Ling Shan and Lin Jian's faces changed drastically when they saw Zhao Han at the door, especially Lin Jian, who remembered it very clearly. That night, he personally chopped off Zhao Han's legs, crippled his cultivation, and planted a deadly poison in his body. In this situation, even a strong man in the supernatural realm might not be able to survive.
How could Zhao Han be so virtuous and capable as to escape from such a desperate situation!
"not good!"
Lin Jian's face changed, and he subconsciously wanted to escape. But before he turned around, he felt a strong demonic energy gathering from all directions.
Puff! !
The sword flashed, and two heads flew out. There was still an expression of disbelief on the faces of the two men, as if they couldn't believe that they were dead like this. After killing the man, Zhao Han laughed grimly, threw the sword in his hand aside, and reached out to take out a black stone from his arms.
A burst of black light appeared on the stone, and this layer of black light flowed like a water curtain. Before the bodies of Lingshan and Lin Jian fell, two half-gray auras flew out of the bodies. One of them had a face full of fear, and it was obvious that he knew what was going to happen next.
"Soul Refining Stone? No!!"
There was a scream, and then the sound stopped abruptly.
"This is just the beginning. If I don't train you for five hundred years, how can I get rid of the hatred in my heart?"
After putting away the Soul Refining Stone, Zhao Han felt his thoughts become clearer.
The group of disciples from the Sword Washing Hall behind him were horrified when they saw this scene. Killing fellow disciples in the street, they simply didn't take their master seriously!
Before they could finish their thoughts, they saw Master Ji Chang coming out with a satisfied smile on his face, as if he was pleased with his disciple's decisive killing. As for the two bodies lying at the door, he didn't even look at them.
The group of disciples surrounding them suddenly showed strange expressions on their faces.
Doesn’t Master like Junior Brother the most? No, Master likes Young Sect Master Senior Brother Zhao Han!
Similar memory conflicts appeared on the faces of all the Sword Washing Hall disciples around, but their cultivation was very weak, not as good as Ji Chang's. Chen Luo didn't modify that many memories, and after a moment of doubt, his body slowly adjusted.
Maybe I remembered it wrong.
After killing people, Zhao Han returned to the sect, and Ji Chang announced Zhao Han's identity as the young sect leader in public.
A few days later.
The Sword Washing Hall stabilized.
Zhao Han's reputation gradually spread, and he began to take over the affairs of Xijian Hall.
"Who are you? Who allowed you to sneak into our Sword Washing Hall?"
Zhao Han kicked the man out. He didn't expect that he would catch a spy just after taking over the Sword Washing Hall! Although this person was wearing the clothes of a Sword Washing Hall disciple, he didn't have this person in his memory at all. It was obvious that he had sneaked in by taking advantage of the situation.
Now that he is the young master, it is natural for him to eliminate this hidden danger.
Seeing this, a group of disciples quickly held down the disciple who was kicked away. Many of them knew this person. Chen Luo's modification of them was limited to those related to Zhao Han. The original cognition and memory did not disappear. There were so many people in Xijian Hall. Chen Luo could not modify every one of them in detail. That would be too cumbersome and not worth it.
"Junior Brother Zhao, it's me!!"
The disciples who were caught had sad faces.
Teng Yue had no idea what had happened. He had just gone out to complete a mission, and when he came back, the sect had changed. The most important thing was that Zhao Han, an unknown junior, suddenly became the young master of the sect. It seemed that other people were very supportive, which made Teng Yue feel like he had returned to the wrong place.
Master Ji Chang's behavior was also very strange. He actually stood next to Zhao Han!
He clearly remembered how much his master disliked Zhao Han as a disciple. If it weren't for some special reasons, Zhao Han would have been expelled from the sect long ago. Before, Zhao Han chose to travel because he was forced by his master Ji Chang to flee.
The originally clear struggle within the sect suddenly changed completely in the blink of an eye.
Bang!
Another kick hit Teng Yue's chest, and the powerful demonic power swept him and made him slam into the stone wall behind him. The blood in his body churned and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Junior brother? Find out the structure of our Sword Washing Hall before you lie to me."
Zhao Han looked disgusted.
He actually dared to pretend to be him in front of him and called him his junior brother. As the eldest senior brother of Xijian Hall, Zhao Han didn't remember that there were other senior brothers above him.
"Tell me, how much silver did you cheat us out of the Sword Washing Hall?"
Lu Dahammer also jumped out.
In the past few days, he has adapted to the memories in his mind and is now actively joining Zhao Han, becoming the young master's number one lackey.
Zhao Han nodded in satisfaction, becoming more and more certain that his judgment was correct. He didn't know this person, nor did Lu Dachui, and judging from the look on his face, his master Ji Chang didn't know him either. What else could he be but a liar?
Teng Yue was pinned to the ground, and he felt miserable, but he had no strength to resist, especially since his master, Master Xijian, was standing behind him. Even his master didn't say anything, so how could he argue? After understanding this, Teng Yue suppressed all the doubts in his heart.
