"No matter where she comes from, my brother must save her!" Chen Luo said righteously.

This has nothing to do with the "big stuff" in the Flower-backed Turtle's hand, nor is it about peeping into the Demon Clan's Holy Mountain's mind. It's just pure brotherhood.

Seeing Chen Luo's expression, a hint of envy flashed in the willow spirit's eyes.

"I am so lucky to be your brother."

"You'll be my brother from now on!"

Chen Luo patted the big willow tree on the shoulder, glanced over the other's head, then looked down at his feet, and an idea flashed through his mind.

Where is the brain of this big willow tree?

The willow spirit did not notice Chen Luo's gaze, but felt that this person was loyal and worthy of friendship. So he carefully told Chen Luo the details he knew, including the other legends on the animal skin.

After obtaining the information he wanted, Chen Luo bid farewell to the willow spirit and returned to the seventh house at the entrance of the village.

The monsters in the village did not notice anything unusual. They were busy as usual. Some of them would nod and greet him when they saw Chen Luo coming. If they did not have monster faces, Chen Luo would have thought he had returned to the human territory.

In the room.

Chen Luo walked through the door opened by the woman in the mural and entered the secret room inside.

This time he collected the four strange insects in the insect breeding room next to him and prepared to go to the legendary world again. He had not tried to enter the legendary world in the flesh, but the flower-backed turtle and the others could do it, so there was no reason why he, the eldest brother, could not do it.

"The legendary world is not the real world. It is a false world constructed by legends and wishes."

Chen Luo reached out and took out an ordinary spirit sword from the cave gourd, and placed a bone bead on the other side of the table.

"The physical body is real and cannot be transformed into a virtual one. But a spiritual weapon can! I can change my thinking and refine the physical body as a spiritual weapon. As long as the physical body becomes a spiritual weapon, I can break the boundary between reality and virtuality, and the physical body can enter the world of legends."

The spiritual sword was something Chen Luo had snatched from Shi Shang, a disciple of the Qunxing Sect. This low-level spiritual weapon was no longer valuable in Chen Luo's eyes, so he just used it up. The bone bead was left behind by the corpse demon, and it was the only thing left after the failed tribulation. It had been gathering dust in Chen Luo's cave gourd for so long, so it was just the right time to recycle it.

'Soul-stealing and reverse refining.'

A memory related to weapon refiners emerged in Chen Luo's mind. He didn't know where he had seen this spell, but with the brains of weapon refiners like Ouyang Lian, he would not forget anything he had seen.

This reverse refining method is the secret technique of the Star Sect. In the past, Ouyang Lian studied many secret methods in order to refine spiritual tools, and the Soul Reverse Refining Method was one of them. This secret method can extract the spirituality of the spiritual tool itself and transfer it to another magic tool, and upgrade the magic tool by forcibly giving it spirit.

It's a useless one-for-one method.

It was just right for Chen Luo at the moment. Considering that it was not a spiritual weapon, Chen Luo specially added bone beads to the materials. Bone beads were originally extracted from corpse puppets and had been baptized by the heavenly tribulation. They had both yin and yang properties, so they were most suitable for use here.

After putting down the two treasures, Chen Luo bit the tip of his index finger.

'Blood leads to nine revolutions, fire ignites and takes away the soul.'

The brain of the weapon refiner Ouyang Lian quickly became active, and the frequency between Chen Luo's hands suddenly became extremely stable. The dripping blood was quickly divided into hair-like thin threads, which were divided into two parts and wrapped around the bone beads and the spirit sword respectively.

Snap!

The moment the blood was absorbed, cracks appeared on the surface of the bone bead and the spirit sword, and the aura inside was extracted. The bone bead turned grayish white, and in a flash it turned into a handful of ashes. The spirit sword next to it trembled desperately, as if it sensed the danger and wanted to avoid it.

This is the instinct of spiritual weapons.

Although the grade of the spirit sword that Shi Shang had was low, it was still a first-level spirit sword, and it still had some basic reactions. It was a pity that this spiritual power was too weak, and it couldn't even fly away. After the blood thread pierced into the spirit sword, the sword body stopped trembling instantly. The spiritual power was like mist, being drawn out by the blood thread. After losing the spiritual power, the light on the sword body dimmed visibly, and glass-like cracks spread. After a crisp porcelain cracking sound, the spirit sword collapsed.

The spirituality was absorbed by the blood and flowed into Chen Luo's body through the wound.

A mysterious feeling came over him, and a layer of pale white light suddenly appeared on the surface of his body. These lights spread along the meridians and finally merged into his bones. The already strong bones became even more extraordinary under the blessing of this layer of "spirituality". Especially the bones in the spine, which emitted layers of white light.

The jade bones of Madam White Bone, which had once merged into her body, seemed to come alive at this moment.

"Right now."

Chen Luo raised his foot and took a step forward.

