Global Demon Transformation

Chapter 468: strongest brain



In the gloomy sky, purple thunder pythons appeared in the dark clouds, and then came the muffled sound of thunder.

The sea water kept hitting the steep edge, setting off countless white waves. If looming, a secret stone gate appeared in front of him.

"This horrible weather!"

On either side of the small Shimen stood two figures, two first-born aliens with one horns, one young and the other middle-aged.

The young alien was soaked all over, seeing thunder bursts, and it was about to rain torrentially, and couldn't help cursing.

Facing the complaints from his companions, the other alien was expressionless, obviously he was used to it.

"I'm going to eat now."

After a huge wave swooped, the middle-aged alien said.

"Hurry back, I'm hungry too."

The young alien still complained, he just wanted to end this painful work soon.

The middle-aged foreigner ignored it, took out a stone key from his wet clothes, inserted it into the stone door and twisted it slightly, and the heavy stone door slowly opened.

The dim tunnel is very narrow, allowing only two people to enter, and there are seventeen crossings along the way. You will lose your way if you take a wrong crossing, and some have traps, and if you go wrong, it means death.

Therefore, even if they walked hundreds or thousands of times, the middle-aged aliens dare not care.

After walking along the dim tunnel for ten minutes, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he was already in a huge cave.

Rows of bookshelves are placed in the cave, and various books are also listed on the stone walls. It is conservatively estimated that there are tens of thousands of copies.

In the humid air, the smell of books is a bit pungent.

And in the hall, an old man in brocade robe was sitting on a stone chair covered with soft monster fur, flipping through the book in his hand.

The old man was as thin as wood, and his long, messy hair was gray and white, scattered around his head at will. Both hands were covered with earthworm-like blood vessels, and the weather-beaten face was covered with wrinkles, and his body was depressed, and there was not much vitality on his body.

But even so, sitting on the stone chair, he still sat upright, maintaining a scholar's unique demeanor, and a pair of bright eyes with wisdom hidden under his sunken eyes.

In the hall, in addition to the old man, there are eighteen aliens with weapons scattered around. Their task is to guard the old man.

Some people have been guarding for 30 years and have long been accustomed to this kind of work and life.

Although this kind of work is boring, it is also very easy.

Because this place is very secret, built on the edge, ordinary people can't find it at all.

Even if you find it, it is difficult to cross the dangerous sea to come here.

Even if you find it, there are many fork roads here, and one accident is death. No one can come here quietly.

Even if they do come here, they can instantly control and kill the old man.

In the past thirty-seven years, five groups of people came to rescue the old man. Three of them did not even see him. More than half of them were killed or injured and fled directly.

Although the other two groups saw people, they were eventually wiped out.

No one has come to the rescue for 12 years now.

With the sound of footsteps, a figure appeared at a fork in the road, and an alien in a yellow robe appeared in the cave.

There were 21 figures behind him.

These figures have iron chains on their hands and feet. They are all humans, including men, women and children, and even two children aged five or six.

Some of these people's faces were ashen as dead, some were fearful, and their bodies shivered. One of the children cried out because of fear.

The sound of crying echoed in the cave, and it seemed a bit harsh. Many aliens frowned slightly, and their eyes flickered with killing intent.

"To shut up."

Hearing an angry curse, the crying stopped abruptly.

At this time, a young girl squeezed the child's mouth, not daring to let it make a sound.

Along the way, they have seen the cruel methods of alien races and know the consequences of angering them.

The crying disappeared, and the alien man walked towards the old man with two books in his right hand. Amidst the sound of iron hammering, the rest followed him.

When he came to the old man, the foreign race threw the book in front of the old man and said, "This is your human race "Huo Liaoyuan", this is the foreign race's "Tianhuo Jue". The adults said there is something in common, what do you know? It will be done within a week."

Zhou Chengfeng looked at the two paper books in front of him, his eyes were very calm.

He wanted to refuse, but he could not refuse.

If you refuse, these 21 people will be brutally slaughtered.

And is in front of him.

He once refused, ignoring those prayers and screams, but in the end he chose to compromise.

If you fail, or if you exceed time, you will die.

Twenty-one people will die one day more than one day. If the people are gone, there will be new ones who will join until the task is completed.

If he could choose, he would commit suicide without hesitation, but at this time he could not even commit suicide.

Even if he is dead, the other party will give him a new body.

He has seen that kind of method.

Evil and disgusting, so he dare not even commit suicide.

"Honestly, don't find any guilt."

Seeing Zhou Chengfeng remained silent, the alien didn't care, and left a word.

"Go into the iron cage honestly by yourself."

After the alien men left, the 21 human races were driven by two alien races into a five-meter-diameter iron cage, as if they were imprisoned animals.

And this iron cage was ten meters away from the old man.

You can see it by looking up.

In the iron cage, except for the children, the eyes of everyone else were fixed on the old man, with desire and hope in their eyes.

They know that whether they can survive depends on the old man in front of them.

Facing these gazes, Zhou Chengfeng dodged his gaze and sighed slightly.

When is such a day a head?

Over the past thirty-seven years, he has analyzed the exercises and martial arts of hundreds of other races for foreign races. How can this kind of sin be remedied?

He is a sinner!

He didn't know how many human races died because of the techniques he analyzed?

Zhou Chengfeng looked down at his hands. Although they were holding books, they were stained with endless blood.

Over the years, he also analyzed a lot of alien exercises, but he couldn't escape and was of no use at all.

Zhou Chengfeng glanced at the 21 people in the iron cage, his eyes stopped slightly on the two five or six-year-old children.

After a while, he closed his eyes, and the power of his soul shook slightly.

At the next moment, his eyes glowed with endless stars, and a transparent film emerged from his neck, enveloping his brain. The transparent tentacles were connected to Zhou Chengfeng’s head. The tentacles seemed to have What transparent energy entered Zhou Chengfeng's brain.

"Light brain beast!"

Inside the iron cage, a man looked at Zhou Chengfeng and exclaimed.

It turned out to be the third light brain beast on the list of rare and exotic beasts.

Although such a demon spirit has no offensive power, it is more precious than the demon spirit of the ground list.

According to legend, the person who refines the demon spirit will have the world's most powerful brain and terrifyingly high IQ.

At this time they understood why this old man was so valued by the aliens.

Why did the aliens threaten this old man with their lives?

"Stop it, do you know how many people will be killed by your actions? What is the point of doing so for you?"

The man grabbed the iron cage and asked angrily.

He was afraid of death, but he didn't want to live in shame.

As a martial artist, he knew that a wise man who could analyze the techniques was far more terrifying and more harmful than the emperor.

Zhou Chengfeng opened his eyes slightly, the light in his eyes was as real as that, with the assistance of the demon spirit, all the information of the man appeared in his mind.

"Age between 40 and 43 years old, left-handed, sword repair, martial arts strength seventh-grade flying realm, no refining demon spirit..."

Zhou Chengfeng did not refute or explain, but silently endured the middle-aged man's questioning or even abuse.

"Yes, we are dead a hundred, don't do anything for the alien."

"Old man, you live so old, why don't you live enough? Why do you still have a face to live? I really want to throw up your face."

"Shut up, you want to die by yourself, don't pull us!"

"I don't want to die yet, my parents are still waiting for me to go back."

"Aliens can't let us go back easily, just die."

In the face of death, everyone has different thoughts and moods. Some people feel that they are a hundred dead, and some people would rather stay alive.

In the face of prayers and abuse, Zhou Chengfeng acted calmly. He chose to ignore it, and his eyes returned to the exercises. At this time, with the assistance of the super brain, Zhou Chengfeng began to analyze...


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