I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

Hearing Bai Kong's words, the old man's face turned pale with anger.

"That's the demon from the Blood Demon Sect."

The Black Prison is what they call that place. In fact, the 'Black Prison' is not a prison, but a place of death, an evil place left after the battle between the great powers. The remnants of the Blood Demon near their Motian Temple live in the Black Prison.

Ordinary people will go crazy if they get close to that place. Even cultivators who have not entered the realm of refining the spirit will find it difficult to survive. The master of the Wanxiang Immortal Sect is not actually very skilled, and all his methods are stimulated by the worms of the Yiming Gu. Before, Chen Luo went to the third restricted area, which caused the connection of the Yiming Gu to be interrupted. After the acting head lost the power of the 'borrowing life Gu', he accidentally fell into the hands of Bai Kong and others.

"I only know that he can protect us now."

Bai Kong shook his head and he slowly stood up.

"With the Blood Demon here, even the Wanxiang Patriarch would not dare to provoke us! If he dares to come, he will definitely fall into the net I set for him."

The old man moved his mouth twice, but didn't say a word.

The Blood Demon has been wreaking havoc in the world of immortal cultivation for so many years, so he is naturally not an ordinary character. The old man also knew the name of the Blood Demon, but he instinctively felt a little panicked, which was the panic of the weak who could not control the situation.

"The Wanxiang Patriarch is just a cultivator in the early stage of the Hedao. As long as the seniors of the Blood Demon Sect come, the Wanxiang Patriarch will die, and his Wanxiang Immortal Sect will also..."

Bang!

Bai Kong's head suddenly exploded halfway through his words, and blood and bone fragments burst all over the ground. Only half of his lower body shook twice and fell to the ground.

A layer of power like an ocean fell from the sky.

At this moment, all the monks in the entire Motian Temple saw the figure in the sky.

"Wanxiang Patriarch?!"

The old man widened his eyes, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead. He knew that Bai Kong's behavior would attract revenge from the Wanxiang Immortal Sect, but he didn't expect the revenge to come so quickly.

He subconsciously glanced at the half of Bai Kong left on the ground, and a sense of absurdity rose in his heart.

‘Where is your net?’

What earth-shattering plan, people died before it even started. This Wanxiang ancestor didn’t follow their plan at all.

“We in Motian Temple have already joined the Blood Demon, Senior Wanxiang must consider the consequences of attacking us.” Suppressing the fear in his heart, the old man took a few steps forward and began to buy time for the disciples outside to escape.

“Blood Demon?”

The figure in the air was completely solidified at this time.

The mountain breeze blew, and the black robe fluttered.

The entire mountain where Motian Temple was located was covered with a thick layer of fog. Near the cliff, fog kept rising. At the beginning, the fog was normal, but slowly it turned blood-colored.

“It’s the senior of the Blood Demon Sect who came!”

The old man was excited. If he had seen the signs of the Blood Demon’s revival before, he would definitely be the first to escape, but now with the ancestor of the Wanxiang Immortal Sect stepping on his head, the life-seeking Blood Demon has become the last straw for their Motian Temple.

"The senior of the Blood Demon Sect is a strong man in the middle stage of the He Dao, Ancestor Wanxiang, it's not too late for you to retreat now!"

With the Blood Demon Mist, the old man's confidence suddenly rose. No matter how he scolded Bai Kong before, he had to stand on the side of the Motian Temple now. He could still distinguish between internal and external contradictions, which was the foundation of a sect.

'Fake. '

The hatred in the Dongtian Gourd gave a direct reply. If it was the real Blood Demon, the hatred would have jumped out long ago. He and the Blood Demon had a blood feud. As long as Chen Luo faced the Blood Demon, he would definitely rush to the front.

"What kind of 'Tao' are you practicing in Motian Temple? Forget it, I'll see for myself."

Chen Luo stretched out his right hand.

A small gray ball appeared in his palm, and the gray-white power enveloped the entire Motian Temple like a light curtain.

The old man below only felt his body sink, not only him, but all the monks of Motian Temple in the entire area felt this pressure. Several monks who had already fled to the edge were directly frozen in place, and the rules of the entire area seemed to have been rewritten.

Various illusions appeared in everyone's eyes. These illusions were varied. Some people saw their deceased relatives, and some saw their deceased Taoist partners.

The old man who faced Chen Luo entered a strange world. Here, he saw the Motian Temple in its heyday. His master, Motian Shangren, was smiling and waving at him not far away. The dead senior brother put his right hand on his shoulder and told him about his childhood.

"What is this?!!"

The old man trembled in his heart, and he found the problem.

He wanted to break free, but his heart kept hinting at him to watch for a while longer.

"Yun Ji, what are you doing?"

The master's voice echoed in his ears, with the same frequency as in his memory, making his steps freeze in mid-air.

"Master"

This method of knowing that there are problems around, but refusing to leave, made the old man feel fear. He was in the Return to Void Realm, and he was still like this, what kind of scene would other disciples face?

"Don't be distracted. The future of Motian Temple still depends on you."

The master had a smile on his face, and the golden setting sun shone on his face, giving the old man a warm feeling.

"Master, I disappoint you!!"

