Chen Luo's return lifted the spirits of everyone on Wudao Peak. Although they didn't know Chen Luo's current specific cultivation level, more than a decade ago, he was able to use the Silver Armor Corpse King to fight against the leader of the Corpse Cultivation Sect and the leader of the Nine Poison Valley. Now, ten years have passed, and at least he is a Jindan warrior.
After learning about the changes in the Seven Kingdoms over the years through Master Wuwei, Junior Sister Huang Ying and others, Chen Luo stayed in the sect.
It was obvious at first glance that this haunted temple had a connection with him.
He always remembered that the "Spring and Autumn Gu" of Gu Demon Han Jiu was left inside. He didn't have the strength before, but now he has to go in and search for everything. There is also the brain of the ghost cultivator. He had been thinking about expanding his horizons and getting some brains of other types of cultivators. Now the opportunity is at his doorstep, there is no reason to give up.
indoor.
Chen Luo sat cross-legged.
He was still digesting the impact of the tribulation. With the mummy brain, he had reached the limit of using the feedback power of the tribulation. The power of the thunder tribulation was absorbed and integrated into the second demon bone array pattern, forming a "thunder pattern" at the heart. The demon power changed his body, and the thunder tribulation power that was previously swallowed into his body wandered in his body.
The two bone patterns echoed each other. The first bone pattern was found by Zhu Chungang. It was unknown what kind of monster's bone it was. When the patterns on it were used, they could improve Chen Luo's defense and strength. The second bone pattern was captured from the heavenly tribulation before. It was a thunder pattern. It had a great bonus to the thunder magic.
With every breath in and out, each exercise can attract the outside world and drive the vital energy of the surrounding heaven and earth.
The demonic power was compressed and condensed bit by bit.
The golden elixir in the body exuded a radiance like the scorching sun, and ten points of "jade liquid" turned dark green and surrounded the golden elixir like a satellite.
The combination of spiritual energy and physical energy, superimposed with the strange aura of the Heart Demon Technique, gives people the feeling of being an unparalleled demon, unfathomable.
After a long time, Chen Luo, who had digested the last remaining strength, assigned a new task to the mummy's brain.
The path to Nascent Soul.
Matters like these concerning the path of Taoism are best handled by the mummy's brain.
Chen Luo opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of foul air. The gas formed a circular cyclone in front of him, which stirred up a strong wind and made the books in the room rustle. The flames on the table kept shaking, and the shadows reflected on the wall kept distorting.
After a long time, the breath gradually faded away, the flame calmed down again, and the shadow behind him also quieted down again.
bass!
Chen Luo stretched out his index finger and pointed, the wick shook, and a fire dragon flew out from the oil lamp. The fire dragon was only three inches in size, and under Chen Luo's control it was vivid and alive, like a real creature.
"Is this the vitality of heaven and earth?"
Chen Luo sensed the difference. The fire dragon he was controlling did not consume his own spiritual power. The existence of the fire dragon would not cause any consumption to him, because he created this fire dragon by borrowing the energy of heaven and earth. As long as he wanted, this fire dragon could instantly expand ten times and sweep the entire Wudao Peak into it.
This is the power of a Jindan cultivator!
Chen Luo himself is the top level among Jindan cultivators, a real person who has condensed the golden elixir. His jade liquid magic power can allow him to borrow more of the vitality of heaven and earth.
Yaowang Peak.
Just like the Corpse-raising Sect borrowed Tianming Peak, the Nine Poison Valley also borrowed a main peak from the Shenhu Immortal Gate after their defeat. The peak they borrowed was Yaowang Peak, which was closer to Wudao Peak than the Corpse-raising Sect.
"All dead? Only the three of you came back?"
The face of the Lord of the Nine Poison Valley was gloomy and his voice was a little dry.
Unlike the leader of the Corpse-raising Sect, the leader of the Nine Poisons Valley was not injured after his defeat, so he did not put all his hopes on Immortal Wuwei. During this period, he had been looking for a way out. A few months ago, he secretly sent a group of disciples out to explore the passage in the sea.
Unexpectedly, several months passed and only three of the people he sent out returned.
"The Ghost Temple has blocked the entire area. As long as we get close to the sea, people will immediately go missing." Mo Wenjian's body was also corroded by the aura of the Ghost Temple, and his expression was a little tired.
He betrayed the Shenhu Immortal Sect and joined the Nine Poison Valley. He cultivated all the way to the foundation building stage and became the foundation building elder of the Nine Poison Valley. His life reached its peak, and then he had a duel with his "fated enemy".
It’s better not to mention the result of that fight.
He thought he could defeat this opponent after he was promoted to the foundation building stage, but he didn't expect that his opponent's progress was faster than his. Later, he heard that this "old enemy" had refined a silver-armored corpse king and had the combat power of a dan. In order to catch up with this fateful enemy, Mo Wenjian practiced day and night for many years, and finally advanced to the middle stage of foundation building not long ago. Before he could be happy, he encountered the crisis of the ghost temple.
The once magnificent Nine Poison Valley spiritual veins were eroded by the Ghost Temple. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have probably become a ghost in the Ghost Temple.
He followed the Valley Master all the way to the Shenhu Immortal Gate, and then accepted the Valley Master's mission to find a way out, but he was killed by the Ghost Temple again. Most of the elders who went out with him died. Including him, only three people returned, and they were all injured.
After many setbacks, Mo Wenjian has faced the reality.
He finally understood that he might not be a genius. He could be considered a genius when he was in the Qi training stage, but he became mediocre after building the foundation. There were more geniuses in the world than he imagined.
Among the foundation-building cultivators, he is just an ordinary one.
He no longer had any hope of forming a pill.