There was a table in front of him, and normally he would have crashed into it. But at this moment, under the blessing of this layer of spiritual light, his body seemed to have become an illusory body, passing through the middle of the table, and like the previous soul body, he walked straight across the wall, and an invisible road appeared under his feet.

When everything stabilized, Chen Luo found himself back in the passage.

This place was exactly where he left his mark when he left the 'Legendary Realm'.

“It’s different indeed!”

Standing in the passage, Chen Luo's consciousness spread out wantonly. Unlike the previous soul body, this time the passage in Chen Luo's eyes was distorted like a scroll. The passage in front was no longer a single route forward, but three.

Left, center, right.

The one in the middle is the passage he saw when his spiritual body came in before, and the two extra ones on the left and right are what he saw from his physical body's perspective.

'No danger.'

The three big brothers in the external brain emerged at the same time and made judgments on the three channels. The brain, which was sensitive to danger, did not notice the problem.

However, the passage suddenly changed from one to three, which made Chen Luo not know which one to take. This place didn't look like a place where he could turn back. If he chose the wrong one, he would probably end up on a road that was completely different from his goal. If he was unlucky and ended up at the dojo of a demon clan Return to the Void master, it would be a lot of fun.

"How did the three Flower-backed Turtle choose?"

Chen Luo switched perspective, and the charlatan brain in the external brain quickly recovered and became the main body.

Divination!

He would, too.

He took out the tortoise shell, placed it in the palm of his hand, and ran his index finger over the pattern on the tortoise shell. A faint white light followed his index finger, and then a flash of light appeared.

The tortoise shell flew up out of thin air, rotated twice three inches above the palm, and then stopped on the left side.

Chen Luo walked in without saying a word.

The passage looked exactly the same as the previous middle passage. After Chen Luo walked for about ten minutes, he saw a bright light in front of him.

An empty circular room appeared at the end of the passage.

A large iron pot stood in the middle of the house, and a rich aroma was emanating from it. A hunched old lady stood beside the pot, stirring the soup with a spoon. The old lady was short, wearing a coarse linen shirt, with her hair wrapped in black hair. The hand holding the spoon was covered with age spots, and was as dry as a corpse.

"Are there guests?"

Noticing the movement behind her, the old lady stopped what she was doing and turned around.

His shriveled face was as dry as tree bark, his teeth had all fallen out, his lips were deeply sunken, and his old eyes were narrowed, as if he had difficulty seeing.

"Sit down and have some soup, freshly picked mushrooms, very delicious"

The old lady grinned, scooped up a spoonful of soup with a wooden spoon, and greeted warmly. There were two black mushrooms floating in the spoon, and the purple spots looked particularly conspicuous.

Chen Luo looked at the old woman in front of him, and when he scanned with his spiritual sense, there was nothing.

This old woman, like the fox-faced banshee who had attacked him before, was something that could not be sensed by spiritual sense. The only thing was that no one knew who her carrier was.

"Grandma Yan, a demon with a reputation of more than 5,000 years, whose strength is unknown."

The news that the willow spirit told him emerged in Chen Luo’s mind.

The most troublesome thing about this kind of demon is not its strength, but its existence. Normal means cannot sense their location, let alone attack them.

'I can see her.'

The thought of ghost cultivator Xue Ning emerged, and the world in Chen Luo's eyes changed rapidly with the rise of this thought. The originally empty secret room turned into a tiled house built with bluestone square bricks, and the surrounding area turned into an empty courtyard. The big iron pot in the middle of the secret room also moved to the door of the tiled house, and there was a rusty stove burning underneath. The poisonous mushroom in the wooden spoon also turned into a red radish, emitting a faint fragrance.

Even Granny Yan, who was cooking the soup, had changed. She moved from the left to the right, and her face became much kinder.

The information perceived by both vision and smell is transformed.

This is the perspective of a ghost cultivator.

The ghost cultivator's brain will only appear when the physical body exists. If the original perspective is restored, the courtyard and the soup in the iron pot will change, and Granny Yan's image will return to its previous appearance.

"Where does the back lead to?"

Chen Luo looked towards the back of the house. In his original vision, that was the other end of the passage.

"The back hill is where pigs are raised."

Seeing that Chen Luo did not move, Granny Yan took back the spoon and took a sip herself.

"It's been a long time since I came to this place. It's fate that we met. I see you've got a lot of troubles. Do you want Grandma to help you?"

"I'm looking for someone."

After weighing the pros and cons, Chen Luo stated his purpose. He did not sense any malice from the old lady. Just as the Willow Spirit said, Granny Yan was a special legend. She had her own consciousness and was someone she could communicate with.

"Few people come here. If someone comes, I will definitely remember it."

Granny Yan went into the house and took out two porcelain bowls, filling one for herself and one for Chen Luo.

An old wooden table suddenly appeared next to her. Granny Yan placed the bowl on it and motioned Chen Luo to sit down and talk. (End of this chapter)