"If you're bored, you can go out and take a look. It's a good opportunity for me to deliver some pills to Xu Zhi and the others."

After stabilizing his sword energy, Chen Luo flicked his sleeves, and a purple-gold gourd flew out from his sleeves. This gourd was a storage magic weapon that Chen Luo had refined in his spare time. With Ouyang Lian's brain as support, it was not difficult for Chen Luo to refine this kind of magic weapon.

"Another pill of this kind?"

The flower-backed turtle took the gourd, opened the lid and smelled it, and the familiar medicinal fragrance rushed straight to his head. After learning that Xu Zhi and others had entered the sixth level, the flower-backed turtle came to find Chen Luo once.

But Chen Luo did not let him take the "Shen Wu Dan".

This kind of elixir is a test product. It can indeed improve cultivation in a short period of time, but there will definitely be hidden dangers in the future. Before figuring out the hidden dangers, Chen Luo did not intend to let the flower-backed turtle take it.

"Just a few more changes and you'll be almost ready to eat."

The Flower-backed Turtle has a better foundation than the other five, including the Butterfly Girl. If he continues to practice step by step, he will definitely have no problem advancing to the Return to Void realm.

"good!"

The flower-backed turtle put away his fishing rod and fled out of the valley as fast as he could. He was afraid that if he continued to stay here, he would be chopped to death by the sword energy.

"I will talk to Xu Zhi and the others about the task of finding the tomb."

It wasn't until they walked to the valley entrance that the flower-backed turtle stopped, turned around and said something.

call out!

The flower-backed turtle quickly retracted its head, and the sword energy swept over the top of its shell. The cold sword energy stimulated the flower-backed turtle's hair to stand on end, and without caring about how Chen Luo responded, it fled out of the valley in a flash and disappeared without a trace.

“Too much.”

Chen Luo shook the fishing rod and suppressed the sword energy again. But within two seconds, another blood-colored sword energy flew out from the pool, and this time it rushed straight to Chen Luo's face.

A despair and bloody aura emanated from the sword energy.

This is a mantis demon's sword intent, and killing despair is the core of this sword intent. Among the sword intents that Chen Luo has integrated, this sword energy is one of the most difficult to integrate, but the power of the sword intent is also surprisingly strong. According to Chen Luo's estimation, at the same level, the lethality of the Qingmu sword intent is only 30% of this bloody sword intent, or even lower.

“It’s still a little short.”

He suppressed the sword intent, and before Chen Luo could refine it, another sword energy flew out.

boom!

The pillar of the pavilion at the rear was cut off by the sword energy and the pavilion collapsed.

The valley arranged by the Butterfly Girl was turned into ruins by Chen Luo in just a few days.

He's been stuck in this place for some time now.

There were a lot of sword cultivator brains in the external brain, more than a hundred in the Jindan realm, more than fifty in the Yuanying realm, and even seven in the Huashen realm. These brains perfectly preserved the stubbornness of the sword cultivators, and each of them only believed in his own sword path. No matter which sword cultivator brain Chen Luo called, the other sword cultivator brains would not cooperate.

This is also the greatest characteristic of sword cultivators.

alone!

It is just like the magical power of a sword cultivator, once the sword is swung out, he never considers retracting it, nor does he consider holding back any strength, every strike is a killing move, and the main aim is to risk his life.

Chen Luo was able to combine these sword intentions together, not relying on the sword art, but on his own cultivation and the coordination of his three elder brothers. But no matter whether it was the Immortal Emperor Changqing, the Immortal Corpse, or the Third Brother's grudge, they were not pure sword cultivators. They could destroy the sword energy and kill the sword cultivators, but they could not wear away the sword intentions of the sword cultivators.

“There’s a subject missing.”

Chen Luo summed up his cultivation experience and found a feasible solution from the perspective of a sword cultivator.

Kendo is subject only to Kendo.

Therefore, he needs a higher-level sword-cultivating brain, preferably one at the Return to Void Realm!

"Come and see me."

Chen Luo picked up the communication jade talisman and sent a message to the Butterfly Girl.

After receiving the news, Butterfly Girl returned to the ancestral tomb as quickly as possible. The moment she entered the valley, a sword energy came slashing at the valley entrance, and Butterfly Girl narrowly avoided it.

The flying sword energy exploded at the valley entrance at the rear, and the tomb wall connecting to the crocodile swamp area completely disappeared.

What a terrifying sword energy.

The butterfly girl swallowed her saliva and looked at the valley where she had practiced for many years. She was stunned. There was no valley in front of her. There were traces of sword energy everywhere. The pavilion disappeared, and there were seven or eight more ponds. The potholes in the ponds were scattered here and there. The mountains in the distance disappeared, and even the false sky in the valley had a hole, revealing the golden array pattern behind.

“A real person.”

The butterfly girl walked cautiously behind Chen Luo and stopped.

She had heard from the Flower-backed Turtle before that something unexpected had happened to Chen Luo. Now after coming in, she realized that this was not just some unexpected change, but a complete change of world.

"Who is the most famous swordsman among the demon race?"

"Pig Dragon Swordmaster."

The butterfly girl said a name without thinking.

"Where is his grave?"

Chen Luo searched inside the external brain but did not find this brain.

"He may not be dead yet."

The butterfly girl hesitated for a moment and said in an uncertain tone. Zhulong Sword Saint is the strongest sword cultivator of the demon race. At his peak, even the seven demon saints did not dare to provoke him. Because sword cultivators are all crazy, no one is willing to risk their lives with a crazy person.

"Find him out."

Chen Luo turned his head to the side, and a domineering sword energy flashed in his pupils.

He is now in the state of cognition of a sword cultivator, and his method of communicating with others is the same as that of a sword cultivator.