The old monk Yunji knelt on the ground and cried like a child. The old man standing opposite him kindly reached out his hand and stroked his head.

"It's okay as long as I am here."

The tone remained the same, and even the temperature of the palm was the same as in memory.

Hedao monk!

This is the magical power of Hedao. It's ridiculous that they calculated in Motian Temple. In front of such a great immortal, any conspiracy can be crushed with one hand.

A blood light rushed out from below, and a demon with blood light all over his body flew into the air. This person was wearing a blood-colored robe, red hair and red eyebrows, and even the color of his pupils was blood red. Before the person approached, Chen Luo smelled a strong smell of blood.

That was the breath of the blood pool.

"Who dares to touch my blood food!"

The light ball in Chen Luo's hand was slightly concave under the influence of this person.

The blood-robed man's eyes flashed, and his right hand grabbed the air below.

A twisted force spread out from his palm. The monks of Motian Temple who fell into the illusion of the inner demon were like prey sucked by the evil spirits. A blood thread appeared on each of them. These blood threads converged on the blood shadow, and the opponent's dry breath instantly recovered to its peak.

Instantly, a layer of blood-colored light curtain spread over, trying to defeat Chen Luo's control over this area.

Boom! !

The two forces of "Tao" collided fiercely in mid-air. The blood demon with a strong momentum shook, and the floating body was swept away by the gray-white force like debris.

"Huh?!"

A trace of shock flashed through the blood-robed man's heart. He specially sensed the power on Chen Luo before he made a move. He made sure that it was the initial stage of Hedao before he made a move. But the soul power that was fed back from the collision just now did not look like something that a cultivator in the initial stage of Hedao could do.

'Did I stay in seclusion for too long and lose touch with the outside world of cultivation? '

The blood-robed man's eyes moved and subconsciously fell on the small ball in Chen Luo's hand.

This small ball is the "Tao" condensed by Chen Luo. Unlike the cultivators in the outside world, the cultivation method in the Emperor's Tomb World is "to unite the Tao with the body". From the moment of promotion, the "Tao" becomes a part of their body. The cultivators in the outside world only improve their realm and cultivate their own strength.

"This is the ancient method of the forbidden area."

The blood-robed man's face changed, and he saw the problem at a glance.

He turned around with a "whoosh", no longer caring about the monks of the Motian Temple below, and fled to the outside desperately.

As the remnant of the Blood Demon Sect that was raging in one side, the blood-robed man was naturally not a weakling. The speed of flying was far beyond that of ordinary cultivators. From the escape technique of the Blood Demon Ancestor, it can be seen that the escape technique of the Blood Demon lineage is not slow. Even the ancestor of the Winged People in the Mahayana realm could not escape the pursuit of the Blood Demon Ancestor.

"Don't you want your blood food?"

Chen Luo took a step, and the aura on his body changed visibly.

The Black Snake Demon Saint who had just obtained the third restricted area took the initiative. His body appeared above the blood demon's head as if teleporting. He raised his hand and pressed the opponent's back silently. A circle of black light exploded in his palm.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the flying blood-robed man was like a fly shot down from mid-air, and crashed into a mountain below.

The violent impact brought a series of explosions, and the speed slowed down after crashing through seven or eight mountaintops in a row.

In the middle of the ruins, the blood bubble man was covered in blood, his bones pierced out of his flesh, and his legs were bent into irregular shapes. The blood-colored area that was wrapped around him before was now like a tattered shroud, full of holes.

"My Dao soul crushed? How is it possible!"

The blood-robed man's face was pale. He was in the middle stage of He Dao! The person who could crush his soul was at least in the late stage of He Dao. He actually provoked this level of old monster because of the blood food of Motian Temple.

If he had known that the 'Ancestor of All Things' had such strength, he would never have come here.

Buzz!

The gray-white power spread over, and the seriously injured blood-robed man was instantly pulled in by the power of the inner demon. The blood-robed man instinctively felt something was wrong and wanted to resist. But the blood ring around him had long been broken, and the resistance lasted only three breaths before it was dispersed.

"Xuechen, you disappoint me too much"

The blood-robed man opened his eyes and found himself back in the Blood Demon Hall. The figure that frightened him in his dreams was sitting on the throne, looking down at him condescendingly. There were two rows of people standing next to the blood shadow. These people were the elites of the Blood Demon Sect in Xuechen's memory, and each of them was stronger than him.

"Ancestor, please give me another chance."

Xuechen didn't know why he came to this place, but the fear in his heart made him instinctively start to ask for help.

'Am I not fighting with others? '

Kneeling on the ground, Xuechen quietly observed the hall. Soon he noticed something was wrong, because he saw an old enemy who had been dead for many years.

‘Is it the inner demon? ’

Xuechen Hunji, who had figured out the problem, stood up and wanted to resist.

But just as his power rose, he was pressed back by the figure above.

“You dare to resist?”

The voice of the ancestor in his memory showed a hint of anger. Xuechen's heart trembled, but he still stood up.

“You are fake, you can't scare me.”

After all, Xuechen is a Hedao cultivator, even in the inner demon illusion, he is stronger than the people in Motian Temple. (End of this chapter)