Over the past night, the entire Yun League was on edge. A large number of Yun League strongmen entered Yunxian Island and began to search for the whereabouts of the monsters from Baiyao Mountain. The reputation of the Golden Lion was completely exposed, and he became one of the top three wanted criminals.

But these things have nothing to do with Chen Luo.

After digging more than twenty graves in one night and extracting the brains of these people, Chen Luo fled Yunxian Island directly. After leaving a contact method for the Hundred Demons Alliance, he found an uninhabited island and began to retreat.

'Taking the tool as the foundation, and nurturing the tool with the person'

Looking through the low-level skills that were sent over from Baiyao Mountain, Chen Luo gained a better understanding of the Guixu clan.

This tribe is a pioneering race, and the place where they live is short of spiritual energy. Thirty thousand years ago, the Guixu tribe, like the Sand Scorpion tribe that Chen Luo had met before, was the lowest level of the tribe among all the tribes, and the strongest in the tribe was only at the Nascent Soul stage. They were at the level of roadside weeds, and anyone who came could trample on them.

Until later, a genius was born in the clan.

This person single-handedly created the Way of Instruments, making up for the lack of spiritual energy in the Guixu tribe. He also found spiritual materials suitable for their people in this place of absolute spirituality. After dozens or hundreds of generations of optimization and improvement, the current Way of Instruments was formed.

"Can white limestone be used to refine weapons?"

"The yellow withered leaves are clearly highly toxic, but these Guixu people actually used this as a supplementary material for their own spirit tools! Aren't they afraid of poisoning themselves to death?"

Ouyang Lian and other weapon refiners were simply amazed.

The physique of the Guixu people is very special. In Chen Luo's opinion, most of the materials they use to refine their life instruments are "waste", and the few useful materials are also auxiliary materials for refining poisons. Not only are they cheap, but the growth environment is also very ordinary.

"No wonder the Guixu Clan can support so many weapon refiners. They only need to control the most core inheritance, and the rest of the 'weapon refining materials' will be available as much as they want."

Close the secret book.

Chen Luo began to use the brains of the Guixu Clan cultivators that he had acquired yesterday. These brains were different from all the brains that Chen Luo had come into contact with before. They were very weak. Their strength was at most equivalent to that of a Qi Refining cultivator, and they could not even reach the realm of Foundation Establishment.

But even with such a weak brain, it possesses power comparable to that of a Return to Void cultivator.

'The Flame Blade requires three pieces of white limestone, five pieces of blue leaf grass, and three milligrams of yellow throat blood.'

Chen Luo used the brain he obtained from the Jade Mansion and quickly flipped through the Guixu clan's secret book in his hand. He quickly "recalled" the process of refining the magic weapon in his mind.

“Spiritual fire.”

Chen Luo stretched out his right hand and threw a few corresponding cheap materials into it.

The Guixu tribe needed to find a specific place to refine weapons, but Chen Luo didn't need to. As a strong man in the Tribulation Realm, he only needed to slightly change the surrounding environment to simulate the external environment required by the Guixu tribe to refine weapons.

The spiritual materials were thrown into it and quickly burned into liquid.

The process lasted for about three breaths, and then the balance was quickly lost.

laugh!

A foul odor came from the flames.

Failed?

Chen Luo frowned. He was very confident in his fire control skills. The Guixu clan's method of refining the "birth magic weapon" was completely different from the refining techniques he had encountered before. Spiritual fire was not like energy for refining, but more like an auxiliary material.

'The temperature is too high.'

Several Guixu clan brains had similar thoughts at the same time. Chen Luo sorted out these thoughts, restrained his own spirit, and asked Ouyang Lian and other refiners to move aside. He began a new round of refining. This time, he used the brains of the Guixu clan masters as the main body.

The same material flew out.

The spiritual fire turned over and arranged in a different order. This time the spiritual liquid did not get out of control again, but took shape little by little under the burning of the spiritual fire.

A long black sword appeared in the air.

My natal magic weapon is the flame sword.

The process was surprisingly simple.

With Chen Luo's current state, it is indeed not difficult to refine this low-level magic weapon. Looking at the black knife in his hand, Chen Luo reached out and touched it.

According to the Guixu tribe's practice method, the next step is to 'refine the weapon into the body', using one's own soul and spiritual power to nourish the 'natal magic weapon', allowing the natal magic weapon to be upgraded step by step, transforming from a low-level magic weapon into a spiritual weapon, thereby increasing one's own strength.

'Unorthodox ways.'

'It has some merits.'

"It's not as good as the corpse reincarnation immortal."

Sensing the feedback from the external brain, Chen Luo summarized the pros and cons of the Guixu tribe's "road". Overall, this road is neither weak nor strong, and is considered to be at a medium level.

"It just so happened that the chessboard was smashed before."

Crush the iron knife, throw the residue into the spiritual fire and burn it into liquid. Chen Luo patted the cave gourd and took out the nearly scrapped spiritual chessboard.

Buzz!!

After a moment, the spiritual chessboard looked brand new.

The previously cracked parts were all repaired, and the color of the chessboard surface became deeper. The only flaw was that the level dropped to the level of a magic weapon.

