I borrowed my brain from the Emperor

Chapter 108 Picked up a brain

The night gradually deepened.

Chen Luo refined two furnaces of pills and slowly found some rules.

There are real contents in these fake prescriptions, but they are mixed between true and false, so it is a bit troublesome to choose. All he has to do is eliminate those fake prescriptions, find the medicinal materials needed for the real Qi Gathering Pill, and then adjust the correct ratio. Then the recipe for the Qi Gathering Pill is completed.

Boom boom boom!

There was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Chen Luo stopped what he was doing. He probably guessed who the visitor was. The postmen at the post station did not dare to come and disturb him.

"I am an outer disciple of Xianmen Tianming Peak in Xia Shenhu. I sensed Taoist brother's aura at the door before. I came here to ask for advice out of curiosity." A voice came from outside the door. This voice was the coir raincoat he saw at the window not long ago. people.

This person, Chen Luo, was not originally intended to be contacted.

When you are away from home, it is better to do less than to do more.

But now that the other party has come over, he can't turn him away. The other party is also a disciple of the Shenhu Immortal Sect and can be regarded as his fellow sect.

"come in."

Chen Luo waved his sleeves, and the elixirs and medicinal residues were put into his storage bag.

"It's been almost half a month since I left the Immortal Sect, and I finally met a practitioner. Judging from the appearance of my senior brother, he also came from the Immortal Sect, right?" The middle-aged man walked in. He had already changed his raincoat and was wearing Wearing a crisp light blue gown.

This man looked to be in his forties.

At this age, most of the immortal sects are already inner disciples. According to the rules of the Immortal Sect, those who cannot break through the late stage of Qi refining within three years will be driven off the mountain. Chen Luo took a look and saw that the identity mark on the other party was indeed from Tianming Peak.

"what's up?"

Chen Luo ignored the other party's question.

"I'm at Tianming Peak Wanming. I wonder which peak my senior brother belongs to? Are you planning to go home when you go down this mountain? The Immortal Sect has encountered such an unexpected incident and doesn't know what to do." The middle-aged man seemed not to notice Chen Luo's tone. He was impatient and continued to talk about his worries.

He was shouting something like a senior brother, and he looked like a sociable person.

This is very different from the cold and stern image when they first met.

"Just out on a mission."

Chen Luo replied expressionlessly. His mind was now full of Qi Gathering Pill recipes. After refining more than twenty kinds of pill recipes, he already had some ideas.

"Junior brother, if nothing is wrong, please leave. I want to rest."

He deliberately called the other person junior brother because he didn't want to waste time with him anymore.

A stranger, if he didn't have the identity of a disciple of Shenhu Immortal Sect, he wouldn't even bother to talk to him.

"Then don't bother senior brother."

The middle-aged man stood up, smiled and cupped his hands, then opened the door and went out.

The whole process gave people a nice feeling.

In the brief exchange, Chen Luo didn't even tell him his name.

This guy named Wan Ming gave him a very strange feeling. He was different from other immortal disciples, as if he was wearing someone else's skin.

The rain finally subsided in the second half of the night.

Chen Luo refined a few more furnaces and began to slowly refine some poison pills. This proves that he is on the right track, and the rest is a matter of proportion.

The Tianming Peak monk named Wan Ming has been silent since he returned. It is not known whether he was still practicing while asleep.

It's getting light.

Chen Luo collected the alchemy furnace and herbs and went outside to practice in the courtyard.

Breathing in and refining qi is a constant process, and this process has been uninterrupted since the beginning of Chen Luo's practice.

"Senior brother, it's good morning."

After Chen Luo finished refining his energy, he stood up and saw Wan Ming walking out. He still had the same smile on his face as last night. When he saw Chen Luo getting up, he walked over slowly.

'Watch the left hand. '

In Chen Luo's mind, a keenly observant brain gave a feedback.

'There are spiritual energy fluctuations. '

'Thunder Talisman! '

The two foundation-building brains also sensed it at the same time.

The three pieces of feedback made Chen Luo narrow his eyes instinctively, and then the same smile appeared on his face.

"I have a question about spiritual practice and I want to ask my teacher."

"What a coincidence? I happen to have a question too."

Chen Luo smiled and greeted him. He raised his hand, and the spiritual power in his body instantly gathered in the palm of his hand.

Wind control!

call out!

Three light blue wind beams shot out from his hand. Relying on the experience of foundation-building brain, the wind control technique released by Chen Luo is a magical power at the foundation-building level. Apart from the poor quality, there is no problem with the technique.

Wan Ming, who was on the opposite side, did not expect that Chen Luo would suddenly take action. Before he could even lift his foot, three wind rays slashed across his neck.

puff!

The next two cuts passed diagonally, directly dividing him into several sections.

The bloody water exploded, and the remaining limbs fell into the mud. There was a yellow thunder talisman in his left hand. If he had been half a step slower, the thunder talisman would have been completely activated.

"Wow"

The thrown head coughed out a mouthful of blood, and it was still wide-eyed until death.

He didn't expect that Chen Luo would take action at all, let alone that he would take action so decisively. There is no worry at all about accidentally killing a fellow disciple.

Chen Luo looked at the palm of his hand, his expression a little solemn.

The moment he took action, the other party also reacted. This reaction is just like intuition, it is subconscious and has been honed by countless times on the edge of life and death.

