Chapter 635 Crossing the River

Lingshan and Lin Jian's faces changed drastically after seeing Zhao Han at the door, especially Lin Jian, who remembered it very clearly. That night, he personally chopped off Zhao Han's legs, abolished his cultivation, and planted a deadly poison in his body. In this situation, even a strong man in the supernatural realm might not be able to survive.

How could Zhao Han escape from such a desperate situation!

"Not good!"

Lin Jian's face changed, and he subconsciously wanted to escape. But before he turned around, he felt a strong demonic energy gathering from all directions.

Puff! !

The sword flashed, and two heads flew out. There were still expressions of disbelief on the faces of the two, as if they couldn't believe that they died like this. After killing people, Zhao Han grinned, threw the sword in his hand aside, and reached out to take out a black stone from his arms.

A burst of black light appeared on the stone, and this layer of black light flowed like a water curtain. Before the bodies of Lingshan and Lin Jian fell, two half-gray auras flew out of the bodies. One of them was full of fear, and it was obvious that he knew what was going to happen next.

"Soul Refining Stone? No!!"

A scream stopped abruptly.

"This is just the beginning. If I don't refine you for five hundred years, how can I get rid of the hatred in my heart!"

Putting away the Soul Refining Stone, Zhao Han felt that his thoughts were extremely smooth.

A group of disciples from the Sword Washing Hall behind him showed horrified expressions when they saw this scene. Killing fellow disciples in the street, they simply didn't take the master seriously!

Before their thoughts fell, they saw Master Ji Chang coming out from inside, with a satisfied smile on his face, as if he was pleased with his disciple's decisive killing. As for the two bodies that fell at the door, he didn't even look at them.

A group of disciples around him suddenly showed strange expressions on their faces.

Isn't the master's favorite junior brother? No, the master likes the young sect master Zhao Han!

Similar memory conflicts appeared on the faces of all the disciples of Xijian Hall around, but their cultivation was very weak and not as good as Ji Chang. Chen Luo did not modify that many memories. After a moment of doubt, his body slowly adjusted.

Maybe he remembered it wrongly.

After killing people, Zhao Han returned to the sect, and Ji Chang announced Zhao Han's identity as the young master in public.

A few days later.

Xijian Hall stabilized.

Zhao Han's reputation gradually spread, and he began to take over the affairs of Xijian Hall.

"Who are you? Who let you sneak into our Xijian Hall?"

Zhao Han kicked the man out. He didn't expect that he had just taken over Xijian Hall and caught a spy! Although this person was wearing the clothes of a disciple of Xijian Hall, he didn't have this person in his memory at all. He was just a sneak in.

Now that he is the young master, he naturally wants to eliminate this hidden danger.

Seeing this, a group of disciples quickly held down the disciple who was kicked away. Many of them knew this person. Chen Luo's modification of them was limited to those related to Zhao Han, and the original cognition and memory did not disappear. There are so many people in Xijian Hall, and Chen Luo cannot modify every one of them in detail. It is too cumbersome and not worth it.

"Junior Brother Zhao, it's me!!"

The captured disciple was crying.

Teng Yue had no idea what happened. He just went out to do a mission, and when he came back, the sect had changed. The most important thing was that Zhao Han, an unknown junior, suddenly became the young master of the sect. It seemed that other people were very supportive, which made Teng Yue feel like he had returned to the wrong home.

The change of Master Ji Chang was also very strange. He actually stood next to Zhao Han!

He clearly remembered how much the master disliked Zhao Han as a disciple. If it were not for some special reasons, Zhao Han would have been expelled from the sect by him long ago. Before, Zhao Han chose to travel, and he was forced by Master Ji Chang to flee.

How did the original clear struggle in the sect change completely in a blink of an eye?

Bang!

Another kick landed on Teng Yue's chest. The powerful demonic power wrapped around him and slammed him hard against the stone wall behind him. His blood and qi were churning, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Junior brother? Find out the structure of our Sword Washing Hall before you cheat me."

Zhao Han looked disgusted.

He actually dared to pretend to be him in front of him and called him Junior Brother. As the eldest senior brother of the Sword Washing Hall, Zhao Han didn't remember that there were other senior brothers above him.

"Tell me, how much silver did you cheat our Sword Washing Hall out of?"

Lu Dachui also jumped out.

He has adapted to the memory in his mind these days, and now he has actively joined Zhao Han and become the number one lackey under the young master.

Zhao Han nodded with satisfaction, and became more and more sure that his judgment was correct. He didn't know this person, Lu Dachui didn't know him, and looking at the appearance of his master Ji Chang, he didn't know him either. What else could he be if not a liar?

Teng Yue, who was pressed to the ground, felt bitter in his heart, but he didn't have the strength to resist at the moment, especially since his master, Sword Washing Master, was still standing behind him. Even his master didn't speak, so how could he be qualified to quibble? After understanding this, Teng Yue suppressed all his doubts.

