A pale blue figure flew out from the demon statue, floated above the young man, and looked down at him.
"Such a strong grudge?"
Chen Luo looked at the dead man with a broken leg below him, and vaguely felt that he seemed to have seen this man before. It seemed that he was the first man with a sword on his back who rushed to the Demon Valley not long ago. His name seemed to be Zhao Han.
“Don’t waste it!”
The pupils changed, and the vision in the eyes changed. The rain falling from the sky disappeared, the ground turned gray, and a light gray shadow flew out from the dead bodies below.
The shadow was confused at first, then became angry.
Started to roar unwillingly.
Waves of resentment emerged from Shadow's heart, and his aura rose at a speed visible to the naked eye. Countless energies hidden in this gray and white world gathered towards Shadow as if they had sensed the call.
"Die!!! Bitch, I want you to die!"
Shadow roared to the sky.
An unprecedented powerful aura surged into his heart, and even his reason was shattered by this force. The shadow in front of him only remembered that he still had one thought, which was revenge.
As for whom to seek revenge
He no longer remembers.
The released shadow flew up, and just as he was about to move, he saw a gray soul flag sweeping past him. On the flag surface, one hideous face after another appeared, and these faces were full of murderous aura. Compared with these old predecessors, Zhao Han, who had just become a murderous soul, was as pure as a lamb.
Before the whole story could be figured out, the evil soul derived from Zhao Han was taken into the Soul Banner and became a member of the big family.
The demon statue in the distance shook, and its huge body seemed to be hidden in the rain. It glanced in the direction of Chen Luo, and its body faded gradually until it disappeared.
The scattered particles gathered on Chen Luo's body, allowing his aura to return to its peak.
"It's time to go find the old turtle and the other two. I hope they are still alive."
He landed next to the corpse, with his feet three feet away from the body.
He reached out and took out a bamboo leaf from the Dongtian Gourd. He crushed it, turned it into powder and threw it into Zhao Han's body.
Zhao Han, who was originally dead, began to grow like a bamboo shoot after being absorbed by the bamboo leaf powder. In the blink of an eye, his broken legs grew back and the injuries on his body disappeared.
"The leaves of Shengsheng Bamboo are surprisingly useful."
This piece of bamboo leaf was left in the Dongtian gourd when Chen Luo first dug bamboo.
The origin of this thing is unknown and there is a high possibility of hidden dangers.
Out of caution, Chen Luo threw this hot potato away. It was just in time for him to use the corpse in front of him to test the new results of his research for so long.
Reaching out and pressing on Zhao Han's head, familiar information emerged in his mind. Because he had just died, Zhao Han's brain was very well preserved, and the gray aura was completely extracted by Chen Luo.
'Contacted with the brain waves of a dead person, damage level 7%, do you want to read it?'
Seven percent damage is the lowest value.
Chen Luo only has one brain with a damage level lower than this number, and that is the brain of the old fox in the inn. Over the years, Chen Luo has been trying to make up for the damage. His external brain is working all the time, and several of his genius brains are studying this aspect of the problem.
The old fox's brain took over the main body, and the power of the reverse possession technique circulated in Chen Luo's body, turning into a snake-shaped airflow and returning to Zhao Han's body.
After returning the brain, Chen Luo reached out and patted the Dongtian Gourd, and the fat life-borrowing Gu flew out and landed on Zhao Han's forehead.
Without Chen Luo's orders, the tentacles on the head of the Life-Borrowing Gu stretched out, and two white auras flew over from a distance and merged into the body of the Life-Borrowing Gu. After being extracted by it, the remaining part was manipulated by Chen Luo and infused into Zhao Han's body.
"stand up."
The originally cold corpse quickly revived after absorbing this power.
The eyes on the face buried in the mud suddenly opened.
But then his anger dissipated, and he sat up with a dazed look on his face. He looked around and muttered to himself like a fool.
"Who am I? Who are you? And why am I here?"
Chen Luo ignored Zhao Han's question.
Strictly speaking, the real Zhao Han had died long ago. The 'Zhao Han' sitting here was just a semi-finished product copied by Chen Luo using the 'reverse possession method' and had no memories of his previous life.
“No hurry, no hurry.”
Chen Luo laughed and raised his hand again.
This time the aura changed again, from the aura of the old fox in the inn to the aura of the inner demon ancestor.
The Heart Demon Art was in operation, and the Heart Demon images appeared out of thin air. These images were manipulated by the Heart Demon Art to gather into light and condense at the fingertips. The remaining memory fragments in Zhao Han's brain were also kneaded by Chen Luo, and the two images were mixed together like paste.
Then he pointed.
