.

"Are there any outsiders entering the formation?"

"No."

The five disciples responded immediately.

All of these people are the core of the Silent Valley. Except for the Silent Taoist in the center, the remaining five people are also the deputy valley masters of the Silent Valley. Unlike other sects, all the masters in Wusheng Valley were trained by Wusheng Taoist, and everyone in the valley is his disciple.

This time, when he came to Qionghua Sect for revenge, Wusheng Taoist selected all the masters above the Spiritual Transformation Realm in the sect and set up a sixth-level Heaven-sealing and Earth-locking Formation outside Qionghua Sect. He was prepared to rely on this formation to snatch back the "Tao" lost during the "Borrowing the Ancients".

"Be careful, and notify me as soon as you see something wrong."

Wusheng Taoist reminded.

Although the physical union has recovered to the peak state, Chen Luo has left a deep impression on him. If it is not related to the opportunity of the union of the Tao, he will never come to provoke this person.

"Yes."

Although the five disciples were puzzled, they still responded respectfully out of trust in Wusheng Taoist.

Huh! !

Another strong wind blew.

Wusheng Taoist, who was about to dismiss his disciples, stopped the spiritual weapon in his hand and stood up. His spiritual consciousness scattered and searched carefully.

Nothing was found.

"Master?"

The leading disciple asked with a puzzled look on his face.

As the master of the Silent Valley, the most powerful person who has the best chance of entering the Hedao realm in the Corpse Immortal Dao era, Silent Taoist's prestige in the valley is beyond everyone. When he took action against the Star Gate, almost no one in the valley opposed it, and later proved their master's means.

"Where did the wind just now come from?"

In the Sealing Formation, all the spiritual energy is under their control. Theoretically, there should be no wind outside of their control.

"Wind?"

Several people looked at the people around them blankly, and after a round of inspection, their eyes fell back on Silent Taoist.

"There was no wind just now."

This time, the person who spoke was a woman. This woman was wearing a black and red tights, with fair skin and a pretty face. The aura emanating from her body was incompatible with the people next to her. This woman was Jinxi, the second disciple of Silent Taoist, and the strongest person in Silent Valley except the master.

"No wind?"

The Silent Taoist looked at Jinxi, and his expression suddenly became serious.

"You guys didn't sense it either?"

He glanced at the second disciple and looked at the other disciples, but the answers he got were the same, which made his heart sink.

Ignoring the disciples, the Silent Taoist flew away from his original position and began to search around.

After a while, he returned to the starting point.

Everything in the formation was normal, and there were no mistakes in the nodes and spirit stones. This result made the Silent Taoist slightly relieved. But he still told several disciples to pay more attention and notify him as soon as they met outsiders.

After several disciples left, the Silent Taoist lost interest in refining weapons.

Putting away the spirit sword in front of him, he waved his hand and released Zi Tianji, Le Qingzhu and others. Four soul shadows appeared around him. These people were the four Zi Tianji who had "borrowed the ancients" with Chen Luo.

Among the four people, Mu Jianyu's soul was the weakest.

Her life span had already reached its limit, and she came back early just to say goodbye to her senior brother Gu Hedao. She didn't want to meet Wusheng Daoren outside the door and become his prisoner.

"The headmaster you mentioned"

Before she finished speaking, a gust of wind blew from the side again. This time, Wusheng Daoren caught a hint of hidden breath, and he stood up suddenly and looked in the direction of the wind.

"Who?!!"

The void was dark, and no one responded.

The Silent Taoist's consciousness swept over again and again, but the results were the same. There was nothing in the direction of the wind except stones. This result gave him a bad feeling in his heart.

"I told you not to seek death a long time ago, but you just didn't listen."

Seeing this, Zi Tianji showed a gloating expression. He had a vague guess in his heart that Chen Luo's return from the ancient times should be in the near future.

"Jinxi, is there anything unusual over there?"