Even if he had thousands of questions now, he could only suppress them in his heart.

I hope that after the junior sister and junior brother come back, they can help him to redress his innocence. These changes in the sect must be related to Zhao Han.

"I was wrong, senior brother, spare my life."

"Take the man away for a thorough interrogation, and check carefully how many termites there are. I am now the young master of the sect, and the rules of the sect must be redefined." Zhao Han waved his hand.

"Yes."

Lu Dachui laughed grimly, and dragged several junior brothers and people down. He had already thought about how to deal with this spy.

Zhao Han took two steps. He was originally preparing to continue to deal with trivial matters in the sect, but suddenly heard a voice in his mind. The expression on his face changed. After briefly explaining a few words to the disciples around him, he hurried back to the secret room.

"Uncle Chen, are you leaving?"

As soon as the door was closed, Zhao Han's face showed an anxious expression.

He was able to take revenge, all thanks to Uncle Chen's help. If Uncle Chen hadn't helped, he would have died that night, and there would be no such glory now. So when he suddenly heard that Chen Luo was leaving, he couldn't help but feel a little reluctant.

"The path of cultivation still depends on yourself. I can't always be by your side."

Chen Luo walked out of Zhao Han's body, and his half-virtual body solidified little by little, with a smile on his face that showed concern for the younger generation.

He had almost studied Zhao Han, the chess piece. This temporary method of supplementing the brain has great hidden dangers, which can be seen from Ji Chang, the sword-washing Taoist in the Sword Washing Hall. Since being rescued last time, Ji Chang has been like a fool. Except for occasionally speaking, all other things are left to Zhao Han to deal with.

This means that the existing brain supplement method still has great hidden dangers. The information collected so far is enough for the "genius brain" on his body to start the second stage of research.

So he is ready to leave this place and go to find the three people of Huabeigui.

Chen Luo has his own way of finding people. In the brain that Huabeigui dug back from the ancestral land of the Star Gate, there is a Tianji cultivator who is proficient in numerology, which can be used to calculate the approximate direction.

"Then take care, Uncle Chen."

Seeing that Chen Luo had made a decision, Zhao Han could only stand up and say goodbye.

Chen Luo patted his shoulder and left him a breath of inner demon. Even if there is a problem in the future, it can save his life, so that he will not go crazy like Ji Chang, the sword-washing Taoist.

After leaving the Sword Washing Hall, Chen Luo stopped at the gate, stretched out his right hand, and kept calculating.

‘Southeast, great luck.’

Xiu Tianji’s brain quickly calculated the result he wanted.

Southeast direction?

Chen Luo turned around and walked outside along the street. With every step, his figure would change, and the distance would also change. After three steps, he looked again and he had disappeared at the end of the street.

During this period, he had been inquiring about the breath of the demon race. Through Zhao Han, he searched all the places nearby that could be searched, and found that there were really only human cultivators in this place. This abnormality made Chen Luo more vigilant.

Everything he saw at present might be just an appearance.

After leaving the city, Chen Luo walked along the official road for a while, and then walked faster and faster until his body turned into a rainbow and flew away.

After flying out of the city, the surrounding scenery gradually withered.

There were fewer and fewer people. At the beginning, you could still see some sects and cities, but later you could only see some small cities after flying for several days, and the number of people was becoming increasingly scarce. The remaining large areas were all barren mountains and wilderness, and the demonic aura in the air was becoming more and more dense.

A few days later, Chen Luo stopped by a river.

It wasn't that he didn't want to fly forward, but he felt the danger, and the three brothers in the external brain reminded him. Out of caution, he landed here.

"The demonic aura is almost real."

The river was surging, and a layer of light blue demonic aura appeared on Chen Luo's body. He looked at the river surface in the distance, and there was a misty area in front of him. These mists were not water vapor, but changes caused by the condensation of demonic aura. In order to adapt to the environment, Chen Luo called on the brain of the old fox in the inn. The aura of the demon clan surrounded him, making him feel a little better.

It's a pity that this method only treats the symptoms and not the root cause.

If you continue to move forward, you will be suppressed even more. Just now, Chen Luo tried it, and he could hardly sense the power of the legendary world by this river. This means that the power of "returning to reality" cannot be called here. For Chen Luo, the loss of the means of "returning to reality" has a great impact. It takes a lot of time to readjust his strength and adapt his body to the environment here.

Ring, ring, ring.

The sound of copper bells came from the lake. In the mist, Chen Luo saw a boat, and a boatman with a straw raincoat was rowing a famous boat on the river.

"Across the river?"

Perhaps seeing Chen Luo standing by the river, the boatman on the boat asked.

"Cross."

Chen Luo responded.

Xiu Tianji's brain has clearly told him the location of the three flower-backed turtles, so there is no reason to give up halfway. After going through so many things along the way, it is really unreasonable not to go to the demon clan to worship a few ancestors. I can't even pass this level! (End of this chapter)