Like an initiation, a large amount of life memories appeared in Zhao Han's mind. The 7% that was originally missing was rewritten by Chen Luo using a simple and crude method. This rewritten part contained the fragments of Zhao Han's obsession, as well as some parts that Chen Luo had fabricated using the Heart Demonic Art.
But no matter what, Zhao Han's life is complete.
“I remember now!”
Zhao Han's eyes gleamed with divine light as he slowly recalled the scene before his death.
He was betrayed.
His favorite junior sister teamed up with outsiders to plot against him. The two bitches stole his elixir, destroyed his sea of qi, cut off his legs, and threw him like a dead dog in the Devil Valley. The purpose was to use the Devil Valley to cut off the roots and solve the future troubles.
“Bitch!!”
Anger rose in Zhao Han's heart.
Most of the content he recalled was true. It was extracted from Zhao Han's obsession by Chen Luo. As for the missing parts, Chen Luo added a little. It was very easy for him to rewrite such a weak and short life, which was why he chose Zhao Han.
"Revenge when revenge is needed, and complain when complaints are needed. With your uncle here, no one dares to embarrass you."
Chen Luo patted Zhao Han on the shoulder and improvised a magic technique to teach him.
For Chen Luo at this stage, the use of demonic energy is easy. As for the danger, Zhao Han is already dead, so the worst that can happen is that he will die again.
The extra time you live now is earned.
"Thank you, Uncle Chen. If it weren't for you, I would have been killed by that bitch."
Zhao Han turned around gratefully and thanked Chen Luo.
In his memory, he was only seriously injured, but not dead, and it was Chen Luo who saved him. Chen Luo was not a demon god, but an elder uncle in his village. He had sworn brotherhood with his father many years ago, and was the person he trusted most in this world.
With Chen Luo's words, Zhao Han's confidence returned.
"Go back first. Uncle will follow you during this period. Your cultivation has been neglected during my absence."
Chen Luo's figure flashed and turned into a phantom and merged into Zhao Han's body.
Zhao Han didn’t think there was anything wrong with such a strange scene.
In his "memory", Uncle Chen had used this method on him for three years before. He was able to rise from ordinary people, all thanks to Uncle Chen's help.
Zhao Han took a deep breath and jumped back onto the cliff.
His skills became extremely agile, and his magical powers were different from those of the people in this world, but Zhao Han did not notice anything wrong, because in his memory, he had always flown like this.
After leaving the valley, it took him a long time to get out of the forest.
By this time the rain had subsided and the sky was getting brighter.
"Strange, why can't I remember the way back?" Zhao Han stood at the entrance of the market in Qingmu Mountain, trying hard to recall the route back to the mountain.
This should be common sense, but now there is confusion.
There are still some flaws.
Chen Luo observed Zhao Han's reaction and summarized his experience of failure. The genius brains in the external brain that were studying memory modification also became active and began to update the original plan. I believe that it won't be long before the second version of "Brain Complementation" will be released.
"After such a serious injury, it is inevitable that there will be some sequelae, but these are not serious matters. When the injury is healed, these memories will naturally recover as well."
Chen Luo interrupted Zhao Han's memories.
Zhao Han had never been to the sect where he was, so naturally there would be no such content in his fabricated memories. The false inner demon memory and the obsession memory conflicted at this moment, and were slightly incompatible.
"Uncle Chen is right."
After hearing this, Zhao Han didn't worry about this issue anymore. He remembered the name of his sect, so he just needed to ask someone.
Turn around the corner and enter an alley.
Half a minute later, Zhao Han walked out with a map in his hand.
Two days later.
Zhao Han passed through the mountains and forests and came to a city north of Qingmu Mountain.
Sword Washing Hall.
This was the sect Zhao Han belonged to. Zhao Han spent some money and found out the location of the Sword Washing Hall from a news dealer. After that, he traveled for two days and finally returned to the sect before sunset.
When Zhao Han thought about seeing that pair of bitches soon, he couldn't help but feel murderous.
"Don't be impatient."
Chen Luo's voice rang out and quickly suppressed Zhao Han's anger.
He took a deep breath and walked into the door.
At the door, the disciples of Xijian Hall saw Zhao Han coming back, but they didn't ask much. They just nodded to him. These people didn't know about Zhao Han's experience outside, they just thought he was returning from training.
After entering the gate, Chen Luo saw a lively scene.
Seven or eight disciples from the Sword Washing Hall were practicing swordplay in the courtyard. Their sword techniques were fierce and their sword moves were vicious. Their usual sparring gave them a momentum of fighting for life and death.
'Sacrificial sword for demons.'
'The sword is the main thing, and the man is the auxiliary.'
In his mind, the long-silent sword cultivator's brain suddenly emerged, and the corresponding information also appeared in Chen Luo's mind. (End of this chapter)
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