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 hand, the shadow was in the center of the vortex, and the surrounding area was all the power he stirred. The invisible power affected the reality from the projection, and the scene outside the Guwang Peak also changed.

The face of the foundation-building expert who was desperately flying here changed, but then turned into madness, and the speed of flying became faster. The three flying mice following behind also accelerated. The front two spit out a circle of black mist from their mouths, and rolled towards the man in front like a chain. The one that fell behind stopped and took out a small green bottle from its hair to be on guard behind.

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

"You want to stay out of trouble? There is no such a cheap thing in the world."

The man's face was full of madness.

Chen Luo still stirred his fingers, and as the frequency of rotation increased, the invisible force was also drawn over and surrounded the blood-escaping man.

‘How dare you insult my elder brother like this? I will kill them! ’

‘When did the genius of my Ghost Blood Sect become so cowardly? ’

Two figures that had been forgotten by the blood escape man appeared in his mind. These two people were his former junior brothers and master. This scene was extremely strange, as if they had grown out of his body.

“Huh?”

The man in the flight noticed something was wrong at the first time. He spread his consciousness and a circle of blood-red mist wrapped around his body. He began to check his condition, thinking that he was cursed.

But strangely, he did not find the source of the curse, nor did he find any signs of being attacked.

“Something is wrong!”

The blood escape man’s eyes turned red. He clearly felt that he was being plotted against, but he just couldn’t find the enemy.

In his trance, the world in his eyes became distorted. He returned to the forgotten mountain gate in a trance 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.

‘Brother Feng, go away, don’t worry about me’

The woman leaned against the door, tears in her eyes.

“Junior sister!!”

At this moment, the blood escape man could no longer hold on, and roared madly, rushing towards the two rat demons rushing from behind. His blood was like a ignited flame, and he fought desperately with the two flying rats behind him.

The two flying rats were caught off guard by the blood escape man. But the two quickly reacted and began to counterattack in an orderly manner.

But in a moment, the blood escape man who was fighting for his life fell into a disadvantage again. Just when the two thought they were going to take him down, the blood escape man retracted his breath and shouted crazily.

“Dare to hurt my junior sister, I will fight you!”

Bang!!

The spiritual power twisted, and the whole person exploded on the spot, and the circular blood mist swept over, and the two black rats suffered heavy damage. Fortunately, another flying rat rushed over and caught the two falling companions.

The three flying mice rested in the air for a while and suppressed their injuries.

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

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

The three flying mice outside looked at this direction fearfully. The uninjured one reached out and grabbed the storage bag left after the blood escape man died, and took the two of them back in a stream of light.

"Senior, good tricks."

Su Linlin watched Chen Luo's moves throughout the whole process, and she never looked away until the blood escape foundation-building man self-destructed and died.

It was because she saw it that she was even more surprised.

The power that Chen Luo now possessed had already exceeded the scope of foundation-building, which reminded her of the most famous Jindan ancestor in the evil cultivation land a long time ago.

"It's just a small trick."

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

The Heart Demon Art is one of Chen Luo's most familiar skills. After the foundation-building, the power of the Heart Demon Art gradually became outdated. This time he tried to add the power of the ‘Black Stone Secret Technique’ to it, so that this technique, which he was about to give up, suddenly burst out with unimaginable power. He also had a rough guess about the mysterious power in the air.

Heart Demon.

He just didn’t know how these powers appeared and how to use them perfectly. When he really fought with the enemy, others would not give him so much time to prepare. There was also the problem of consumption. He seemed relaxed just now, but in fact he used nearly half of the spiritual power dragon in his body.

“The materials for the elixir I need are all above. Come back to me after you buy them.”

The Heart Demon Technique had a new discovery, and Chen Luo was ready to study it carefully, so he was too lazy to be polite to the fox girl.

The trouble was solved, it was time to send the guests away.

“Then see you next time.”

Su Linlin didn’t stay for long. Her mission here was to connect with the strong men on Gu Mo Mountain. Now that the mission was completed, she would continue to return to the clan.

After sending Su Linlin away, Chen Luo returned to the room and took out the messy techniques in the storage bag.

In the past three years, I have focused my energy on the Demon Bone Array Pattern Technique and the Black Stone Secret Technique. It is time to sort out the gains from the previous trip to the "Yi Zhuang".

Empty the storage bags of the old man carrying the coffin and the old demon Fang, and start refining the strange insect eggs presented by the Xiuxian family below.

Putting the spirit stones aside, Chen Luo found two techniques from the sundries, which were the Corpse God Curse of the old man carrying the coffin and the Transformation Technique of Fang Lao Mo. Although these two techniques were not taken seriously by the mummy brain, in Chen Luo's opinion, these two magical powers have their own unique features and are most suitable for his current realm.

