I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

This talent that can supplement the power of the soul can make Shen Lin far surpass others in the second step of cultivation. This is the qualification of the soul level. Only the great power who has completed the nine steps of soul refining can recognize this physique.

When Chen Luo was practicing and training his apprentices.

Another ship came to the dock of Xiachuan County. Unlike the previous merchant ship, this time the ship was larger, with a bow like a dragon, and the hull was also engraved with strange patterns. When the big ship approached, the ships on the dock all subconsciously avoided it.

As if they were afraid of it.

This ship has spirituality!

Two martial artists in black clothes jumped off the ship. There were two rows of young martial artists standing on the deck behind them. These people stood neatly on the ship like soldiers, and their feet seemed to have taken root. Let the ship shake, it did not move at all.

"Finally found some clues."

The leading martial artist walked down from the ship and his eyes fell on the stone steps that were smashed by the coffin not long ago. The black-clad woman who followed him walked over and stretched out her index finger to pick up some dust at the broken part of the stone.

Swoosh!

A ball of blue flame appeared at his fingertips, and soon burned all the stone fragments, leaving only a flickering breath.

This is the breath of a corpse!

"Bring the person up."

Crushing the breath in her hand, the female martial artist shouted coldly.

Soon someone dragged down a bruised figure from the boat. The figure was covered in bloodstains, his breath was weak, and even the spiritual power in his body was cut off.

"Is this the place?"

The female warrior spread her palm, and the breath that she had crushed before reappeared like a flame.

"Hehe! It's here, if you have the guts, go in."

The bruised man saw this breath, and his expression on his face suddenly became crazy. This person's name is Lai Shu, the most famous tomb robber in the ancient god sect's sphere of influence, with the cultivation level of the early Nascent Soul. Lai Shu was originally just an ordinary casual cultivator. During an adventure of exploring ruins, he obtained a technique, and from then on, he was unstoppable. Relying on the means of tomb robbing, he obtained a large amount of resources and sang all the way until he cultivated to the Nascent Soul Realm.

A casual cultivator who cultivated to the Nascent Soul Realm can already be regarded as a legend.

Lai Shu also thought so, so he chose to establish a sect and become the ancestor himself. Similar small sects are numerous in the territory of the Ancient God Sect. If Lai Shu can persist, he can become a legend. It's a pity that it's easy to change the country but hard to change one's nature. After being an old ancestor for more than a hundred years, Lai Shu's old problem recurred.

When the resources of the sect were exhausted, he returned to his old business and started a new round of grave digging. Unexpectedly, he hit a wall this time and dug the tomb of an ancestor of the Huashen family.

Then there was hunting.

The sect that Lai Shu spent hundreds of years to create was razed to the ground by the Huashen family, and he himself was hunted to death. At his desperate moment, he met two nobles.

To be precise, it was one man and one turtle.

These two people pulled him back from the brink of death and accepted him as their disciple. After that, he began to serve these two seniors. The turtle master counted the tombs, and he was responsible for digging.

This digging lasted for three years.

In three years, Lai Shu dug more than a hundred tombs. Many of the owners of these tombs were famous people in the world of immortal cultivation, and some of them still had their relatives alive. At the beginning, no one paid attention, but as the crimes became more frequent, Lai Shu and the tomb-robbing turtle were found.

This ambush took them half a year to figure out. In order to deceive the cunning tomb-robbing turtle, they also invited people from the Tianji family. It was precisely because of this that they caught the thief, but it was a pity that the tomb-robbing turtle escaped.

"I would have gone in even if you didn't say it."

Female martial artist Yu Wenling threw Lai Shu aside. After confirming that the place was correct, she was ready to catch people. These unscrupulous tomb robbers actually dug the tomb of her great-grandfather. They simply didn't take their Yu Wen family seriously. This time when she went out, the ancestor gave her a death order, asking her to bring the mastermind back to the Yuwen family and sacrifice him alive in front of the grave!

"Let me do it."

The male martial artist in front stopped Yuwen Ling's movements and walked to the door.

Like Yuwen Ling, the male martial artist's ancestor was also dug up, and the one dug up in his family was the third generation ancestor. This person is very important to the male martial artist's family, especially the skills buried with the bones, which are the core of their Ding family, and involve the most core secrets of their Ding family's body training skills.

So no matter what, he would not let Yuwen Ling take the person away, because the order he received was not to leave anyone alive.

In addition to the two of them, there were several other families whose ancestral graves were dug up by this group of tomb robbers, but those people went to chase the tomb-robbing turtle, and only the two of them arrived here first.

Ding Jian raised his hand, and the fist force ripples exploded in his palm.

Boom! !

The wooden door collapsed, revealing a huge hole. Ding Jian walked in first, and Yuwen Ling followed him quickly.

Both of them are the current leaders of the family, and are mid-stage earth-type gods.

