I borrowed my brain from the Emperor

Chapter 196 Plan

As the ripples spread, a figure slowly emerged from the vortex in the middle. The image of this figure was exactly that of the flying foundation-building expert.

In Chen Luo's hands, the shadow is in the center of the whirlpool, surrounded by his stirring power. The invisible power affected reality from the projection, and the scene outside Gu Wang Peak also changed accordingly.

The face of the foundation-building expert who was desperately flying this way changed, but then he turned crazy and flew faster. The three flying rats following behind also sped up. The two in front spit out a circle of black mist from their mouths and rolled it towards the man in front like a chain. The one behind stopped and took out the smoke from the hair. He put a small green bottle on the back to be on guard.

They also sensed something was wrong and left one to deal with possible sneak attacks.

"You want to be alone? How can anything in the world be so cheap?"

The man's face was full of madness.

Chen Luo still stirred his fingers. As the rotation frequency increased, the invisible force was also pulled over and surrounded the blood escape man.

'How dare you insult my elder brother like this? I'm going to kill them! '

'When did I, the genius of the Ghost Blood Sect, become so cowardly? '

Did two figures that had been forgotten by the blood escape man emerge in his mind? These two people were his former junior brother and master. This scene appeared extremely strange, as if it grew from his body.

During his trance, the world in his eyes was distorted, and he returned to the forgotten mountain gate again. Even the swaying grass at the mountain gate was exactly the same as in his memory. Here, he once again saw his favorite junior sister, the woman who had been dead for more than 170 years.

"Something's wrong!"

"Brother, it was the man in the mountain who did something. If it weren't for him, this guy would never dare to blow himself up."

Su Linlin watched Chen Luo's actions throughout the whole process, and she did not move her eyes away until the Blood Escape Foundation Builder blew himself up and died.

At this moment, the blood-escaping man could no longer hold on. He roared like crazy and rushed towards the two rat demons that were charging behind him. His body was full of blood like a ignited flame, and he fought desperately with the two flying rats behind him.

"Junior sister!!"

"Let's talk about it when we get back!"

The spiritual power was twisted, and the whole person exploded on the spot, and the circular blood mist swept past. The two black sky rats were severely injured. Fortunately, another flying rat rushed over and caught the two falling companions.

The Blood Escape man's eyes turned red. He clearly felt that he was being plotted against, but he couldn't find the enemy.

'Brother Feng, leave quickly and leave me alone.'

"Ok?"

Within a moment, the blood-escape man who was fighting for his life was once again at a disadvantage. Just when the two of them thought they were going to capture this person, the Blood Escape man withdrew his aura and shouted crazily.

"Senior, it's a good idea."

The woman leaned against the door, her eyes full of tears.

Bang! !

The fleeing man noticed something was wrong immediately. He spread his consciousness and a circle of blood-red mist enveloped his body. He started checking his condition, thinking he was cursed.

The two flying rats were unaware for a moment and were caught off guard by the blood-escape man. But the two reacted quickly and began an orderly counterattack.

The three flying rats outside glanced in this direction with fear. The uninjured one reached out to grab the storage bag left behind after the blood escape man died, and led the two of them back to the original path in a stream of light.

The three flying rats rested in the air for a while, suppressing their injuries.

"If you dare to hurt my junior sister, I will fight with you!"

But the strange thing is that he did not find the source of the curse, nor did he find any signs of being attacked.

It was precisely because I saw it that I was even more surprised.

The power that Chen Luo now has is beyond the scope of foundation building, and it reminds her of the most famous pill-forming ancestor in the evil cultivation land a long time ago.

"It's just a little trick."

Chen Luo retracted his hand, and the spinning power in front of him dissipated little by little.

The Heart Demon Technique is one of Chen Luo's most familiar skills. After the foundation was established, the power of the Heart Demon Technique gradually fell behind. This time he tried to add the power of the 'Black Stone Secret Technique' to it, so that this technique that he had almost given up suddenly exploded with unimaginable power. The mysterious power in the air, he roughly There are also speculations.

Heart demon.

I just don’t know how these powers appear and how to make perfect use of them. When he actually fights with the enemy, others can’t give him such a long time to prepare. There is also the problem of consumption. He seemed relaxed just now, but in fact Shang summoned nearly half of the spiritual dragon in his body.

"The ingredients for the elixir I need are all there. Come back to me after you buy them."

Chen Luo had made a new discovery about the Inner Demon Art, and was ready to study it carefully, so he was too lazy to be polite to the fox girl.

Trouble solved, it's time to see off the guests.

"Then see you next time."

Su Linlin didn't stay much longer. Her mission here was to connect with the strong men on Gu Demon Mountain. Now that the mission was completed, she would continue to return to her clan.

After sending Su Linlin away, Chen Luo returned to the room and took out the messy exercises from the storage bag. In the past three years, the main focus has been on the Demon Bone Formation Technique and the Black Stone Secret Technique. It is time to sort out the gains of the 'Yizhuang' and his team.

Take out the storage bags of the coffin-carrying old man and Fang Laomo, as well as the strange insect eggs presented by the cultivating family below, and start refining them.

