I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

Standing quietly on the top of the mountain, looking down at the sea of ​​clouds below.

This is the back mountain of the Wanxiang Immortal Sect. Ever since joining the Immortal Sect, Jingjing has fallen in love with the environment here. She would come here to be alone whenever she has time.

"Senior sister, our ancestor asked us to go over and pay our respects."

A voice appeared behind Jing Jing.

The person who spoke was one of the "five geniuses" who was selected to go up the mountain with Jingjing, named Luo Ren. Different from tranquility, Luo Ren hates quiet environment. He likes noisy very much. His favorite thing to do is to show his holiness in front of others.

"Ancestor?"

Ning Jing's heart moved, and she remembered the purpose of coming to Wanxiang Immortal Sect.

‘The Wanxiang Immortal Sect has betrayed its trust and caused heavy losses to our Ning family! This time they must pay the price. You first go to the door and lurk, and someone will naturally pick you up from behind. When the matter is successful, I will ask your father to pass it on to you as the next head of the Ning family. ’

This is what Jing Jing's grandfather told her before joining the sect. The purpose of her visit here was to find out about the ancestor of Wanxiang.

"Let's go."

After gathering his thoughts, Jing Jing followed Luo Ren towards the main hall with an expressionless face.

Both of them are only in the Qi Refining Realm and cannot fly with swords, so they can only walk on the mountain road.

Just halfway through, Luo Ren's expression suddenly changed, and he raised his hand to take a token from his waist.

'escape! ’

A translucent text emerged.

Luo Ren's face changed drastically, and he immediately changed direction, regardless of Jingjing who had been following him, and flew into the air, turning into a curved arc and fleeing down the mountain. In just a few ups and downs, Luo Ren's aura improved from the Qi Refining Stage to the Pill Formation Stage.

Bang! !

A beam of light flew down from the top of the mountain and accurately hit Luo Ren's changing figure. There was a 'pop' sound, and the figure instantly turned into blood mist and disappeared in mid-air. Jing Jing, who was standing below, finally came back to his senses, and then a feeling of panic arose in his heart.

‘Luo Ren was also put in by someone from outside? Could he be the one to pick me up? ’

'what do I do.'

The person who took action just now must be the ancestor of Wanxiang. Only this ancestor of the Hedao Realm dared to be so unscrupulous in the Wanxiang Immortal Sect. The order of this Immortal Sect was set by the other party.

With a feeling of apprehension, Ning Ning set foot on the mountain where the main hall is located.

There are already people waiting here in the hall.

In addition to Luo Ren, who had just been wiped out, Ning Jing also saw three other newcomers in the hall who were in the same batch as her. All their teachers and commanders are also in the hall, and the eleven elders are located in a higher position, on the divine throne at the end, where the ancestor of Wanxiang sits high, like a fairy in the heavenly palace.

"Disciple Ning Jing, pay homage to the ancestor."

Jing Jing quickly lowered his head and bowed respectfully to the ancestor of Wanxiang above.

But at this moment, everyone in the hall was not paying attention to her. At this moment, Jingjing discovered that the three newcomers who had started with her were talking to the ancestors above. A dark-skinned young man was standing in the middle, looking directly at everything above. Ancestor.

There was no awe in his eyes.

‘.My host asked me to ask my ancestor, do you still remember what you promised us? ! ’

No sect exists alone, and the same is true for the Wanxiang Immortal Sect.

In the past, when the ancestor of Wanxiang was still there, Wanxiang Immortal Sect also had its own allies and made deals with some forces of the same level. After Chen Luo 'inherited' the Wanxiang Immortal Sect, he did not obtain the memory of the Wanxiang ancestor, which led to many cooperations being suddenly interrupted after he came to him. No problem can be seen for a year or two, but as time goes by, the sects involved in the transaction will notice abnormalities, which may even affect the interests of the entire sect in serious cases.

It's like a skyscraper temple.

They are the most affected. Decades ago, Motian Temple negotiated a deal with Wanxiang Xianmen. In order to obtain the consent of the ancestor of Wanxiang, the old director of Motian Temple sold most of the temple, and finally reached a cooperation with Wanxiang Xianmen.

But I never expected that the ancestor of Wanxiang would not come at the appointed time. This resulted in Motenji being defeated in a decisive battle that they should have won, and the sect's senior officials suffered heavy casualties.

The remaining senior officials of the Motian Temple put all their grudges on the Wanxiang Immortal Sect. This can be seen on the surface, but secretly there are many sects who have broken the contract because of the Wanxiang Immortal Sect, and they have quietly completed the layout of the Wanxiang Immortal Sect.

Tang Hai and other elders did not discover it because these matters were not their responsibility.

Elder Sun, who was actually responsible for these affairs, was transformed into a puppet by Chen Luo. The 'resurrected' Elder Sun, like the ancestor Chen Luo, has no original memory. Although his mind is still his own, he now refuses to accept anything he promised in the past, which has caused many things to deteriorate further.

The puppet's lack of spirituality did not take these things to heart, which resulted in the current situation.

"Are you questioning me?"

Chen Luo was sitting on the main seat. On the index finger of his right hand, the aura was fading away. He killed Luo Ren in mid-air just now. Chen Luo actually didn't care much about the affairs of the Wanxiang Immortal Sect. He originally just wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to take a look at the new disciples who were praised by his elders and give them some casual guidance.

As a result, I never expected that four of the five new disciples would have problems.