The snow fell silently.

Chen Luo sat in the practice room with a frown.

The candlelight in the room kept flickering, and the reflection of the wall kept shaking.

It took Chen Luo only half a day to master the Corpse God Curse of the old man carrying the coffin, but he got stuck when it came to the Transformation Technique. Fang Lao Mo's Transformation Technique is very extreme, and it is necessary to give up the physical cultivation magical power to practice. For Chen Luo, this kind of practice is definitely not advisable. He can't give up the 'Demon Bone Array Pattern Jue' that he has cultivated with great difficulty for a magical power.

He has been thinking about solutions these days.

The spiritual power practice has not been left behind. After the cultivation reached the forty-nine spiritual power dragons, the speed of improvement has become extremely slow. The fiftyth one is still just a phantom.

He finally understood why those foundation-building cultivators practiced for hundreds of years. The further you practice, the higher the quality of spiritual power you need. After the middle stage of foundation-building, it is difficult to improve spiritual power by breathing alone. Even with the bonus of the second-level spiritual vein, this improvement is still ridiculously slow.

With Chen Luo's qualifications, it will take at least fifty years to improve to the late stage of foundation-building by practicing step by step in the mountains.

"It is impossible to give up the body-refining exercises."

Chen Luo sighed.

The mummy brain had no interest in the transformation technique and never reminded him from beginning to end. The concept of the Dan-forming brain was as clear as ever.

Realm is everything.

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

Putting down the bone slip, Chen Luo stood up and walked to the side to pick up the last batch of materials for the Yangyuan Pill and started to refine it. When the transformation technique could not be broken, he could only improve his realm first.

Start the fire and start the furnace.

Soon a furnace of pills came out of the pot, and three pills were made at a time.

Chen Luo picked up the pill and ate it directly. The medicinal power melted along his body, speeding up the gathering of spiritual power in his body. The 50th Qi Condensation Dragon condensed a little bit, and the left claw part had already appeared.

But that was all.

Yang Yuan Dan was a pill for the early stage of foundation building. It began to lose strength in the middle stage of foundation building. For Chen Luo's current spiritual power strength in the late stage of foundation building, the effect of Yang Yuan Dan was very limited. Unless the amount was accumulated, there would be no significant effect at all.

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

He now felt that there was no progress to be made.

He had practiced all the magical powers he could practice, and his realm could only be accumulated slowly.

'How did the ancient immortal cultivators practice? '

Chen Luo did not want to use time to grind his realm like the modern immortal cultivators, because that was too slow. The process was full of variables. Qualifications, resources, and spiritual lands, any variable was enough to make his practice in vain. The most important thing was that the knowledge he was exposed to now, whether it was the land of the Seven Kingdoms or the current evil cultivation land.

All the golden elixirs condensed by the Jindan cultivators were only one kind, that was - the red elixir.

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

The ancient method of cultivation was eliminated because the world was different and the resources had changed. But in the ancient method, there are three levels of Dan formation, among which the red Dan is the lowest level of Dan formation. The Dan formation brain collected by Chen Luo's external brain, the biggest obsession after death is to condense the "red Dan", and the road is hopeless.

So from the beginning, Chen Luo never thought of condensing the red Dan.

But, if the red Dan is not condensed, how can the golden Dan be condensed? Without the corresponding knowledge, even the mummy brain will not give better suggestions. Just like when he was building the foundation, he must keep up with the "knowledge" so that the mummy brain can find the most perfect way.

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

He stood up and walked to the side, and took a bamboo slip from the cabinet. This bamboo slip was written by Chen Luo himself, and it recorded his research on mysterious power during this period.

This is the only way to break the deadlock that he has thought of using many brains so far.

If the spiritual energy alone is not enough, increase the amount! It would be a waste for these mysterious powers to float outside, so it would be better to merge with him and become the nourishment for his promotion. Anyway, the mummy brain didn't sense the danger, so it's right to practice! At worst, can it be worse than Chi Dan, who has no hope in the Tao?

Chen Luo opened the bamboo slips and spread them on the table, and took the brush next to him.

The power in his body changed a little bit, and the Black Stone Secret Art was mobilized again. The Heart Demon Sutra in his body flowed, and the fusion of the two powers immediately produced a qualitative change.

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

He picked up the brush and dipped a drop of ink in the inkstone next to him.

The tip of the brush floated above the bamboo slip.

The ink condensed towards the tip of the pen under the action of gravity, and finally gathered into a drop of black water, which was accurately dripped on the blank slip in the fourth row of the bamboo slips.