Chapter 108 Picking up a Brain

The night gradually deepened.

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

These fake pill recipes all have real content, but they are half true and half false, so it is a bit troublesome to choose. What he has to do is to eliminate those fake prescriptions, find the real medicinal materials needed for the Qi Gathering Pill, and then adjust the correct proportion, and then the recipe of the Qi Gathering Pill will be reversed.

Dong Dong Dong!

There was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Chen Luo stopped what he was doing, and he probably guessed who the person was. The postmen at the post station didn't dare to disturb him.

"I am an outer disciple of Tianming Peak of Shenhu Xianmen. I sensed the breath of Taoist brother at the door before, and I came here to ask for advice out of curiosity." A voice came from outside the door. This voice was the man in straw raincoat he saw in the window not long ago.

Chen Luo originally didn't plan to contact this person.

When you go out, it's better to have less trouble than more.

But since the other party has come, it is not good for him to turn him away. The other party is also a disciple of Shenhu Xianmen, and is considered to be his fellow disciple.

"Come in."

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

"I have been away from Xianmen for almost half a month, and finally met a cultivator. Judging from the appearance of senior brother, he is also from Xianmen, right?" The middle-aged man walked in. He had changed his raincoat and was wearing a dry light blue long gown.

The man looked to be about forty years old.

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

"What's the matter?"

Chen Luo ignored the other party's question.

"I am Wan Ming from Tianming Peak. I wonder which peak you are from? Are you going home this time? The Immortal Sect has encountered such an incident, and I don't know what to do." The middle-aged man seemed not to notice the impatience in Chen Luo's tone, and continued to talk about his worries.

He kept calling him "senior brother", and he looked like a sociable person.

This was very different from the cold image when they first met.

"Just going out to perform a mission."

Chen Luo replied expressionlessly. His mind was full of the recipe of the Qi Gathering Pill. After refining more than 20 recipes, he already had some ideas.

"Junior brother, if you are okay, please leave. I want to rest."

He deliberately called the other party "Junior brother" because he didn't want to waste time with him.

A stranger, if he was not a disciple of Shenhu Xianmen, he would not even bother to talk to the other party.

"Then I won't bother you, senior brother."

The middle-aged man stood up, smiled and bowed, and then pushed the door out.

The whole process gave people a feeling of a good man.

In a 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 sect disciples. He seemed to be wearing someone else's skin.

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

Chen Luo refined a few more furnaces and began to slowly refine some poison pills. This proved that he was in the right direction. The rest was a matter of proportion.

The Tianming Peak cultivator named Wan Ming had no movement after returning. It was unknown whether he was asleep or practicing.

The sky gradually brightened.

Chen Luo collected the furnace and herbs and went to the yard outside to practice.

Breathing and refining is a persistent process. This process has never stopped since Chen Luo started practicing.

"Brother, good morning."

Chen Luo stood up after refining his qi and saw Wan Ming coming out. He still had the same smile on his face as last night. He walked over slowly when he saw Chen Luo stand up.

'Pay attention to your left hand. '

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

'There is a fluctuation of spiritual energy. '

'Thunder Talisman! '

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

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

"I have a question about cultivation, and I want to ask you, brother."

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

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

Wind Control Technique!

Whoosh!

Three light blue wind gusts flew out from his hand. With the experience of the foundation-building brain, the wind control technique released by Chen Luo was a magical power at the foundation-building level. Except for the poor quality, there was no problem with the technique.

Wan Ming on the opposite side did not expect Chen Luo to suddenly attack. Before he raised his foot, three wind gusts passed through his neck.

Puff!

The two behind him even cut diagonally, directly splitting him into several pieces.

Blood burst out, and the stumps fell into the mud. In the left hand, there was a yellow thunder talisman. If it was half a step slower, the thunder talisman would have been completely activated.

"Wow"

The head that was thrown out coughed out a mouthful of blood, and it was still staring until death.

He didn't expect Chen Luo to make a move, and he didn't expect him to be so decisive.

He didn't worry about killing his fellow disciples by mistake.

Chen Luo looked at his palm, his face a little solemn.

The moment he made a move just now, the other party also reacted. This reaction is like intuition, subconscious, and honed countless times on the brink 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 Tianming Peak monk 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.

‘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 from 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, and after simply calming down 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 down 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 mission 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, 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 at the post station, 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 without thinking.

"ah"

A few shrill screams startled countless birds