Be sincere in your heart and be sincere in your sword!

This is the sword cultivator.

For the sake of swordsmanship, they can sacrifice their lives. Chen Luo believes that the Pig Dragon Sword Saint must have the same understanding, otherwise his swordsmanship would not have reached that stage.

"I understand."

The Butterfly Girl's heart trembled. Although she didn't know how the Pig Dragon Sword Saint had offended Chen Luo, for the sake of her own path and her life, she had to let the Pig Dragon Sword Saint inconvenience her. She believed that he could understand.

"Find him and send me a message."

Chen Luo threw out a newly refined jade talisman and sent the butterfly girl away. It would take two more days to suppress the sword energy. After finishing the things here, he could go out and discuss the Dao with the Pig Dragon Sword Saint.

Half a month later.

Chen Luo walked out of the tomb.

The physical form and the Dharma form are hidden inside the body, and only the last "mental form" is revealed outside.

After leaving the ancestral tomb, the legendary world appeared in his perception again. Chen Luo stood at the door of the tomb and took a deep breath. The auras of old acquaintances in the legendary world such as Granny Yan appeared in his perception. Sensing Chen Luo's aura, several people gave feedback.

"Where?"

When he opened his eyes, a sharp sword intent appeared in Chen Luo's pupils.

The Butterfly Girl and Ziyu standing next to them subconsciously took a half step back, and looked at Chen Luo in doubt. But the Butterfly Girl was fine, having met Chen Luo half a month ago, so she had some idea of ​​him. But Ziyu was different, in her impression, Chen Luo was a magic cultivator, and one of the top magic cultivators.

But the aura emanating from him right now was clearly that of a swordsman.

A magic cultivator becomes a sword cultivator?

This kind of thing is understandable for cultivators who are in the first step of cultivating immortals and the fourth level of Qi Refining. But after the transformation of spirits, cultivators need to cultivate the seeds of law. You can only choose one of the three great ways, which is common sense known to everyone. I have never heard of anyone who can cultivate both after the transformation of spirits, unless this person can split.

Split yourself into three people, and have each person practice one path.

But it's impossible to think about this.

"It should be some special secret method."

Zi Yu guessed Chen Luo's magical powers from her own perspective.

"Under the mountain, the Pig Dragon Sword Saint is in the world below the Holy Mountain, on a dead and barren mountain. I heard that he has been sitting there for six hundred years."

The butterfly girl told the news she had heard.

The Pig Dragon Sword Saint is very famous in the demon tribe, and you can find out with a little inquiry. There is a record within the twelve demon tribes that sword cultivation is the purest path, and sword cultivation at the level of the Pig Dragon Sword Saint is even purer. The twelve demon tribes are afraid that the younger generation of the tribe will provoke this person, so they specially recorded his location.

Chen Luoxu took a step, and his figure disappeared into thin air like particles.

When Die Nu and Zi Yu looked up, Chen Luo had already disappeared. He had gone down the mountain.

boom!!

There was another loud thunder on the holy mountain.

In just half a month, eight of the twelve demon tribes withdrew, including the once most powerful rat tribe. Now there are only four tribes left competing for the position of demon saint, namely the tiger tribe, the stone spirit tribe, the leopard tribe and the fox tribe. Those tribes that withdrew gradually gathered behind the four major demon tribes, and even the six demon saints on the mountain followed the four major demon tribes to redistribute their positions.

"They're fighting again."

Ziyu looked up.

"They all want to become the 'Tao'. If I have the chance, I will be the same as them." The butterfly girl also turned her gaze over.

After being away from the ancestral tomb for such a long time, they also understood the situation outside. While those above were fighting, they were developing in secret, and now there were five tribes under their control. Among those strong men who died of "going astray", several were killed by them.

Dead Silent Ridge.

This is a spiritual place without any practitioners.

The people living here did not worship the "demon gods" or practice immortal arts. They were just ordinary mortals, and the country they formed was the same. The emperor had explored the edge of the world, went to the northernmost wasteland, and reached the southernmost sea. The east and west were Tianzhu Peak.

So the people here don’t believe in demons or gods, they only believe in themselves.

The demons on the holy mountain will not come here either, because there is a person here, and the people on the mountain tacitly assign this place to this person.

Pig Dragon Swordmaster.

Chen Luo walked forward on the yellow sand. The place where the Pig Dragon Sword Saint practiced was nearby.

Everywhere you look, there is dust and sand, and the weeds are withered and yellow. Apart from the occasional animal skeleton, there are only some dying cacti.

Squeak

In the dust, Chen Luo saw an inn.

He pushed the door open and walked in.

The wind and sand blew in through the door, and everyone in the room looked over. Chen Luo took off his straw raincoat and sat down on the empty seat at the door.

"Twenty cents."

As soon as we sat down, the waiter came up to collect the money.

Chen Luo reached into his arms, took out a few large coins and threw them on the table. He had picked up these coins from the dead bodies in the desert. He had encountered many dead bodies along the way.

"Would you like some wine?"

The innkeeper's wife came out from behind the counter, put one foot on the table, and looked Chen Luo up and down.

Chen Luo glanced at her and said nothing.

He had already sensed the aura of the Pig Dragon Sword Saint, who was approaching the inn at a leisurely pace. This was a unique sensation for sword cultivators, and it was the first time that Chen Luo used the brain of a sword cultivator to travel the world, and the sensations it brought were completely different from those of physical cultivators and magic cultivators.

"Are you here to look for treasure too?"

The proprietress leaned over, revealing the ravines on her chest, and slid her jade feet across the table, getting closer to Chen Luo. She looked up and down at the strange face in front of her with a charming look, licked her red lips with her tongue, and her eyes were full of aggression. (End of this chapter)