I borrowed my brain from the Emperor

Chapter 122 Meeting Mo Wenjian again

Chen Luo was flying in mid-air on leaves. This giant white python seemed to have intelligence. It immediately escaped after missing a hit. The huge body shuttled through the mountain forest, knocking up countless trees by their roots and sending gravel flying everywhere.

After the old mummy ghost broke through the evil spirit of Yinmulin, the effect of the maze disappeared. Chen Luo and the white giant python chased and escaped, and soon they were out of the range of Yinmulin.

"This giant python is faster than the giant ape, with such a big body"

Chen Luo stepped on the leaves, and his figure merged with the mountain wind, leaving an afterimage in the air. The trees, grass and rocks on the ground retreated rapidly. The giant python in front also noticed the pursuer behind and kept sweeping away the gravel and trees with its tail, trying to block Chen Luo's progress.

'The wind has changed. '

'There is a gathering of spiritual energy in the snake demon's body, and it may fight back. '

'Use the fire spell to attack the left side, there is an enemy! '

Three thoughts emerged in the external brain. These three thoughts came from the brain with perfect wind attribute, and they perceived the surrounding environment. There are also two brains of foundation-building monks, paying attention to the actions of the snake demon, and the last one is the brain of casual cultivator Wan Ming.

This guy has a very keen sense of hostility. When Chen Luo killed him, his instinctive resistance hurt his palms. Now, after being absorbed by Chen Luo, this keen sense has also been brought to his brain.

bass!

Chen Luo stretched out one hand and put the fingers of his right hand together.

The spiritual energy circulated into the palm of his hand, and the hot energy instantly turned into magical powers, blasting towards the side. The scorching flames turned into a long dragon, distorting the surrounding air.

boom! !

There was an explosion, sending up a heat wave that reached the sky. The scorching fire could explode the entire area, causing trees to burn and gravel to fly. A figure rolled out of the woods nearby in an extremely embarrassed manner. This man was wearing blue-grey clothes, carrying a glazed sword on his back, his hair was disheveled, and he looked very embarrassed.

"Mo Wen Jian?"

The moment the figure rolled out, Chen Luo recognized this guy at a glance.

This sword cultivator was the genius sword cultivator who performed the first mission with him. Chen Luo still remembered his words clearly. It's just that the scene was too chaotic during the first mission. After he rushed out, Chen Luo never saw him again. He thought he had followed the old path of his sword cultivator brother, but he didn't expect that he had escaped after he rushed out. One calamity.

Now it seems that he has betrayed Xianmen.

Surrendered to the enemy.

The blue-grey clothes he wore were exactly the clothes worn by the inner disciples of the Nine Poison Valley.

"How did you find me?"

Mo Wenjian's face looked a little ugly. He couldn't understand how Chen Luo found him. After joining the Nine Poison Valley, he modified his skills. Now, in addition to the explosive sword intent, he also mastered several magical powers.

Even though he only has the strength of the seventh level of Qi refining, he is not afraid of even the tenth level of Qi refining when he really makes a move. Of course, I only have the confidence of Three Swords. After three sword strikes, he has to run away, otherwise the attack and defense will change, and a strong man at the tenth level of Qi refining can hang him up and beat him.

"You're a loser who just broke through the seventh level of Qi refining. Naturally, I saw it at a glance." Chen Luo said condescendingly with the same expression as Mo Wenjian.

"Nonsense. I have been in the late stage of Qi refining for a year and a half. Even in the Nine Poison Valley, no one will say that I am slow in cultivation." Mo Wenjian looked dissatisfied. But his voice became softer as he said this, because he found that he couldn't clearly see Chen Luo's cultivation.

This situation will only occur if you are higher than three minor realms.

Is he at the tenth level of Qi refining?

This is impossible!

Mo Wenjian felt that he must have been blinded. He was already a genius with Tianlinggen. How could there be someone in this world who could practice faster than him!

While the two were talking, the white giant python running in front finally gathered its energy, and saw the huge python on the other side suddenly turned around, opened its mouth and sprayed at them.

The sky-wide storm sprayed dense wind energy blades from the Shekou and turned into a fan-shaped area, flattening the ground.

The two people who were talking quickly dispersed. Mo Wenjian spread his body skills, and the people kept changing in the air like leaves. The dense wind swept against his body, but it never hurt his body.

Chen Luo's way of coping was simpler.

The moment the Feng Gang Qi Blade rolled over, he opened the brains of the two foundation-building monks on the Enlightenment Peak. One of the brain spiritual roots had wind attributes, so his perception was more acute. He stood directly on the foundation-building monks Look at the weak points of these Feng Gang Qi Blades from a different angle.

'The middle part is weak and the spiritual power is chaotic. '

Shifting half a step, Chen Luo moved his spiritual energy to his index finger and gently scattered a wind blade. Then step forward again and use the same method to crush the wind blade.