The Silent Taoist ignored Zi Tianji's ridicule, and he quickly sent a message to the second disciple who was closest to him. The place where the second disciple Jinxi was sitting was the second important node of the formation. If the node was destroyed, the power of the formation would be greatly reduced, and all his arrangements would be disrupted at that time. He would never allow this situation.

A lion pounces on a rabbit, and it still needs to be full of strength.

What's more, the enemy he has to deal with is not much weaker than him. If he wants to win, he must use all the advantages that can be calculated. It would be best to catch him off guard like Chen Luo did eight thousand years ago.

This is what Silent Taoist planned. He wanted to retaliate with the same method and take back his own ‘Tao’.

“No.”

After waiting for a while, the familiar voice of the second disciple came, which made Silent Taoist relieved. As long as there was no problem with the formation, he could take the initiative. At that time, he just had to wait for the enemy to come to him, and he could take the initiative.

“No!”

As soon as the voice fell, Silent Taoist felt something was wrong!

The direction was wrong!

The person just now was not Jinxi.

Silent Taoist raised his hand suddenly, and a circle of streamer exploded from his palm. The oval ‘sun’ in the sky dimmed for a moment, and all the spiritual energy around was drawn over by him. A huge hand that covered the sky and the sun slapped in the direction where the sound came from.

The surrounding scene appeared irregularly distorted under this palm, and the spiritual energy compressed to the extreme was like water ripples, rippling in all directions, and the soil layer rose up, bringing up gravel all over the sky.

The spiritual energy in the attacked area solidified into substance, freezing everything there and cutting off the possibility of the enemy's escape.

"The reaction is quite fast, but it's a pity that it's useless."

A familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and the magical power released was frozen in mid-air. The twisted spiritual energy and the dissipated air waves flowed back in an incredible way. Even the broken ground was restored to its original state, the gravel returned to the ground, and the soil returned to flatness.

A translucent figure walked out from the side, and Zi Tianji and the other four people came behind him at some point.

"It's you!"

The pupils of the silent Taoist shrank.

This person was the immortal cultivator who sent him back eight thousand years ago. The situation was the same as the one he met eight thousand years ago. This time he still didn't see clearly how the other party appeared.

The sealing formation that had been set up for decades now looked like a joke.

"Have you broken through?"

The voice of the silent Taoist was a little hoarse. He found that the "Tao" in the air had lost its effect at some point, and only the cultivators of the Hedao could do this.

Because the power of the Hedao cultivators belongs to themselves, which is completely different from those who borrow external forces like them.

"Correct answer, but unfortunately, there is no reward."

Chen Luo's eyes were calm, he gently raised his hand, and a little spiritual light gathered at his fingertips.

Compared with the terrifying magical power of the Silent Taoist, Chen Luo's finger looked extremely ordinary, just like an ordinary person who didn't have magical powers.

The Silent Taoist's eyes were red.

Hedao Realm!

This should have been his chance! After thousands of years of preparation, he finally made a wedding dress, how could he be willing to accept this.

Bang! !

The Silent Taoist's head exploded.

The headless corpse shook twice and fell from the air. The scattered plasma was attracted by the spiritual energy and turned into a blood ball and scattered into the ground. The residual soul was directly dragged into it by the nine giants in the soul flag.

Chen Luo no longer wanted the brain of the Corpse Immortal Dao era.

He walked ahead of everyone in this era, even the outstanding person like the Silent Taoist was no longer valuable to Chen Luo. If you want to pursue the way to immortality, you must find a more advanced brain.

Zi Tianji and others stared at this scene in a daze, and could not imagine that this headless corpse would be the Silent Taoist who had imprisoned them for decades, the Taoist leader who sealed the entire Qionghua Sect with his own strength.

"Have you really broken through the Hedao realm?"

This time it was Mo Shanjun who spoke.

He and Le Qingzhu, the master and disciple, were simply unlucky. They went there by borrowing the ancients, but were sent back without getting any benefits. After returning, they fell into the hands of the Silent Taoist in just half a day and became prisoners for more than 20 years. (End of this chapter)