Chen Luo sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, with a sea of ​​clouds rolling not far ahead.

Granny Hua has left.

After seeing Chen Luo's strength, Granny Hua didn't say a word and turned into a stream of light and fled. This level of trouble was not something she could get involved in. Although favors were important, life was more precious.

Compared with life, the path is not something that cannot be given up.

"The tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop."

Chen Luo took the repaired chessboard out of the cave gourd and placed it on the edge of the cliff, looking for someone to play chess with. Not long ago, the aura that had been spying on him suddenly disappeared. But then several undisguised auras flew towards the Wanxiang Immortal Gate.

The distance between these auras was not close, but Chen Luo's perception was very sharp.

In the external brain, the brain that is keenly aware of danger never stops, and one or two thoughts pop up almost every once in a while.

"It's still a reputation issue. If the reputation is not loud enough, it won't deter the enemy."

Chen Luo placed the pot of boiled tea on the chessboard.

The mountain breeze blew his robes, and from afar he looked like an immortal, with an aura that was beyond the mortal world.

Chen Luo had already told Tang Hai to stay away from it and not get involved.

Although the Wanxiang Immortal Gate looks prosperous on the surface, in fact, all the important members inside have already withdrawn. The disciples and elders who stayed behind in the gate are all puppets that Chen Luo had released before.

At this stage of the development of Wanxiang Xianmen, the low-level puppets that lack spirituality can no longer keep up with the progress. Instead of keeping them and wasting space, it is better to make use of their remaining energy and create opportunities for the living disciples.

Pouring a cup of mountain tea, Chen Luo took a sip slowly.

Chen Luo's original body realm is the early stage of Tribulation Crossing. When he was in Guixu Sea, his flesh and blood clone practiced the "Artifact Dao" of Guixu Sea and merged into an avatar of the late stage of Tribulation Crossing. Taking into account the corpse puppets of his vengeful brothers and Zhao Qi, Chen Luo's strength has completely exceeded the limit of Tribulation Crossing.

With the support of various powers, Chen Luo's spiritual awareness almost covered the entire area. As soon as those auras entered the territory of Wanxiang Xianmen, Chen Luo sensed them.

“It’s actually in the sky.”

Chen Luo raised his head, his eyes penetrated the clouds, and sensed the source of the malice.

A man and a woman, without any disguise.

These two people were Song Jia and Shang Nan. They were the ones who released the swarm of bees and the evil spirit. In addition to these two people, Chen Luo also sensed another strange breath at the border of Wanxiang Xianmen, which he had never come into contact with before.

'There is the aura of the Ancient Sword Sect'

Among the more than 2,800 external brains, the brain that is good at distinguishing breath captured traces from the visitor at the fastest speed.

"The nine clans guarding the tomb and the old monster in the dark have come together."

Chen Luo gently squeezed the teacup in his right hand, and it shattered with a "crack". The tea inside splashed out and formed suspended water droplets on the outside.

Standing up, Chen Luo shook his sleeves.

The soul flag and hammer all fell out, surrounding the body like water drops. In addition, the puppets of the Qiuyuan brothers and Zhao Qi also walked out from the shadows, and the flesh and blood clones that were refined in Guixu Sea also walked out.

The magical instruments used for sacrifices in the past appeared one after another as if they were free.

Chen Luo’s methods are very complicated.

He knows almost everything, which is related to his external brain. Two thousand eight hundred brains gathered together, and there are all kinds of cultivation in them. Each brain represents the accumulation of a cultivator's life. Although the memory is lost, the instinct is still retained.

This situation left Chen Luo with almost no weaknesses, but also left him with no strengths.

Chen Luo had thought of a solution to this problem a long time ago. He used Brother Changqing's brain as the core, combined these forces, and created several seals.

The original intention is good.

But his cultivation level improved too fast, so fast that while others were still building their foundation and forming their elixir, he had already reached the state of transcending tribulation. This exaggerated way of improvement would have already caused someone else to go astray and be burned to ashes by the inner demon. Although Chen Luo used the external brain to solve these problems, the magical power he created inevitably fell into clichés and became like other techniques, unable to keep up with his progress.

So the last time he refined Zhao Qi's puppet, Chen Luo came up with a new method.

Buzz!

Things flew out of the cave gourd one after another, corpse puppets, poisonous insects, poison, spiritual fire, talismans, and battle flags.

Each one is something that others need to spend a lifetime to learn.

"It's not my character to passively take a beating."

After summoning all the things, Chen Luo cast a spiritual spell with one hand. All the puppets left in the Wanxiang Immortal Gate below flew over.

The spiritual light spread out, and a large group of "people" densely packed in the air were suspended. Chen Luo was in the center, like a saint in the fairy court, commanding all the fairies.

"The one on the left will go to the border to entertain the old friends of the Nine Tomb Guarding Clans. The rest will go to the sky to welcome the two new friends."

Chen Luo waved his hand.

The dense array of magic weapons and ghosts were divided into two groups, and were carried by these puppets to fly in two directions. The dense array of spiritual talismans and magic weapons below followed behind them, and from a distance they looked like two groups of immortal soldiers separated.