The man did not retreat but advanced in the storm, just using his fingers to smash the air blades that threatened him. Mo Wenjian, who had avoided the wind blade in mid-air, was secretly proud of himself. His "moving with the wind" hand was the exclusive magical power of the Wind Spirit Root cultivator, which could avoid the enemy's attack with the least amount of force. It is a magical power that sword cultivators like to learn the most. He learned it as soon as he started. Every time he fights, he uses this skill to save his strength and kill with the last blow.

But when he looked down, he was dumbfounded.

In his eyes, Chen Luo was just like teleporting. He used one finger to constantly smash the incoming wind blade, and then his figure kept changing, moving forward a lot every time he appeared. In just a short while, he was almost at the python's mouth. "Is this wind blade just a show-off?"

A thought flashed across Mo Wenjian's confused head, and then he stopped and tried to transfer his spiritual power to his index finger, imitating Chen Luo and tapping the wind blade.

call out.

A bloody cut was left on the fingertip. If he hadn't reacted quickly, the finger would have been gone.

"Radium."

When he reached the python's mouth, Chen Luo took out his new magic sword and lightly touched the blade. The giant python also reacted. It quickly restrained its demonic aura and wanted to retreat, but Chen Luo was faster than it. The magic sword with the sharp metal technique pierced its jaw, and blood spurted out on the spot. .

"It can't be wasted."

Chen Luo quickly took out a porcelain bottle and put the spurted blood into it. This porcelain bottle was used by him to store elixirs. It was used to store blood essence and prevent the loss of spiritual energy.

The pain-stricken white python made a sweeping sweep and hit the ground with its head, exploding a huge lotus-shaped pit.

Then a 'tearing' sound was heard.

The python's body trembled for a while, and the ground shook and then stopped moving.

"died?"

Mo Wenjian flew down and stood on the side with a face full of disbelief. This is a monster that has reached the perfection level of Qi refining. In a normal fight, it would take at least three Qi refining masters of the same level to kill it with confidence.

"Ran."

Chen Luo pulled out the magic sword. After all the trouble just now, the new magic sword he received from the door had cracks, and it was probably not far away from being reimbursed.

He stepped forward and patted it gently with his hand, and the area where his palm touched actually sunk in. Only then did Mo Wenjian realize that what was left in front of him was just a piece of snake skin. He pushed away the molting area and quickly stepped forward, only to find that the true body of the python had used the effort of shedding its skin to escape.

The intelligence of this giant white python is indeed much higher than that of the giant ape. After realizing that something was wrong, it immediately shed its skin and ran away. Although it was a little embarrassed, it was able to save its own life.

"Tell me, why did you change your family?"

Chen Luo put the snake skin away and began to ask about Mo Wenjian's experience.

"I'm poor. I can't learn top-notch sword cultivation skills in the Shenhu Immortal Sect. I asked my master about the foundation building skills. I need a merit score of 30,000 to practice it. With so many merit points, I have to work for the sect at least. It takes thirty years to afford it. Thirty years and I don't want to waste this time." Mo Wenjian didn't shy away from anything and directly stated his choice.

He wanted to build a foundation and even wanted a golden elixir.

But not that many spirit stones.

In the Shenhu Immortal Sect, everything has a clearly marked price. This is a rule set by the founder.

After more than half a year, the two met again.

Their identities have also undergone great changes. Mo Wenjian took refuge in the Nine Poison Valley, and Chen Luo became a garrison disciple with no title. To a certain extent, they all abandoned the Shenhu Immortal Sect.

"It's understandable that when people go to higher places, water flows to lower places."

If it were Chen Luo himself, he wouldn't want to waste these thirty years in vain. The earlier a monk in the Qi Refining Realm reaches the level, the higher his success will be. After thirty years, what is the chance of success in establishing the foundation?

"You came here this time to build a spiritual object, right?" Mo Wenjian suddenly asked.

"Aren't you the same?"

Chen Luo nodded, there was nothing to hide.

"It's best not to go there. The foundation-building spiritual objects here were raised in captivity in the Nine Poison Valley." Mo Wenjian hesitated and reminded Chen Luo.

"There are foundation-building monks on the other side of the lake."

"I sensed it."

Chen Luo sighed, this was the reason why he didn't go over.

When he entered the valley, the two foundation-building brains in his mind had already reminded him.

The three major sects' control over foundation building is unimaginably strict. The foundation building spiritual objects born in places like Mushan City have been distributed a long time ago. That is to say, monks like Zhou Tianyang who have no foundation and are backed by the Loose Cultivator Alliance want to take advantage because they have no access to and do not know the division of interests among the three major sects.

"Let's go, be careful. After I build the foundation, I will fight with you again."

Mo Wenjian packed up his magic sword and turned around and left without looking back.

(End of this chapter)