They caught the rat with their own hands, and they also fought against the escaped tomb-robbing turtle, who was a strong earth-type god like them. The mastermind who could subdue these two people must have a high level of cultivation. At least he is in the mid-stage god, and it is possible that he is in the late stage of god.

If he is in the mid-stage god, it is okay, Ding Jian and Yuwen Ling are sure to deal with him. But if he is in the late stage of god, they need to join forces.

"Formation?!"

After just two steps, the two felt something was wrong.

The courtyard that was clearly visible from the outside was strangely enlarged dozens of times after entering. The rockery and pavilions inside became extremely complicated. The lanterns hanging on the corridor seemed to be alive. The maids on the canvas looked at them strangely, which made people feel creepy.

"Those who come uninvited are thieves and should be killed."

Before the two could speak, a row of figures in black servant uniforms suddenly jumped out from the darkness of the corridor next to them. These people were holding blood-red long knives in their hands, and their speed was as fast as lightning. Before the voice fell, they had already reached the middle of the corridor.

Dozens of blood-red long knives chopped down densely like a knife array.

"A petty trick!"

Ding Jian shouted, and a fierce breath burst out of his body. A python shadow tens of meters long appeared beside him, and its thick scales kept turning, blocking the blood-red long knife outside.

After a series of ding-dong sounds, all the blood-red long knives fell into the air.

"Python power."

Ding Jian turned his hand over, his five fingers formed into claws, and grabbed forward fiercely. The body of the python spread out instantly, and its tail swept away all the figures surrounding them like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves. The powerful force smashed all the surrounding corridors and rockery into powder.

The gravel exploded, and the ripples swept back and forth like the tail of a python, splitting a water-like wave vacuum belt around the two people.

The power dissipated, the phantom of the python disappeared, and the scattered power waved like a whirlpool and returned to Ding Jian's body.

Some messy debris were also rolled back. One of the round things rolled from the outside to the inside and hit Ding Jian's calf.

"Puppet?!!"

Looking at the wooden head rolling down to their feet, the two people felt bad at the same time.

When did tomb robbers become so rolled?

Puppets and formations, how can we fight? If you have this strength, why don't you just go to the door to rob? It's not like the matter of losing ancestors can't be discussed.

Similar thoughts popped up in the minds of the two people at the same time. If they had known that the person behind the scenes had such strength, they would definitely not take the initiative to come to the door.

"It seems that I'm in big trouble."

Ding Jian's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Puppet master and formation master, even the ancestor of their Ding family would not dare to provoke such a person casually. The same is true for Yu Wenling next to him. The situation has been out of control since entering the door.

"Leave here first!"

The two people who sensed the danger decisively chose to retreat.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the two looked at the same scene around them, and the cold sweat on their foreheads became more and more obvious. Just now they tried to break the formation with brute force, but failed.

This formation is like a living thing. No matter how many times they destroy it, it will recover quickly. This recovery speed is no longer something that ordinary formation masters can do.

"Senior, we have no ill intentions."

Yu Wenling gave up escaping and said loudly to the surroundings.

She believed that the senior must have heard it, because she herself was also a formation master, although only at the second level, but she knew better than anyone how terrifying the formation master was.

"Did you hurt Lai Shu?"

A voice suddenly sounded. The moment they heard the voice, the expressions of both of them changed. Ding Jian recovered immediately, and a light flashed in his eyes, and he thought of a good idea.

"I can compensate the senior."

"Me too."

Yuwen Ling also reacted.

A master who is proficient in formations and puppets is of infinite value to a family like theirs. In comparison, the "small matter" of the ancestors being dug up can be ignored. As long as the cooperation is good, the subsequent losses can be made up.

Boom! !

Before the two of them could wait for the follow-up response, they suddenly felt a violent bang coming from outside.

Then a turtle with fire all over its body fell from the sky and slammed hard on the formation. The collision exploded with a loud bang, and even illuminated the sky of Xiachuan County. Circles of circular formations lit up from the ground, and complex formation patterns flowed in the golden veins, forming a layered composite formation.

Trapped, killed, illusion, dead, extinct

All the formations that can be thought of appeared outside at this moment. Such a big move shocked Ding Jian and Yu Wenling who were trapped in the formation.

Fourth-level formation.

All fourth-level formations! Under the wrapping of these fourth-level formations, the entire Xiachuan County is like a turtle shell, protected inside, and not affected by the outside world at all.

"So many formations? How many resources does this require?"

"Could it be a secluded Taoist senior."

Both of them are incarnation cultivators who are in charge of a family. Naturally, their vision is not comparable to that of casual cultivators. They can see the cost of the formation outside at a glance.

"After hiding for three years, I finally found you."

One foot stepped on the formation, and the black-clothed Ancient God Sect cultivator looked down with a cold face. This person is the Ancient God Sect's physical cultivator who had recruited people in the market before.

"The little rat who escaped from the Star Gate!" (End of this chapter)