Chapter 327 Harvest and Dragon Tomb

Twenty years later.

winter.

Heavy snow.

The north wind was howling outside the window, and snowflakes were swirling in the air.

There was a fire burning in the stove in the house, and the wood made a crackling sound in the stove. Ao Ye was lying on the hospital bed. His splendid life had finally come to an end. After many ups and downs in his life, he finally kept his true heart.

He has not forgotten his original dream.

Be yourself all your life.

Feeling the passing of life, he vaguely seemed to see a few familiar figures.

There is a teacher, there is Your Majesty, and there is an elder brother.

They stood in the heavy snow, smiling and waving to themselves.

'coming? Just waiting for you. ’

Hearing the sound, a smile appeared on the corner of Ao Ye's mouth, and it passed away.

Tiannan domain.

The national master was dressed in black and luxurious clothes. After entering the territory of the thousand-year-old country, everyone who saw him would kneel down and worship him, even the royal family was no exception. He was like the sky of this land, and Master Wuwei followed behind him, gaining a deeper understanding of the power of this centipede spirit.

"Many people in the world have a foolish view of our thousand-year-old country and regard me as a monster. I think this understanding is biased."

The national master walked in front, with black hair shawl, and a calm expression, just like a Taoist master, with a peaceful aura. In his body, Wuwei master did not sense any evil spirit.

This is the scariest thing.

The monster who cannot detect the evil spirit is the real great monster.

"What practitioners strive for is just one life span. As long as they can become immortals, all 'processes' can be the right path. Do you think so, fellow Taoists?"

The Imperial Master chatted casually, and Master Wuwei followed him as if he were an old friend.

Not long ago, the national master who sensed Xue Ning's death personally went to the Seven Kingdoms.

The Seventh Ancestor of Qionghua has a plan for the ‘One Hundred and Eight Peaks’, and the Thousand-Year Centipede Spirit naturally has his plans as well.

He is taking a road that no one has gone before, and for this road, he has cooperated with the Ghost Temple and Wanyao Mountain.

Xue Ning was the chess piece he laid out.

The painting on Xue Ning's body was brought by the Imperial Master from the upper world and has an extraordinary origin.

Xue Ning stole the scroll, took refuge in a ghost temple and became a ghost cultivator, and even later planned the "Nascent Soul Foundation". All these were seen by the national master, and he did not stop him. Just letting her develop, he was trying a special path to becoming a god. As long as Xue Ning could succeed, it meant that his path to becoming a god was feasible.

It's a pity that no one expected that Xue Ning, who was developing well in the Seven Kingdoms region, suddenly died and the scroll on her body was also lost. Although the scroll was of no use to the Imperial Master, he was still prepared to get it back as part of his plan.

The person who killed Xue Ning was surrounded by sword aura. It was the aura of the seven sword madmen of the Qionghua Sect that he hated most.

In order to avoid long nights and endless dreams, he took a trip in person. He didn't expect that the murderer would not be caught this time, but he encountered a talent who could absorb the broken body of the ancestor of the inner demon. Compared with Xue Ning, this person is the most suitable chess piece, so he invited Master Wuwei to join the thousand-year-old country.

"Is the path taken by the Imperial Master the right path to becoming an immortal?"

Master Wuwei suddenly asked.

In the entire Tiannan Territory, no one dares to say that they are on the right path of cultivation. In this world, the strongest person is only Yuanying, and no one has figured out the way to become a god so far. The ancestors of the four immortal sects who stand at the top of the Tiannan Territory are just Nascent Souls. This group of people are all looking for their own 'method of transforming into gods'.

"I don't know if I can become an immortal, but before I transform into a god, I am definitely on the right path."

As he spoke, the Imperial Master led Master Wuwei to the palace.

This was originally the place where the emperor of a thousand-year-old country lived, and now it has become his training ground. All the people inside and outside the palace, except for his disciples, were only dead creatures parasitized by insects. The entire country reveals an evil nature from the inside out.

"I have touched the threshold of becoming a god."

After passing through the palace gate, the two walked all the way to the innermost palace.

"National Division."

"Master."

On the way, Master Wuwei saw the three princes and the emperor of the thousand-year-old country. The four of them stood respectfully at the door to greet the imperial master. The previous Sangong was killed by Gu He, the Taixu ancestor of the Qionghua sect. These three are the new ones, and each of them has the strength of forming a pill. In ordinary medium-sized sects, they can be considered top experts, but at the level of the four major immortal sects, the three of them are still a little behind.

"Is everything ready?"

"Already brought it."

The three of them raised their heads cautiously and looked at Master Wuwei behind the Imperial Master.

There was a trace of unwillingness in the emperor's eyes, and Wuwei Zhenren saw an emotion called 'jealousy' in his eyes.

This opportunity was originally his!

The stone door opened.

The pungent smell of blood hit his face, Wuwei's pupils shrank, and he saw the scene indoors

The inner courtyard of Shuifu.

The Xue Dao Jie Xiu who was lying on the ground opened his eyes. He glanced around blankly. The influence caused by the demon calamity dissipated little by little, and he recalled where he was now. He and a group of robbery cultivators sneaked into Shuifu Mansion, preparing to loot the treasure house of Shuifu Mansion, and then met Madam Hong. The woman wanted to take the blame on their brother. Afterwards, the two sides fought, and at the critical moment, a real Jiedan appeared among the accomplices.

Then

Thinking of this, Xue Dao Jie Xiu immediately got up and looked around cautiously.

The ground was filled with people lying in various shapes.

"woke up?"