This reaction left a wound the size of a pinhole in his palm, caused by the needle-shaped magic weapon. This guy named Wan Ming is more ruthless than expected. He kills with one strike. He uses dialogue to relax his vigilance. He secretly uses thunder talismans and needle-shaped magic weapons, plus he attacks from three parties at the same time.

If we had taken one step slower, the situation would not be what it is now.

"There is a problem with the token"

Chen Luo walked over and picked up the token on the opponent's body, and he could tell it after a quick identification.

The token is real and belongs to a monk from Tianming Peak named 'Wan Ming'. But the person in front of him is not Wan Ming, he is just a casual cultivator who borrowed the name 'Wan Ming'. When he first saw it yesterday, he was already ready to attack Chen Luo. The subsequent tests in the room were also to confirm Chen Luo's cultivation.

"Rogue cultivator?"

Under the storm, not only the big factions were fighting, but hyenas were also surrounding them.

The Shenhu Immortal Sect is in chaos, which is the best opportunity for this group of casual cultivators.

The immortal disciples who came down the mountain were their targets for obtaining resources. Perhaps the casual cultivators are not as qualified as the formal Shenhu Immortal Sect disciples in terms of qualifications, but in terms of fighting and ruthlessness, the ten Immortal Sect disciples combined cannot compare to them.

Good at disguise and scheming.

This was much more ruthless than the Jie Xiu who ambushed him during the joint mission.

After stopping the wound on his hand, Chen Luo picked up the needle-shaped magic weapon that sneaked up on him. This thing is made of high-quality materials and has reached the level of a first-order magic weapon. It was much more advanced than the disciple sword he received at Enlightenment Peak.

Most of the casual cultivators are poor, but those who can be retained by them are mostly high-quality ones.

"It can be considered an unexpected gain."

Putting away the needle-shaped magic weapon, Chen Luo walked to the mud beside him and placed a hand on Wan Ming's brain.

"This brain can't be wasted."

When he struck just now, he reserved his hand and chopped off the neck in order to ensure the integrity of the brain.

‘After contact with the brain waves of a dead person, the damage degree is 7%. Do you want to read it? ’

Read!

This was the first time that Chen Luo received an immortal cultivator's brain with such a high degree of completeness. But there is still 7% damage, and this 7% damage should be caused by death. A 100% complete brain will probably only be available after he masters how to 'shut down' people's consciousness.

'I hate! '

'You bitch of the Corpse Raising Sect, you will definitely avenge your humiliation on me someday. '

'What will happen to Liu Niang if I die? '

The moment it was absorbed into the brain, a large number of mixed thoughts rushed over.

Fortunately, Chen Luo was well prepared. After simply stabilizing his mind, he put an end to these distracting thoughts. From these thoughts, he read two useful pieces of information, one was about the place where the scattered cultivator Wan Ming hid his treasure, and the second was related to the Corpse Raising Sect.

The collision between sects had already begun, and these disciples who came down the mountain were the first batch of confrontations.

It’s not safe on the mountain, and it’s the same below.

Whether you can escape and ascend to heaven depends entirely on your personal ability.

It was the wisest choice for Chen Luo not to choose to take the cross-region flying boat, otherwise the person who would greet him would not be Wan Ming, a casual cultivator, but a foundation-building immortal cultivator from the Corpse Raising Sect or the Nine Poison Valley.

"Sealing off and plundering...the Corpse Raising Sect?"

After extracting his consciousness, Chen Luo threw Wan Ming's brain out, then stood up and left.

This time he didn't even sit in the carriage.

Forget it if you didn’t know before. Now that you know that the Corpse Raising Sect and the Nine Poison Valley are blocking it behind the scenes, it’s natural to readjust the route.

In Wan Ming's mind, there is a task arrangement point for the Corpse Raising Sect.

The highly complete brain allowed Chen Luo to read many useful obsessions. He only needed to avoid these mission points to escape easily.

"I don't know how Junior Sister Huang Ying is doing."

Chen Luo thought of Junior Sister Huang Ying who left first.

The other party left with Senior Sister Shen from the inner sect. With the methods of Senior Sister Shen, she should not have perished.

The most important thing right now is to protect himself first. The Corpse Raising Sect will not let him go just because he is weak. The two sects were clearly aiming to exterminate their families.

If you want to blame it, blame Shenhu Xianmen for being too fat!

Half a day after Chen Luo left.

A man with a cold face appeared outside the inn, stepping on the mud.

Three low-level zombies easily dug out the corpse of Wan Ming who was killed by Chen Luo from the mud.

The ordinary people in the inn were trembling with fear, and they all knelt on the ground with earth-colored faces and stuttered when they spoke.

"died?"

The cold man ignored these mortals. He walked to Wan Ming's body and reached out to pick up the severed arm holding the thunder talisman.

"Useless trash."

The cold man threw it away casually, and Wan Ming's severed arm fell into the hands of three low-level zombies, and was chewed up in the blink of an eye. He turned around and glanced at the mortal man kneeling on the ground over there, then turned indifferently and walked away. A zombie covered in black hair followed him step by step, and the ferocious aura dyed the surrounding soil black and gray.

The three low-level zombies turned their heads to the side immediately after their master left, with a flash of scarlet in their eyes, and they pounced on them mindlessly.

"what"

A few shrill screams startled countless birds

(End of this chapter)