This dark-skinned disciple clamoring below was sent by Motian Temple. This Motian Temple was previously an ally of the Wanxiang Immortal Sect, and the two families had a close relationship. I don’t know which link went wrong, causing the two families to turn against each other. The disciple who was sent over was the spy sent by Motian Temple to find out his true situation. His cultivation level was not at the Qi Refining Realm, but an old guy at the Nascent Soul Realm.

It was only by using some special means that he deceived the elders who accepted his disciples.

"It seems that the ancestor really doesn't want to give us an explanation for Motian Temple. He really treats us as weak persimmons! I just don't know if the puppet master you chose will regret working for you."

Phew!

The bloody light exploded, and before the dark disciple finished speaking, he was crushed into a bloody mist.

Chen Luo above him waved his sleeves, and a huge corpse-controlling Gu flew out from his sleeves. He flapped his wings and flew in the hall, opened his mouth and inhaled the blood mist below, absorbing it all in an instant.

"Old ghost of Wanxiang, you are treacherous"

Two more flashes of blood flashed, and this time the corpse-controlling Gu didn't even need Chen Luo to say a word, but rolled in the two people standing next to the dark-skinned young man, and ate them up in one bite. This Gu insect, which was infused with contaminated spiritual power by Chen Luo in the third penalty area, has excellent finishing talent, especially in dealing with bones, which is even better than the Soul Flag.

Jing Jing stood at the bottom shivering.

Only now did she realize that the task assigned to her by her grandfather was a life-threatening job. The ancestor of Wanxiang is completely different from the legendary image. He kills people whenever he disagrees with him, without any scruples of an upright immortal.

"Second level of Qi refining."

Sensing the gaze of Wanxiang Ancestor above, Jing Jing was so frightened that she didn't dare to take a breath. It wasn't until the ancestor looked away that she relaxed, and the feeling of escaping from death rose in her heart.

"Let's break up."

Chen Luo no longer wanted to give guidance to his disciples.

The stalls on Wanxiang Xianmen's side are also a lot of trouble, but the basics are different from Lingxu Cave Heaven. Chen Luo doesn't intend to give up for the time being, so he can only feel wronged by his former 'allies'. It just so happens that he still lacks some brains.

More than 2,700 are just a little short of each other, so I'm just looking for an opportunity to round it up.

Ten thousand is pretty good.

"Ancestor, the sect leader has been missing for half a month." Elder Tang Hai stepped forward quickly and reported the situation cautiously.

They also didn't expect that such a big thing would happen after the ancestor had been in retreat for such a short period of time.

The acting head was kidnapped and was not discovered.

However, this is also related to Tang Hai and the others' authority. The Wanxiang Immortal Sect is not a normal sect of immortality. This is a sect pieced together by the ancestor of Wanxiang using the 'Yi Ming Gu'. All the elders in the sect have Yi Ming Gu. of larvae. The so-called head of the Wanxiang Immortal Sect is just a big housekeeper who helps Wanxiang Ancestor with chores. Such a person is dispensable in the eyes of these elders, and they will not ask about him even if he is really dead.

"I see."

Chen Luo waved his hand, and a strong wind blew up. A cloud of mist rose from under his feet. His whole body turned into a rainbow and flew towards the direction of the Motian Temple.

"I told you not to mess with that lunatic!"

In the temple with gray bricks and gray tiles, an old man wearing a navy blue robe pointed with a livid face at the young abbot who was kneeling below.

"Master's revenge must be avenged!"

The young man kneeling below raised his head, his face full of resentment.

The young man is Bai Kong, the new host of Motian Temple, a strong man at the peak of divine transformation. Under normal circumstances, people with the strength of the Transformation God Realm could only be considered as disciples in Motian Temple, not even the elders. But after the last disaster, all the upper-level power of the entire Motian Temple was destroyed, and all the survivors were old, weak, sick and disabled.

Bai Kong was ordered to become the abbot of Motian Temple when he was in danger.

Bai Kong, who inherited the position of presiding, was filled with hatred. As soon as he closed his eyes, he could see the wailing of his dead brothers and his master's questioning of the Wanxiang Immortal Sect before he died.

Ask the ancestor of Wanxiang why he betrayed his trust.

"Then what? Have you ever thought about what will happen to our Motian Temple if you do this? That's a blood demon!!" The old man's face turned livid with anger.

He never thought that this new leader would lead the sect to a desperate situation. In order to seek revenge from the Wanxiang Immortal Sect, he actually took the initiative to find the Blood Demon and signed a contract with him.

Fights at the Hedao level have never been something little people like them can participate in, let alone evil creatures like the Blood Demon that are suspected to be the clones of old Mahayana monsters.

"I have already arranged a way out."

Bai Kong didn't fight back and let him be beaten and scolded.

He knows the situation at Moten Temple better than anyone else. Motian Temple has actually reached this point and has no way out. The elders are too cowardly and lack the courage to risk their lives and survive, which is why they have dragged the sect to this point.

"Ahem."

The old man was so angry that he coughed violently. Looking at the stubborn disciple in front of him, he felt tired.

Why doesn't he want to be happy with his grudges?

But the world of immortality is about strength. There is no right or wrong here, only strength and weakness.

"Where did you keep people?"

"Dark prison."

A trace of pleasure flashed in Bai Kong's eyes. The man he captured was the acting head of the Wanxiang Immortal Sect. After working with the Wanxiang Immortal Sect for so long, Bai Kong is very aware of the weaknesses of this sect's monks.

The cultivation of these people is very strange. When they are strong, they are comparable to the Hedao monks, but when they are weak, they cannot beat the Linking Dan monks.

His cultivation is like something ‘borrowed’. (End of chapter)