Chen Luo's indifferent voice sounded, and he held four black stones in his palm. Three of them were relatively small, and the remaining one was particularly eye-catching, black and purple. Even the Blood Blade Tribulation Cultivator who did not understand the Heart Demon Art could see the extraordinaryness of this stone.

"Senior."

The Blood Blade Tribulation Cultivator said cautiously. He didn't want to run away now. He had just seen the methods of the senior in front of him. Their hidden abilities were like a child's joke in the eyes of this senior.

While he was talking, several people beside him opened their eyes one after another.

These three people were Madam Hong, Zuo Qiulong and Ao Ye.

Looking at these people, a trace of memory flashed in the eyes of the Blood Blade Tribulation Cultivator, but the details were not clear. After all, the Heart Demon Tribulation was just someone else's "tribulation". For the Blood Blade Cultivator, this feeling was like a dream, a dream of someone else. It is difficult for cultivators who have not practiced the Heart Demon Art to remember too many things in the "tribulation" before forming a pill.

Crossing other people's tribulations.

Dangerous, but not much gain.

The few people who woke up were confused at first, and then they saw Chen Luo in the field. Several people stood aside honestly, and Madam Hong also became very obedient. The experience in the robbery made her a little dazed, and she vaguely remembered that the "senior" in front of her seemed to be her relative.

After waiting for a while, several people gradually realized that something was wrong.

They found that except for a few of them, everyone else had fallen to the ground, including the shrimp soldiers who were surrounded outside, and all the monks in the range, all of them were dead. The breath faded, and the body gradually became cold and hard.

All dead?

This scene made the three people shudder, because they couldn't understand how these people died. Even if they were killed by magical powers or killed by magic weapons, it would be easier to accept than this scene. How should they deal with this silent death if it falls on themselves? The three people thought for a long time, but they couldn't think of a way to deal with it, which made Chen Luo more mysterious in their eyes.

"Teacher."

Ao Ye also woke up completely. He stood respectfully beside Chen Luo, hugging his thighs.

The three foundation-building cultivators' eyes twitched when they saw this scene.

They didn't expect that this child would be so smart and hugged his thighs tightly.

"Four brains, not bad."

Chen Luo put the harvest this time into his sleeves, ready to go to another place to digest it after the matter here was settled.

A powerful breath was approaching rapidly, and the powerful demonic aura was not hidden at all. He could sense it from such a long distance.

It was the Black Horn King.

The black fish spirit that turned into a dragon is coming back!

"Take me to the dragon tomb you mentioned."

The time consumed by the inner demon tribulation was not much. Before the Black Horn King came back, Chen Luo planned to go to the dragon tomb below to see if he could find two useful brains. The tribulation cultivators who died in the field could not be wasted. Chen Luo walked over and touched everyone's heads, and more than ten high-completeness brains were collected.

With the improvement of cultivation, Chen Luo gradually discovered the difference between high and low brain completeness.

The learning ability of brains with high integrity is very strong. With Chen Luo's permission, their learning ability will far exceed that of brains with low integrity. Except for the special brains such as the mummy brain and the Heart Demon Ancestor, brains with less than 30% only retain some of their instincts before death, and their learning ability is far inferior to that of brains with high integrity of the same level.

In simple terms, it is growth.

Brains with high integrity can grow, and brains with low integrity will remain the same as they were when they were picked up.

"Dragon Tomb?"

Madam Hong's face changed.

That place is the lifeblood of the Black Horn King, far from being comparable to a treasure house. If outsiders are allowed to enter, none of them will survive.

"Yes."

Ao Ye doesn't care about these, he has already made up his mind to hold Chen Luo's thigh.

The experience in the Heart Demon Tribulation made him believe in Chen Luo more and more. Ordinary people are different from cultivators. Madam Hong and others can still distinguish the difference between the Heart Demon Tribulation and reality, but Ao Ye is different. Compared with his pale and monotonous life, the experience in the Heart Demon Tribulation is more "real". Even if he only remembers a few fragments, he will firmly believe in this feeling, and even mistakenly regard these fragments as memories of his "previous life".

"Wait."

Mrs. Hong subconsciously opened her mouth to stop him, but she suddenly came to her senses halfway through her words.

The Black Horn King would kill people, and the man in front of her was not a kind person. Looking at the corpses on the ground, she quickly swallowed the words she had not finished. No matter how dangerous the Black Horn King was, that would be a matter for the future. The most urgent thing now was to keep herself alive.

With Ao Ye's guidance, the few people quickly found the Dragon Tomb.

In an inconspicuous well.

The well in the Water Palace looked abnormal no matter how you looked at it.

This was Ao Ye's first time here. This place was told to him by her mother before she died. He originally wanted to find an opportunity to sneak in and see if he could obtain the secret technique of dragon transformation. Now he took out this secret and gave it to Chen Luo as a "teacher's gift".

Chen Luo reached out and touched it, and a layer of light blue light appeared on it.

Formation?

‘At least level 4.’

The brain of the hanged man gave a response.

The fourth-level formation corresponds to the Nascent Soul level, which is a bit beyond the scope for Chen Luo. The formation master with the strongest brain he currently controls is Brother Shanghang. A peak second-level formation master, he has been supplementing the knowledge related to the third-level formation over the years, but Brother Shanghang's brain still has not been successfully promoted. It can only be considered that he has accumulated more knowledge. There is still a long way to go before he can become a formal third-level formation master. Unlike alchemy, Chen Luo himself has not studied the formation. If he wants to take the initiative to study the fourth-level formation, it is definitely not enough to cram at the last minute.

Breaking in by force is not an option.

Once trapped, when the Black Horn King comes back, it will be really troublesome.