Even if I have thousands of questions now, I can only keep them in my heart.
I hope that my junior sister and junior brother can help him redress his innocence after they come back. These changes in the sect must be related to Zhao Han.
"I was wrong, please spare my life, brother."
"Take the man away for interrogation, and check carefully how many corrupt officials there are. I'm the young master now, and the rules of the sect have to be revised." Zhao Han waved his hand.
"yes."
Lu Dachui grinned grimly, and dragged the man away with a few of his fellow apprentices. He had already thought of how to deal with this spy.
Zhao Han took two steps and was about to continue dealing with the trivial matters of the sect when he suddenly heard a voice in his mind. His expression changed, and after briefly explaining a few words to the disciples around him, he hurried back to the secret room.
"Uncle Chen, are you leaving?"
As soon as the door was closed, an anxious expression appeared on Zhao Han's face.
He was able to take revenge thanks to the help of Uncle Chen. If it weren't for Uncle Chen's help, he would have died that night and would not have been as successful as he is now. So when he suddenly heard that Chen Luo was leaving, he couldn't help feeling a little reluctant.
"You still have to rely on yourself on the path of cultivation. I can't always be by your side."
Chen Luo walked out of Zhao Han's body. His half-empty body gradually solidified, and a smile of concern for the younger generation hung on his face.
He has almost finished studying Zhao Han. This temporary method of supplementing the brain has great hidden dangers, which can be seen from Ji Chang, the sword-washing Taoist in the Sword Washing Hall. Since being rescued last time, Ji Chang has been like a fool. Except for occasionally speaking, everything else is left to Zhao Han to handle.
This means that the existing brain supplementation methods still have great risks. The information collected so far is enough for the "genius brain" in my body to start the second phase of research.
So he prepared to leave this place and look for the three people including the flower-backed turtle.
Chen Luo had his own way of finding people. In the brain that the flower-backed turtle had dug back from the ancestral land of the Star Sect, there was a cultivator of Tianji who was proficient in numerology, which could be used to calculate the approximate location.
"Then take care, Uncle Chen."
Seeing that Chen Luo had made his decision, Zhao Han could only stand up and say goodbye.
Chen Luo patted his shoulder and left him with a trace of inner demon. Even if there was a problem in the future, it could save his life and prevent him from going crazy like the sword-washing Taoist Ji Chang.
After leaving the Sword Washing Hall, Chen Luo stopped at the gate, stretched out his right hand, and kept calculating.
'Southeast, good luck.'
Xiu Tianji's brain quickly calculated the result he wanted.
Southeast direction?
Chen Luo turned around and walked out along the street. With every step he took, his figure changed, and the distance between them also changed. After three steps, he had disappeared at the end of the street.
During this period of time, he had been inquiring about the aura of the demon race. Through Zhao Han, he searched all the places nearby that could be searched, and found that there were really only human cultivators in this place. This abnormality made Chen Luo more alert.
Everything we see now may just be appearance.
After leaving the city, Chen Luo walked along the official road for a while, and then walked faster and faster, until finally his body turned into a rainbow and flew away.
After flying out of the city, the surrounding scenery gradually withered.
There were fewer and fewer people. At the beginning, you could still see some sects and cities, but later you had to fly for several days before you could see some small cities, and the number of people was getting sparser. The remaining large areas were barren mountains and wilderness, and the demonic aura in the air was getting stronger and stronger.
A few days later, Chen Luo stopped by a river.
It wasn't that he didn't want to continue flying forward, but he sensed danger, and the three brothers in the external brain reminded him. Out of caution, he landed here.
"The demonic energy is almost tangible."
The river was surging, and a layer of light blue demonic aura appeared on Chen Luo's body. He looked at the river in the distance, and there was a mist in front of him. This mist was not water vapor, but the change caused by the condensation of demonic aura. In order to adapt to the environment, Chen Luo called on the brain of the old fox in the inn. The aura of the demon clan surrounded him, which made him feel a little better.
It’s a pity that this method only treats the symptoms and not the root cause.
If we continue to move forward, we will be suppressed even more. Chen Luo tried it just now, and he could hardly sense the power of the legendary world by this river. This means that the power of "returning to reality" cannot be used here. For Chen Luo, losing the means of "returning to reality" has a great impact. It takes a lot of time to readjust his power and adapt his body to the environment here.
Ring ring ring.
The sound of copper bells came from the lake. In the mist, Chen Luo saw a boat, and a boatman wearing a straw raincoat and hat was rowing on the river.
"Crossing the river?"
Perhaps the boatman saw Chen Luo standing by the river and asked a question.
"Pass."
Chen Luo responded.
Xiu Tianji's brain had already clearly told him the location of the three Flowerback Turtle people, so there was no reason to give up halfway. After going through so many things along the way, it would be unreasonable not to go to the demon tribe to pay homage to a few ancestors. He couldn't even pass this level! (End of this chapter)
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