I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

"If I die, you will never find the soul-raising tree."

The last butterfly demon was pale, and the murderous intent on his face was gone, turning into panic.

"The most important thing for a family is to be together. If one person is missing, it will seem that I have not helped enough." Chen Luo's calm voice sounded in the ears of the last butterfly demon. His figure actually had ripples like water lines, just like the previous butterfly demons.

Illusion?

Is there anything more domineering than the illusion god Gu in this world.

"Ah?"

The female butterfly demon was stunned, and then she felt her head numb, and a hand grabbed her forehead like an iron hoop.

What was even more weird was that in her field of vision, Chen Luo was still standing not far in front of her, looking at her with a smile.

Crack!

The neck was broken, and green blood was scattered all over the ground. The hand holding the head skillfully took the gray gas into his hand, and then the spiritual fire was spread, burning the body clean.

After doing all this, Chen Luo took out the soul flag from the cave gourd to finish the work.

Woo woo

The gray residual soul entered the soul flag, adding a little color to the originally empty flag surface.

After dealing with the three female butterfly monsters, Chen Luo easily found the location of the soul-nourishing tree in their brain obsession. This time, the four of them were responsible for harvesting the soul-nourishing tree, and they buried the soul-nourishing tree under a giant tree in the back mountain. With the breath of the sacred tree covering it, outsiders could not find the location of the "soul-nourishing tree" even if they broke in.

The butterfly monster clan itself is not strong. For the winged people, the biggest role of this group of butterfly monsters is to help them plant soul-nourishing trees.

There are not many spiritual materials that nourish the soul in the entire cultivation world.

The soul-nourishing tree can be regarded as the best among them.

It takes five hundred years to grow a batch. Excluding those that are unqualified, a batch of mature soul-nourishing trees can only be used for ten or so in the end.

"Such a precious spiritual material, but they didn't ask me to help them when they harvested it. It's obvious that they are planning to pocket it." Flying to the side of the sacred tree, Chen Luo dug up the surface soil, called on the brains of the three female butterfly demons, and easily broke the illusion they set outside.

In the pit, twelve black soul-nourishing trees were lying there quietly.

These soul-nourishing trees were pitch black, and at first glance they looked very similar to burnt branches, but if you feel them carefully, you will find the soul power hidden in the branches. These soul powers are very peaceful. As long as they are immortals in the realm of refining spirits, they can absorb them for cultivation. The longevity of the Winged People has a lot to do with these soul-nourishing trees.

"Stop!"

At the moment when Chen Luo reached for the soul-nourishing wood, an angry voice suddenly came from the air.

Chen Luo ignored it completely, picked up a soul-nourishing wood with his right hand and put it in as quickly as possible. When he was about to take the second one, a brown claw appeared behind him.

The claws were like hooks, and a ball of black flame burned on each sharp hook.

This is soul fire.

Bang! !

Chen Luo's body shook twice, and ripples like water appeared around him. The intact clothes were torn apart, and a claw mark appeared on the left shoulder. Four balls of black flames attached to it, constantly eroding it.

But soon these soul fires were extinguished by the power in Chen Luo's body, and the mark on the shoulder disappeared.

Taking advantage of this gap, Chen Luo took three more soul-nourishing woods.

"Put down the soul-nourishing wood!"

The phantom in the air became more and more solid, and a vortex-like airflow appeared above the Shenmu Forest. Another claw poked out from it, and this time there was also a winged man covered with black hair.

"What soul-nourishing wood, this is the morning glory I planted."

Chen Luo naturally couldn't listen to the other party's words. He grabbed with one hand, and a black puppet was fished out of the cave gourd.

As soon as the black puppet appeared, the air around it immediately became sticky.

The puppet's face began to emerge like a stream of water, and an aura beyond that of a Hedao monk emerged from the puppet, and the murderous intent that was almost tangible lit up like a flame. The leaves of the sacred forest rustled, and the air quietly turned blood red.

The dark puppet stood up, his blood-colored robe fluttered without wind, and a dark red long sword appeared in his hand.

"A monk who crosses the tribulation? We can talk it over!!"

The originally aggressive Winged Man's face changed drastically when he sensed the murderous aura. He quickly hugged his open wings and protected his head inside.

Boom! !

A knife.

Without a word of nonsense, he slashed the sharp claws of the Winged Man. The knife energy and claw force came into contact for a moment and exploded. The blood-colored dark black power was a twisted arc, and dozens of giant trees closest to the three were uprooted.

Large leaves fell like raindrops.

As soon as the aggressive Winged Man got out of the whirlpool, he let out a shrill scream. His entire arm flew out, and the bright red blood spilled all over the ground. One of the wings protecting his head was also missing.

"I am the elder of the Winged Man. If I die, I will definitely alarm my ancestors."

The Winged Man covered his wound and spoke while holding back the severe pain.

