Chapter 311 Isn’t the senior a swordsman?



The face of the pinched ghost cultivator was filled with fear. A black vein lit up on his right arm. The vein shot out from his wrist like an earthworm, and three of them were directed towards Chen Luo's face. This was the power of the Ghost Temple, and all the Ghost Temple cultivators carried this thing.

Creak!

Use five fingers to pinch the other person's neck, and with the other hand, grab the top of the head, apply force left and right like twisting a bottle cap, and then twist it hard.

With a loud 'bang', the ghost cultivator's head was pulled off alive by him.

The three black lines also came in front of him, but before they got close, a layer of lightning appeared on Chen Luo's body, blocking these things outside. The three black lines struggled twice and tried to sneak in.

'Silhouette curse, easily broken.'

In the external brain, the brain of the Demon Sect Master responded with a very familiar technique. Chen Luo used his other hand to touch the middle of the black lines, and the three hideous black lines immediately weakened and turned into a pool of black ink dripping onto the ground.

"No brains?"

After solving the silhouette curse, Chen Luo tried to press the head of the ghost cultivator in his hand.

In the end, he didn't read the brain. When he looked down, he found that the brain in his hand had lost its color after he crushed it to death.

The ghost cultivators who were beaten to death gradually revealed their original appearance. Their dark blue bodies had never seen sunlight all year round, and their skin and flesh were not real, but were woven from a strange cloth. After being crushed to death by Chen Luo, the cloth bodies left by the two ghost cultivators were visibly decayed, but in the blink of an eye they turned into a pile of black ash, emitting a strong stench.

"Junior Brother Chen"

"Brother."

Seeing this scene, everyone in the field swallowed their saliva. It was the first time they saw someone kill a ghost cultivator in this way.

"I'm going to Yaowang Peak."

Throwing away the black ash in his hand, Chen Luo appeared outside the door in a flash. His consciousness sensed the breath of the ghost cultivator Xue Ning in that direction.

These low-level ghost cultivators have no brains, but high-level ghost cultivators are different. Xue Ning was watching the changes. The fact that the other party was able to kill the corpse-raising sect master meant that she had the strength to form a dan. For Chen Luo, who had just passed the tribulation and was promoted, this level of brain was the most handy.

On Yaowang Peak.

A figure covered in blood flew out backwards. Before he could escape, a strange scroll flew out and blocked his way, forcing him to return to Yaowang Peak again. The enemy in the dark was completely invisible, and he didn't even know who he was fighting.

The only few collisions were large-scale collisions of vital energy. But this method is fine if used twice, but if used more than once, the consumption will not be able to sustain. The Lord of the Nine Poisons Valley is a Blood Pill cultivator, and the indiscriminate bombardment is too consuming for him. The most troublesome thing is that the enemies in the Ghost Temple can't be seen at all.

Divine awareness and spiritual eyes are all ineffective.

The cold air enveloped him again, and the Lord of the Nine Poison Valley gasped. He could feel the enemy slowly approaching. But he couldn't see it, and he didn't even know where the opponent's next attack would come from.

"Want to kill me? Let's die together!"

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the exhausted Nine Poison Valley Master, and the blood pill in his body suddenly flew out.

The dazzling light circled on the blood pill, and then exploded with a 'boom'. The spherical light blew a big hole in the entire area. The circular shock wave swept across, and dense cracks appeared on the cloth surrounding him.

The aftermath dissipated, and the figure of the Nine Poison Valley Master disappeared. A gray shadow appeared beside him. The people that the Nine Poison Valley Master had killed with his golden elixir explosion were just two low-level ghost cultivators made of cloth.

"Joining the Ghost Temple is the final destination"

Xue Ning squatted down and gently drew a circle with her index finger at the place where the Nine Poison Valley Master died. A circle of grayish-white power penetrated in, as if something was about to be summoned out by her.

"Fellow Daoist Xue, long time no see."

A streak of light streaked across the sky, and Chen Luo appeared beside Xue Ning as if he had teleported. He stretched out his left hand, as if greeting an old friend. He also glanced at the big pit next to him, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

What a waste, no brain left.

"Um?"

Xue Ning raised his head and looked at Chen Luo with confusion, and the other person had a smile on his face.

It's really a greeting.

Who is this person?

boom!

Before Xue Ning could react, a shadow mixed with lightning came towards her face, and a whistling sound accompanied by wind pressure slapped her in the face.

BANG!!

The air wave exploded! The brute force collided, and no one retreated.

The slap that contained the power of bone veins seemed to hit the stone tablet, giving a cold touch. A circle of dense black inscriptions appeared on Xue Ning's face. These words were like the sacrificial texts beside the ghost temple, giving people a gloomy and weird feeling.

"Physical cultivation? That's a really warm greeting."

Xue Ning's body had completely turned into the color of the stone tablet, and a gray inner pill was flowing in his lower abdomen. A black snake appeared on her right shoulder, and the snake was wrapped around her neck. It flashed and bit Chen Luo's wrist.

Curse, poison!

Before the snake could move, a bolt of lightning mixed with the power of a heavenly calamity exploded.

boom!

Lightning exploded in the palm of his hand. It was the 'Yin Lei Curse' that Chen Luo had practiced before. After having the bone pattern, the power of Chen Luo's thunder magic ability increased by who knows how many times. Now, with the help of the vitality of heaven and earth, the effect was like a real heavenly calamity.

