I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

Tiekko's face looked a little ugly.

He didn't expect this human race to be so overbearing. They didn't even bother to talk to them. They just drove them away. Even though he had such a good temper, he was still irritated by this man.

"Daoyou is too overbearing. We were the first to discover this immortal world remnant soul."

Scream!

A flash of blood-red knife light.

Tieke felt a trance, and the surroundings turned into a sea of ​​blood. Countless dead bodies crawled around him, and the sea of ​​blood under his feet kept surging. White claws grabbed his ankles, and the cold touch was extremely real.

Looking up, the blood-red dots above were approaching.

'It's so beautiful. '

Tieke subconsciously opened his arms, as if he wanted to embrace the falling blood. His soul was constantly warning, and his body was shaking. The 'tribulation force' left in his body from the impact of the tribulation realm kept flowing, making Tieke's movements half a beat slower.

Boom!

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from behind, and Tieke woke up instantly. He turned his head subconsciously and found that most of the dozen masters he brought with him were dead, and a clear blood mark appeared on their necks. The sound he just heard was the head of the tribe member beside him falling from his neck.

"When?!"

Tie Ke was shocked and angry, and no longer cared about hiding his strength. The golden blood in his body circulated to his heart. Waves of heat spread out with him as the center. Yi Linghui, the elder of the Winged People standing next to him, also woke up. The two of them combined their auras and finally stabilized their minds.

"Wake up!!"

Tie Ke shouted angrily.

The voice mixed with anger instantly awakened the remaining three tribe members like a flame.

In the formation.

The golden ant that was waiting to be rescued was beheaded, and even the green shadow hidden in the flesh was cut into two pieces. The same blood knife has a completely different effect in the hands of the enemy and in the hands of the Wanxiang Patriarch.

Under one knife, all living things are annihilated.

"If you don't die with one strike, you are qualified to know my name." The black-robed man in the air raised the blood knife again. This time, Tie Ke saw the face of the man who made the move.

A pale middle-aged man's face, looking very ordinary.

If there is anything special, it is the man's eyes, his eyes are very cold. That kind of indifference comes from the heart. Killing intent and hatred are mixed in it, looking like a madman who is extremely suppressing himself.

"Remember, my name is Qiu Yuan!"

The blood light appeared again.

This time the knife light was faster than the first time. Yi Linghui, who was standing next to him, turned pale and subconsciously opened her mouth to ask for mercy.

"Wait, we have no ill intentions"

But Qiu Yuan above didn't mean to talk nonsense with them at all.

One knife fell.

The world twisted, and this time the two saw a world of black and white. The barren ground was full of dead bones. The sky was gray, and the ground was pure black like ink. Only a few of them stood in the middle, and a blood-colored light shone towards them like the sunrise in the sky.

It's over!

A thought came to the minds of several people at the same time.

The first knife was blocked so barely, what could they use to block the second knife? If they had known that there were strong people of this realm in this place, they would not accept this mission no matter what.

The knife light spread, illuminating the whole world.

Suddenly, a feather appeared out of thin air. It blocked the front of the knife light. The next moment, the color of the feather changed, and the wood spirit in the air gathered on the feather as if it was summoned.

The feathers on the edge quickly turned into wood, and after a crisp sound. The feathers turned into countless wood vines and grew out, twisting in the air and condensing into an arm full of wood grain.

The big hand opened and pinched the blood-colored knife light flying towards him.

Crack!

A crisp sound.

The dying Tie Ke and Yi Linghui quickly came to their senses.

Dong Dong Dong

The sound of three heads falling to the ground came out, and they were the three tribesmen who were rescued by Tie Ke and Yi Linghui before. It’s a pity that these three people didn’t have such good luck this time and died under the second knife.

"Dead Wood Dharma Body!?"

"The clan leader has arrived!"

Tiekake and Yi Linghui both spoke at the same time. Tieke recognized the magical power, while Yi Linghui recognized the identity of the person who came.

The shadow solidified, and the figure of Yi Ren Patriarch appeared in the air.

The unique aura of a Mahayana cultivator spread. This time was different from the last time they met. Yi Ren Patriarch came in his true form. With the appearance of his true form, his aura was like the sun, quickly dispelling the calamity power around him and taking the initiative.

"It's you!"

The moment he saw the enemy, Yi Ren Patriarch instantly remembered this person.

The last time he had a grudge with the blood demon, he had met this person once. At that time, the aura on this person was not as strong as it is now. Now it seems that he obviously misjudged him at the beginning. The cultivation level of the person in front of him has already made him feel threatened.

This is definitely not the aura that an ordinary cultivator who crosses the calamity can have.

This person might be an old monster who is going for the six-nine-day calamity.

"You are indeed problematic."

Thinking of the grievances between the Winged People and the Blood Demon over the years, the Winged People's Ancestor felt something was wrong.

Qiu Yuan didn't even bother to say anything this time, and raised his hand to strike with the third knife.