When Chen Luo killed the male butterfly demon before, the eldest sister of the female butterfly demon used a communication talisman to send a distress signal. As the Winged Man's Soul Nurturing Wood Treasure Land, it is naturally guarded by someone in secret. The Winged Man elder who received the news did not stop at all, and activated the formation on the spot to teleport over.

A human strongman in the early stage of Hedao.

This is how it was described in the message received by the elders of the Winged Human Race. Compared with the Winged Human Race, the Human Race is just a medium-sized ethnic group that doesn't even have Tribulation Transcending Monks. Although there have been some masters, these masters have long since separated from the clan. The current human race is in disarray, and there is not even a decent master, so he does not take him seriously at all.

Therefore, the elders of the Yi Human Race came over aggressively and killed them.

It was only after I came here that I discovered that the situation was not at all what the Butterfly Demon Clan had described. The human monk in front of him was indeed in the early stage of Hedao, but no one said that he was carrying a puppet who had transcended the tribulation realm!

"What you want is these soul-nurturing trees. You can just take them with you. There is no need to do anything."

clang! !

The bloody sword light was like a life-threatening light, and it accurately struck the neck of the elder of the Winged Human Race. But this time his neck was not chopped off, but on a jet black feather.

I don’t know what kind of material this feather was made of, but it actually broke the blood knife in Qiuqian’s hand into two pieces.

"Nine-color soul fire!!"

Under the crisis of life and death, the elder of the Winged Human Race finally stopped talking nonsense. He had already seen that the guy in front of him had no intention of keeping alive from the beginning to the end.

Nine colors of flames emerged from his body.

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In just a moment, the elder of the Winged Human Race turned into a burning man. The burning flames of the soul were like exploding fireworks, covering most of the godswood forest in an instant. This kind of flame is like a false illusion, passing through the large forest, bringing up flames of different colors.

The leaves also burned, but the strange thing was that no matter how the flame burned, the shape of the leaves did not change.

"die!!!"

The intense pain caused by the burning soul flame made the elders of the Winged Human Race roar in pain.

With his roar, the sea of ​​fire in the sky turned into an erupting volcano, forming a tsunami of flames that spread in all directions.

A large number of weak creatures were affected. A running sika deer was burned by the soul fire, and its body instantly turned into gas. Only a pair of intact antlers fell off its head. The chaffinch flying in the sky was swept away by the soul fire, and its body died. , but the feathers were unscathed

"Knife with killing intent."

Qiuqian still looked expressionless. He shook his right hand and the broken bloody knife regrouped.

Facing the oncoming sea of ​​​​fire, he slashed through it with one knife.

The exploding soul fire was like a cut sea wave, with a 'herringbone'-shaped gap appearing. The sword energy penetrated vertically and accurately struck the neck of the elder of the Winged Human Race.

The position where the knife fell was still the place where the previous knife struck.

The Winged Human Race elder's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, he gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and used his black feathers to forcefully push up.

boom! !

The two forces collided violently, and a moment later a shocking explosion occurred.

The soul fire and murderous aura completely destroyed this sacred forest. A huge canyon appeared in the middle of the flat forest land. The edge of the canyon was full of land burned by the soul fire, some were black, some were white, some were purple and some were green.

A large amount of black smoke rose from the flames.

I don’t know how long it took before the aftermath slowly faded away.

In the center of the flames, the elder of the Winged Human Race was kneeling on the ground. Most of his black feathers had fallen off. There were wounds all over his body, and blood could not stop flowing out.

"Hahaha I blocked it!"

The elder of the Winged Human Race gasped first, and then started to laugh. The laughter grew louder and then suddenly stopped.

call!

A cold wind blew.

His head slipped off his neck with a 'gurgling' sound and rolled twice on the ground, hitting Chen Luo's feet. After the headless corpse shook twice, it fell to the ground with a 'bang' sound, no longer alive.

After cleaning up the soul-nurturing wood, Chen Luo happened to pick up his head, and a wisp of gray air flowed down his arm.

The hatred has returned to the cave gourd.

Even though the Yiren clan elder's soul-burning momentum is soaring to the sky, in Qiuqiu, it's just a matter of two swords from beginning to end. The first sword was blocked by the feather, and the second sword ended the battle.

"Can't waste it."

Chen Luo put away the body of the Yiren clan elder.

Unlike the previous Butterfly Demon Clan, the corpses of the Winged Human Clan were purchased on the black market of Yongye Valley. The blood of this ethnic group with Mahayana monks in charge is very precious. There are many demon cultivators secretly collecting them. The elder Chen Luo killed must have an unusual status in the Winged Human Race, and he will definitely be able to sell them for a big price on the black market.

The peak strength of Hedao.

Without the hatred puppet, it would be difficult for Chen Luo to defeat this person with his current strength, let alone kill him.

"Don't take the blame for the elders of the Killing Wing Human Race."

After collecting the remaining souls with the soul flag, Chen Luo looked at the scene around him, thought for a while, and took out Ke Zhenbei's puppet from the cave gourd.

"Come on, strike a few swords at the surroundings, using the swordsmanship of the Ancient Sword Sect."