The spiritual stones were piled aside, and Chen Luo found two techniques from the debris, which were the corpse god curse of the old man carrying the coffin and the transformation technique of Fang Laomo. Although these two techniques have not been noticed by the mummy brain, in Chen Luo's view, these two magical powers have their own uniqueness and are most suitable for his current state.

The falling snow makes no sound.

Chen Luo sat in the training room with his brows furrowed.

The candlelight in the room kept beating, and the reflection on the wall kept shaking.

It only took Chen Luo half a day to master the corpse god curse of the coffin-carrying old man, but he got stuck when it came to the transformation technique. Fang Laomo's transformation technique is so extreme that he must give up his physical body to cultivate his magical powers in order to practice it. For Chen Luo, this kind of practice method is definitely not advisable. It is impossible for him to give up the 'Demon Bone Formation Technique' that he has finally mastered for a magical power.

He has been thinking about a solution these days.

Spiritual power cultivation has not fallen behind either. After reaching forty-nine spiritual power dragons, the speed of improvement has become extremely slow. The fiftieth one is still just a phantom.

He finally understood why those foundation-building monks had been practicing for hundreds of years. The further you practice, the higher the quality of spiritual power required. After the middle stage of foundation building, it is difficult to increase spiritual power by breathing alone. Even with the bonus of second-level spiritual veins, this improvement is still exaggeratedly slow.

With Chen Luo's qualifications and practicing step by step on the mountain, it would take at least fifty years to reach the late stage of foundation building.

"It's impossible to give up on physical training."

Chen Luo sighed.

Mummy Brain has no interest in transfiguration and has not given a single reminder from beginning to end. The concept of Jiedan Brain is as clear as ever.

Realm is everything.

Let him give up the research on this low-level magical power.

Putting the bone slip down, Chen Luo stood up and walked to the side to pick up the last ingredient for the Yang Yuan Dan and start refining it. If the transformation spell cannot be broken, the only option is to improve the realm first.

Start a fire.

Soon a batch of elixirs was produced, three at a time.

Chen Luo picked up the elixir and drank it directly. The power of the medicine melted along his body, speeding up the gathering of spiritual power in his body. The fiftieth Qi-Condensing Dragon condensed a little more, and the part of his left claw had already appeared.

But that’s it.

The Yangyuan Pill is an elixir in the early stage of foundation building. It begins to lose its effectiveness in the middle stage of foundation building. Like Chen Luo's spiritual power intensity in the late stage of foundation building, the effect of the Yangyuan Pill is very limited. Unless it is accumulated in sufficient quantities, it will not be effective at all. There won't be much effect.

After digesting the three pills, Chen Luo did not get up immediately.

He now feels like he has nowhere to go.

He has practiced all the magical powers he can, and his realm can only be accumulated slowly.

'How do ancient cultivators practice? '

Chen Luo didn't want to spend time polishing his realm like today's immortal cultivators. That was too slow. The process is full of variables, including qualifications, resources, and spiritual places. Any variable is enough to make his practice successful. The most important thing is the knowledge he is now exposed to, whether it is the land of the Seven Kingdoms or the current land of evil cultivation.

There is only one kind of golden elixir condensed by all the elixir-forming monks, and that is the red elixir.

Chen Luo thought of the ancient method practiced by his teacher Changqing Zhenren in the Yue Kingdom Tomb.

The ancient practice methods are being eliminated because the world is different and the resources have also changed. However, in the ancient method, there are three levels of alchemy formation, among which red alchemy is the lowest level of alchemy formation. The pill-forming brain collected in Chen Luo's external brain, his biggest obsession after death is to condense the 'Red Pill', and the road is hopeless.

So Chen Luo never thought about condensing red core from the beginning.

However, if the red elixir is not condensed, how can the golden elixir be condensed? Without the corresponding knowledge, even the mummy brain will not be able to give better suggestions. Just like when he was building the foundation, he had to keep up with his 'knowledge' so that his mummy brain could find the most perfect path.

After thinking for a long time, Chen Luo couldn't think of any good solution.

He stood up and walked to the side, taking out a roll of bamboo slips from the cabinet. This bamboo slip was written by Chen Luo himself, and it records his research on mysterious powers during this period.

This is the only way to break the situation that he has come up with using his many brains so far.

If Reiki alone is not enough, increase the amount! It would be a waste for these mysterious powers to wander outside. It would be better to integrate them with him and become the qualifications for him to advance. Anyway, the mummy’s brain didn’t notice the danger, it’s just a matter of practice! The worst could be worse than the hopeless Chi Dan?

Opening the bamboo slip and spreading it on the table, Chen Luo took off the brush next to it.

The power in the body changes little by little, the Black Stone Secret Technique is mobilized again, the inner demon secret inside the body flows, and a qualitative change immediately occurs as soon as the two powers are combined.

His eyes turned gray-white in the process, and the power of his consciousness was compressed into a point, condensed into the tip of the brush.

He picked up his pen and dipped a drop of ink into the inkstone next to him.

The pen tip is suspended above the bamboo slip.

The ink condenses towards the tip of the pen under the action of gravity, and finally gathers into a drop of black water, which is accurately dropped on the blank bamboo slips in the fourth row.

(End of this chapter)