Compared to the previous two strikes, the third strike was silent. After the first strike, the long knife in Qiu Yuan's hand suddenly turned silver-white. The blood color on the blade disappeared completely, and the knife energy poured down like raindrops.

The dense sword energy mixed with the calamity power of the sky turned into a rain of blades, covering the entire area.

The Yi Ren Ancestor's aura surged, and the surrounding wood grain spread crazily.

In a blink of an eye, a primitive wood forest was formed around him, and these trees were filled with a large amount of wood-attribute spiritual power.

Swords and wood collided, and no one was willing to take a step back.

Wanxiang and Huanghe noticed something was wrong and immediately fled towards the edge area. Also escaping with the two of them were Yi Linghui, the elder of the Winged Human Clan, and Tie Kei, the young leader of the Golden Ant Clan. These two strong men who originally came to support immediately became marginal figures.

Not to mention that the person was not rescued, but now he himself has become the target of rescue.

boom! !

Intensive sword light fell.

The silver-white sword light poured down to the ground indiscriminately. Mu Lin only lasted for three breaths before being chopped into pieces by the sword energy. A lot of dust flew up from the ground. All the mountains, rivers and rivers were turned into dust at this moment, and from a distance the sky and the earth turned into silver and gray.

The silver one is the sword light, and the gray one is the dust.

The seventh-order trap formation arranged by Taoist Huanghe in this area was also completely chopped into pieces by these sword energies. Under the influence of the sword energy, the black clouds in the sky disappeared. The originally dark sky turned directly into daylight under the influence of the sword light.

The celestial phenomena reversely change, yin and yang reverse.

The Yiren Ancestor stood in the center, with a large number of wood grains appearing on his body. The color of the wood grains gradually changed from a light yellowish color to a dark brown.

After the sword light smashed through the woods outside, it landed on the wood-grained dharma body, making bursts of crisp sounds.

After a long time, the wings on the back of the Yiren Ancestor opened up little by little, like a sky curtain, holding out all the sword energy. The Yiren Ancestor who blocked the sword had cold eyes, looking at Hatred holding a long sword above him, Hanshuang said.

"The sword skills are good, but there is still a bit of meaning left. If that's all you have."

The breath of the ancestor of Yiren changed little by little, and the surrounding air turned solid at some point. The sawdust and dust that flew out before were all turned into seeds now. The brown wood grain is centered on the Winged Ancestor and slowly spreads to the surroundings.

The area chopped up by the sword energy was restored visibly to the naked eye.

Mountains, rivers reappear.

It's just that it's all wood.

“Are you ready for the wrath of a Mahayana monk?”

Tree buds shot out from below, but in the blink of an eye they turned into towering trees. All the wood spiritual energy in the space seemed to have found its source, and transformed into giant tree men one after another, fifty meters high, surrounding Hate in the middle.

"This is the difference in realm. Juniors like you who have not experienced the great calamity will never understand what the spirit of immortality is."

The spreading wood grains gradually connect together, and the whole world seems to have turned into the color of wood.

Under the weaving of these tree roots, vines continue to grow from the surrounding tree men. These vines connect and grow. After merging again and again, it finally transformed into a giant monster that covered the sky and the sun. This giant monster has wooden buds growing all over its body, and withered yellow leaves extend from the gaps.

It is covered in brown old tree bark, with a mysterious aura shining on it.

This aura is exactly the same as the one Ge Xian used when he escaped from the emperor's tomb. The tree monster roared, opened its big hand and swatted at Qiuen.

boom! !

There was a muffled sound.

Hatred fell from the air for the first time, and the right arm holding the long knife was damaged.

The giant monster raised its foot again, ready to trample the hatred into pieces.

Suddenly, a figure grabbed a chessboard and photographed it from the side. The aura of this man is as mysterious and unparalleled as that of the ancestor of Yiren. This perfectly placed chessboard shot directly hit the side of the Winged Ancestor in the middle, and also knocked the huge wooden monster to the ground.

The almost twisted spiritual power exploded on the chessboard, and the incandescent light annihilated everything.

"Who are you?"

After the light dissipated, the smashed wooden face of the Winged Ancestor was reorganized bit by bit. A large number of sawdust flew back to his face, and his expression changed from the previous understatement to a serious one. This guy who suddenly appeared is even more difficult to deal with than the guy with the bloody knife.

With his strength in the Mahayana realm, he had not even noticed the existence of this person before.

"Passing by."

Chen Luo looked at the cracked chessboard in his hand, a trace of regret flashing in his eyes. The chessboard that followed him all the way finally couldn't bear his chess moves and reached the end of its life.

Chen Luo came over very early. When the Golden Ant and the Ancestor of Wanxiang took action, he was watching from above. It's just that the power of the Illusion God Gu concealed his figure, keeping him in the dark.

I originally thought that the matter this time would be solved by Brother Qiuyen, but I didn't expect that the ancestor of the Yiren would end up personally. As a last resort, he had no choice but to show up and deal with this old guy together with Brother Qiuyen.