"Sacrifice and refinement."

Chen Luo used the Magic God Gu to split a flesh and blood clone, and absorbed the chessboard from his forehead. He began to practice the Guixu clan's skills. The spiritual power of the Tribulation Realm poured into him like a tide.

"A medium-grade magical instrument!"

The chessboard trembled and soon upgraded to a higher level.

Unlike the magical instruments refined by traditional methods, Chen Luo sensed veins similar to blood vessels and meridians inside the chessboard. As the quality of these veins improved, they obviously expanded outward a lot.

'continue.'

After confirming that this method could repair the chessboard, Chen Luo did not stop and poured the spiritual power in his body into it like a river.

A top-grade magical instrument.

The best magical weapon!

After a few breaths, the chessboard returned to the spiritual weapon level. As the spiritual weapon chessboard improved, Chen Luo clearly felt the changes in his flesh and blood clone. His body became stronger visibly, and a cycle was formed between the spiritual weapon and the flesh.

This growth process is like forcing something to grow, which makes the body feel uncomfortable.

But soon the discomfort disappeared, and the chessboard absorbed all the power like a parasite. As the spiritual weapon improved, the Guixu brain in Chen Luo's body also became stronger and began to possess some of the power it had in its lifetime.

“It can be improved further.”

The limit of the Jade Mansion technique lies here, a mid-grade spiritual weapon.

Chen Luo's foundation is stronger than Yu Mansion's, so he used the more than 20 Guixu brains in his body to forcibly raise the level of the chessboard to another level.

A top-grade spiritual weapon.

After this step, the chessboard has reached its limit, and new "methods" must be added later to break this limit.

"It's at the level of Return to Void at best, and it's a relatively poor level among Return to Void."

Sensing the strength of the flesh and blood clone, Chen Luo was a little disappointed. He stretched out his right hand, and the flesh and blood clone separated by the Illusion God Gu flowed back into his body along his arm like water.

The spiritual chessboard also flowed back.

The flesh and blood clone is one of Chen Luo's most commonly used means of preserving his life. Possessing the top-level strange insect like the Phantom God Gu, Chen Luo seldom takes risks with his original body.

"It's barely usable. The next step is to learn from the leader of the Cloud Alliance and refine a few more magical instruments."

Just as Chen Luo was about to extract the 'natal magic weapon' from the second Guixu clan's brain, a slight noise suddenly came from outside.

The sound is very small.

It sounded like a mouse hitting a wooden board.

"Anyone?"

Chen Luo quickly stopped his movements, waved his sleeves, and put everything in the room into his sleeves. He quickly walked to the door, and his body melted along the ground like a shadow and disappeared.

Snap

There was another subtle collision, but this time it was much clearer. There was also a rustling sound from the darkness, like something whispering.

'Ghost talk.'

The ghost cultivator Xue Ning, who had not appeared for a long time, suddenly showed up.

Chen Luo's mind moved, and his vision changed rapidly. The sound that was unclear before also became clear.

".Are you sure this is the place?"

"No mistake! My Thousand Souls Attraction has never made any mistakes."

"That's good! I didn't expect Qiuxue to hide here. This guy even dared to take the master's things. He really doesn't know how to live or die."

"But I heard Qiuxue is dead. The twelve blood gods and tens of thousands of blood slaves all died suddenly, without a single one being spared."

"Escape! It must be an escape!! I told you to read more, but you can't even understand such a simple plan. Besides, if Qiuxue is dead, how could Lao Er's Thousand Soul Guide bring us here?"

"Brother is right!"

Chen Luo stood in the shadow, his spiritual consciousness passing through the stone gate.

There is no one outside.

There were only three voices talking, and the existence of these three voices was very strange. The spiritual consciousness of the immortal cultivators could not sense it, and the naked eye could not see it. The brains of the demon tribe, the winged tribe, and the Guixu tribe could not sense it at all.

Only Xue Ning's ghost-cultivating brain could see the three outlines.

From the perspective of a ghost cultivator, Chen Luo saw three shadows the same size as children. These three shadows were squatting outside the gate where he was in seclusion, discussing something in a low voice. Perhaps they had never been discovered before, so these three shadows did not hide anything, and just squatted at the door in broad daylight, discussing how to resolve the "blood feud".

"That's what we'll do."

"As long as we can catch the enemy blood"

"What to do after you catch me?"

A voice suddenly sounded behind the three little ghosts.

"Of course I'll take it for the reward! Qiu Xue is a wanted criminal by the master."

The three little ghosts didn't notice anything was wrong, and they just responded subconsciously when they heard the voice. But soon, one of the little ghosts noticed something was wrong, he stood up and said to the shadow behind him.

"who?!"

"Don't be nervous, I am also your subordinate."

Chen Luo borrowed Xue Ning's brain, and his body exuded the same aura as the three little ghosts.

That's the good thing about having a lot of brains.

He is well-informed and can integrate perfectly into any environment.

"Are you also a subordinate of the master?"

The three little ghosts were stunned, and a hint of doubt flashed across their faces.

"What's your code name?"

"My code name is Xiao Zuanfeng." (End of this chapter)