As soon as the shadow snake's head appeared, it was hit by thunder.

A large amount of black smoke came out of his body, and his neck was broken. The remaining force exploded between the two of them. This time, Xue Ning finally retreated. The inscription on her left face shattered, and a large piece of stone skin flew out.

With a muffled groan, the man quickly flew back.

The cloth rolled around swayed again, trying to use the magic weapon to separate the two people. The best way to deal with physical cultivators is to increase the distance. Xue Ning thought Chen Luo was a physical cultivator.

"A spellcasting device? I have one too."

Chen Luo took out the only chessboard left after overcoming the tribulation, and hit Xue Ning on the head with it like a brick.

Even if most of the Yuanying-level magic weapon was destroyed by the thunder, the remaining power could not be blocked by this piece of cloth. A piece of cloth that had just been placed in front of him was smashed through by a chessboard, and the cloth was torn apart. The magic weapon that had been damaged by the self-explosion of the blood pill of the Nine Poison Valley Master was directly beaten into rags.

The man took advantage of the situation and chased after Xue Ning again.

He had already predetermined the other party's brain, and he couldn't let him get away no matter what he said! This was also the reason why Chen Luo didn't use sword cultivation or thunder magic after he came here.

I’m afraid of damaging my brain.

In mid-air, the bone patterns on Chen Luo's body flickered, and the first bone pattern also lit up. A ferocious demonic aura emerged from his whole body, and that wild aura was daunting.

Xue Ning's face changed slightly, and she quickly borrowed the energy of the world around her, trying to stop Chen Luo. But Chen Luo was more determined than her. The pressure of the Jindan level spread out, forcibly borrowing most of the energy of the world, condensing it into a similar arm, rushing over, crushing Xue Ning's resistance. The remaining power mixed with the chasing Chen Luo, and punched Xue Ning in the chest.

Snap

Half of Xue Ning's body collapsed, and blood spurted out of her mouth. The force forced her to change direction in mid-air, and she crashed hard into the big rock below. Her head hit the edge, creating a dent, and a lot of rubble popped out. Lightning arcs exploded all around, blackening the surrounding land.

Xue Ning in the pit forced himself to turn around, and saw arcs of electricity appearing on Chen Luo's arms in the air. His fists were spread out and he was slamming down at him fiercely from above.

quick!

Too fast.

Even if you see it, it's too late to avoid it.

Xue Ning in the pit felt like a worm crawling in a mud pit, unable to escape. He could only watch helplessly as someone hit him with a hammer.

The mysterious power of the ghost cultivation seemed to have completely lost its effect at this moment. Xue Ning didn't even have time to figure out the reason. He saw the fist falling and his body was broken into two by the explosion.

The part below the abdomen flew away to who knows where, and the part above it also collapsed for the most part. Only the head from the neck up was still intact.

It took a long time for the aftermath to subside.

Chen Luo walked over and held her head, trying to read.

Xue Ning was stunned by the lightning-filled palm. She never expected that she would be defeated so quickly and inexplicably.

From beginning to end, she didn't figure out the identity of the person who came.

"Who are you?!"

Xue Ning spat out a mouthful of black blood. She had no memory of this person at all.

Blood splashed on the other party, white smoke hissed, and the power of the curse was activated instantly. Curses, ghosts, and poisons were all magical powers that the Ghost Temple was good at. However, these invincible means were like tickling Chen Luo at this moment. He didn't even take a second look at the black blood curse and ignored it directly. This was more infuriating than an insult.

"Why can't I read it? Is it because I'm not dead?"

Chen Luo did not answer her.

How could he bear that the four brains of the demon, devil, ghost, and spirit he had planned had failed before the first step had even begun! There must be something wrong with the process, and it needed to be studied carefully.

A few black lights flashed by, and the Taoist Wuwei and the powerful men from Wudao Peak who came to support looked at the scene in front of them with dull expressions.

At this time, Yaowang Peak had been reduced to ruins.

Due to the self-detonation of Blood Pill, the leader of the Nine Poison Valley, and the subsequent fighting, not a single building was intact, and there were huge pits everywhere formed by the collision of vital energy.

In the middle of the ruins, white bone patterns appeared on Chen Luo's chest and left shoulder. The strange patterns combined together to form a mysterious superposition. The sleeves of the green robe disappeared, turning into a shoulder-length shirt, and the clothes on the legs became shorts. There was a ball of black blood on the calf, and white smoke was still coming out.

It looks like a curse, but it is a little different from the curse that everyone has in mind.

In the right hand that was emitting lightning, there was a talking head, and not far away was a half body with black gas coming out. A person and a head were talking, and the scene was very strange.

"Isn't Senior Chen a swordsman?"

Mo Wenjian asked in a hoarse voice. The last time he dueled with Chen Luo, the other party defeated him with "sword intent".

"Master uncle is a Dharma practitioner," Ding Xiaoxia beside him argued.

Sword cultivator?

Dharma practice?

"Senior brother is a talisman master and an alchemy master."

Huang Ying was also greatly shocked. She felt that the 'perfect senior brother' she had imagined in her mind was shattered.

"Are you sure you are not physical cultivators?" Bai Su couldn't help but say.

Everyone was silent and looked at Master Wuwei.

Chen Luo's master. (End of this chapter)

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