"Where are the Seven Poisons?"
The Lord of the Nine Poison Valley asked in a deep voice.
The 'Seven Poisons' he mentioned was the strongest person in the Nine Poison Valley except for him. He was also the deputy valley master of the Nine Poison Valley and a great cultivator who had reached the perfect foundation building stage.
"If it weren't for the deputy valley master, you probably wouldn't have seen us."
A trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the two elders of the Nine Poison Valley who returned with Mo Wenjian.
"We are completely invisible to the enemy. We don't even know how the people around us died."
The elder who spoke had a pale face.
"My most skilled demon vine can't even find the enemy's location."
"Valley Master, let's seek refuge with Master Wuwei. Only he can deal with those ghosts."
"calm."
The Lord of the Nine Poison Valley frowned and scolded.
The magical power of Jindan Zhenren exploded like thunder, bringing the two distraught elders back to their senses.
"It's not the last moment yet. Wuwei may not be able to stop that ghost thing. That woman named Xue Ning doesn't look like a human. I suspect she might be a ghost cultivator."
"Ghost cultivator?"
After hearing what the Lord of the Nine Poison Valley said, the few of them finally perked up a little.
"Try to find some extremely yang and strong spiritual talismans, preferably third-level ones. You can also prepare some magic tools. As long as they are effective against evil things, you can buy them. Now there are only a few of us left in the Nine Poison Valley, so we don't need to worry about the consumption of spiritual stones."
The Lord of the Nine Poison Valley knew that he must not panic at this time. If he did, his subordinates would be really finished.
The foundation of the Nine Poison Valley cannot be destroyed in his hands!
"yes."
Mo Wenjian and the other two breathed a sigh of relief.
"Where's Ling'er?"
The Nine Poison Valley Master glanced at the three people. These three were the only remaining foundation-building cultivators in the Nine Poison Valley. After escaping this disaster, they would have to rely on them to revive the mountain gate.
"Junior Sister Ling'er is refining medicine. The consumption of pills during this period is quite high."
When Mo Wenjian mentioned Junior Sister Ling'er, his emotions calmed down a lot. The Ling'er that the Nine Poison Valley Master was talking about was his granddaughter and the only alchemist in the Nine Poison Valley.
As they were talking, they suddenly heard footsteps outside.
At first, none of the four paid attention, but as the footsteps got closer, they all sensed something was wrong.
sound!
The footsteps were very strange, and they kept the same frequency from far to near, not like the footsteps of a living person. The Lord of the Nine Poisons Valley spread out his consciousness and found that his consciousness was blocked and could not spread to the outside.
"Isn't it good to join the Ghost Temple?"
A faint voice sounded outside the yard.
The voice was extremely mournful, like a woman's cry, or the whimper of a wronged soul.
"Ghost cultivator Xue Ning!"
The moment the voice was heard, the faces of everyone present changed.
The Nine Poison Valley Master stood up instantly, and the pressure of a Jindan cultivator spread out. The surrounding heaven and earth energy surged, and he borrowed it, forming a strong wind in the courtyard. He raised his hand and grabbed it, and a translucent big hand formed in the air, and slapped it towards the door.
boom!!
The two invisible forces collided with each other, causing a loud bang.
The main hall of Yaowang Peak exploded under this force, and the house broke in half. The Nine Poison Valley Master in midair shouted angrily, and a strong poisonous aura emerged from his body.
Mo Wenjian and the two elders took advantage of the situation to retreat outside.
The battle of Jindan was not something they could interfere with at all, and the chaotic energy of heaven and earth around them forced them to retreat again and again.
"what to do?"
The two elders looked at the scene in front of them with horror, and the scene of the Ghost Temple attacking the Nine Poison Valley a few years ago appeared in their minds involuntarily. It was the same at that time. The Valley Master fought with a strange ghost cultivator, and they, the foundation-building elders, were ambushed and killed by the mysterious ghost cultivator, and the thousand-year foundation of the Nine Poison Valley was destroyed.
"Take Ling'er and go to Wudao Peak to find the old ghost Wuwei."
A voice came from the hall, and then a large, poisonous and rotten hand was seen smashing the house to pieces. An unconscious girl was pulled out from the alchemy room next to it and thrown fiercely at Mo Wenjian.
The two forces of Dan Formation collided with each other again, and they seemed to hear the sound of cloth tearing.
After rescuing the person, the three people subconsciously looked back.
I saw that the originally clear sky outside had a hole in it. The sun was shining brightly inside the hole, but it was raining and windy outside.
"Heaven-shattering magical weapon?!"
The three of them were all at the foundation-building stage, and they saw the clues at a glance, and instantly understood why the fight had not attracted the attention of Master Wuwei. It was not that the other party was slow, but that the magic weapon of the ghost temple was too mysterious.
boom!!
The three of them took advantage of this gap and rushed out quickly. Mo Wenjian held the unconscious Ling'er and flew towards the nearby Wudao Peak with burning blood.
Fortunately, the Yaowang Peak and Wudao Peak they chose are very close.
On Wudao Peak.
It's quiet.
The disciples of the immortal sect who had witnessed Chen Luo turning the tide all had a blind admiration for him, especially Ding Xiaoxia and Huang Ying, who trusted him unconditionally.
Master Wuwei also breathed a sigh of relief.
Like him, Chen Luo had practiced the Heart Demon Art, and Chen Luo's Heart Demon Art was even stronger than his. With his help, they would definitely be able to deal with the Ghost Temple, and at the very least, they would not be as embarrassed as before.
It was a pity that Chen Luo went into seclusion as soon as he came back, and I didn't have time to ask him what level of cultivation he had reached. (End of this chapter)
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