After arranging everything, Chen Luo sat down again, casually took out seven or eight pills from his arms, and swallowed them like candy beans.

In the external brain, the aura of the Stone Mother Goddess emerged.

His breath became like stone, blending into the mountains behind him.

“The consumption is a bit high”

Calling up so many puppets at once was a bit overwhelming even for Chen Luo at this stage. His brain was enough, but he only had so much spiritual power. Which of the puppets and magic tools he released was not a big consumer of spiritual power? Even if he only used 1% of his spiritual power, the "units" he sent out would exceed the upper limit, which was considered overloaded.

After exhaling a breath of foul air, Chen Luo took out a handful of elixirs and swallowed them.

He is an alchemist himself, so he naturally has no shortage of elixirs.

The battle between immortal cultivators is like a war, and they also fight for resources. The reason why Chen Luo was unwilling to give up the Wanxiang Immortal Sect was that he wanted to protect this resource.

Shang Nanfei was in front.

The magic weapon in his hand has turned into a black umbrella. This black umbrella was given to him by the master. Although it is just a magic weapon, it was brought down from the upper world by the master. The refining technique is far beyond the reach of the natives in the lower world. The magical power sealed inside was written by the master himself, which is a complete "immortal art".

"I'll go and capture this guy first, you wait here for me." Shang Nan looked back at Song Jia behind him and spoke.

Just at this moment, a black light shot out from below.

"careful!"

Song Jia, who was following behind, changed her expression slightly and subconsciously spoke up to remind him.

"It's just a trifle. You think you can launch a sneak attack of this level?" Shang Nan's face turned cold. He waved the black umbrella in his hand, and was about to take the black light into the umbrella.

BANG!!

The black chessboard passed through Shang Nan's defense in a strange way, and the chessboard slammed hard on Shang Nan's left cheek. The criss-cross marks on it were imprinted on his face like a pattern.

I got smashed?

Shang Nan's mind was confused and he subconsciously reached out and touched his left cheek.

Streak-like, blood-stained pattern.

The damage is not great, but it is extremely insulting.

"court death!!"

As the son of the eldest master, Shang Nan was respected by everyone even in the mountains. Even the children of the big families and the heads of the sects had to bow and call him a fairy boy when they saw him. When had they ever been insulted like this?

boom!!

The black umbrella spread out, and a black gust of wind flew out from under the umbrella.

These strong winds were like demons. As soon as they appeared, they turned into demons and swirled around. The blue sky around them turned black after being exposed to these black winds. The clouds stood up and turned into black wind monsters with ghost faces. These little monsters were like dolls, with black wind tails on their lower bodies and a big head on their upper bodies, grinning and biting around.

Anything bitten by them will be quickly assimilated into black evil wind.

The sky changed color visibly.

The black chessboard was already contaminated by the black wind during the first impact, and fell from the sky, about to turn into a monster, but fortunately the puppets of hatred followed behind. Looking at the chessboard that began to distort, he raised his hand and chopped it with a knife.

clang!!

Sparks flew everywhere, and the murderous aura instantly dispersed the black wind in the chessboard. Retracting the chessboard, Qiu Yuan quickly arranged a layer of murderous intent around his body, using the murderous intent to block the erosion of the black wind. Then he raised his head and looked forward.

I saw the fairy boy with a distorted face standing in the void, waving a black umbrella in his hand.

Every time it swung, a large amount of black wind would descend. Dozens of puppets that rushed up with the hatred were corroded by the black wind and turned into monsters before they saw the enemy. One by one, their faces were distorted and changed into different forms, rushing towards their own people in the opposite direction.

"Hehehe"

The leader of the Demon Sect, whose face was filled with black energy, was even more ruthless. He blew himself up right in the middle of the crowd.

boom!!

The power of the self-detonation spread out like a poison, affecting more evil spirits and puppets. Then the power of black wind spread further, from the air to the ground.

A pangolin carefully poked its head out from the crack of the mountain wall, but before it could see the surrounding situation clearly, it was swept in by the black wind. With a "crash", all the flesh and blood on its body disappeared, and its bones fell from the crack. In the air, they were swept by the black wind again, twisting and transforming into a small white bone demon.

"Magic?"

Qiu Yuan's face was solemn, as he saw the power of this magical power.

"You guys are the ones who attacked me by surprise? Die!"

Under the sweeping black wind, the two brothers Qiu Yuan and Qiu Xue quickly stood out. As the survivors of the immortal arts, the fairy boy in the sky immediately spotted them.

Whoosh!!

The black umbrella was waved, and a large black wind swept over.

"Get out of the way if you're useless. Don't waste your spiritual energy."

Qiuxue, who had always had no sense of existence, took two steps forward, and a churning sea of ​​blood began to appear under his feet. The blood was only the size of a palm when it first appeared, but in just a breath, it turned into a sea of ​​blood that filled the sky and appeared out of thin air in the air. (End of this chapter)