Chapter 421: Legend of the Demonic Sword (Part 1)

After advancing to a high-level human, Feng Qi gained the ability to convert blood into spiritual power.

The maintenance time of the divine body was thus extended.

However, as a sacrificial line, the total amount of blood in the body is far from comparable to that of the main timeline. Compared with the initial 30 seconds, his divine body only lasted for more than 10 seconds.

When the divine body was on the verge of collapse, Feng Qi was surprised to find that a blue light was oozing out of the main body of the mist.

This was obviously because the Lord of the Mist activated the miracle will in his body when resisting the control of the magic sword.

With the addition of the miracle power, he was relieved immediately.

Next, we only need to give the Lord of the Mist time. His will to resist will continue to strengthen the power of the miracle will, making the magic sword gradually weaker.

Although the magic sword is strong, it is a mortal after all. How can it be compared with a miracle item.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Feng Qi's face.

Maybe this time the old mist can get a blessing in disguise and get a powerful weapon.

Looking at the Lord of Mist who was still struggling, the black mist was slowly shrinking under the suppression of the blue light, and the black mist seeping out of the magic knife was reduced.

It can be seen that the magic knife was very resistant to the blue light and kept buzzing.

This weapon reminded Feng Qi of Lu Yue's Jianlan. This type of weapon seemed to have a consciousness inside.

Compared with Lu Yue's Jianlan, this magic knife was even more outrageous.

Jianlan still needed Lu Yue's control and could not choose what to do independently, but the magic knife could not only control what it did independently, but also devour the consciousness of life and turn life into its own flesh and blood slave.

The contest between the miracle will and the magic knife continued.

As the Lord of Mist's will became stronger during the resistance, the disadvantage of the magic knife became more and more obvious.

At this time, the Lord of Mist's appearance also changed.

The black fog covered his body to form a set of black armor, with blood-colored patterns on the surface of the armor, and only his eyes with purple light were revealed, which looked extremely domineering.

The tip of the sword in his hand spewed black mist with the Lord of Mist's breath, and the sharp air rushed into the sky.

A low roar came out of the Lord of Mist's throat, and the Lord of Mist slowly raised the black sword in his hand.

The magic sword seemed unwilling to submit to the Lord of Mist, and trembled in resistance. At

this time, the Lord of Mist suddenly swung a sword towards the distance.

In an instant, a shadow of a magic sword with blood-colored patterns appeared in the sky.

The shadow flashed, and then the ground shook. Feng Qi turned his head and found that a gully over a hundred meters long and tens of meters deep appeared in the direction where the magic sword was swung.

Seeing the power of the magic sword, Feng Qi's eyes showed a hint of expectation.

He didn't know whether this magic sword was the magic sword that would compete with the peak Lord of Mist in the future, but if it was, it proved that the potential of this magic sword had not been tapped at all.

The peak Lord of Mist could kill the God Lord who controlled the miracle item, but the magic sword could fight against the Lord of Mist and only fell slightly.

If the two magic swords are really the same, maybe this magic sword is the miracle item.

Feng Qi released his divine body ahead of time, and suddenly a strong sense of weakness came over him.

Although his mental power had not been exhausted, he still felt a strong sense of backlash and dizziness.

He was not surprised by this.

After all, he was just a sacrifice line, and it was impossible for him to have a strong physique like the main timeline to digest the backlash power.

Opening the divine body even caused serious trauma to his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

But Feng Qi didn't care at all. For the sacrifice line, getting hurt was a common occurrence.

No matter what talent he used in the main timeline, it would bring him certain sequelae.

But he never lived to the moment when the sequelae broke out, and he left this beautiful world ahead of time.

After a short observation of the state of his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, Feng Qi recovered his consciousness and cast his eyes on the Lord of Mist.

The resistance of the magic knife continued.

But under the suppression of the miracle will, the magic knife trembled and seemed very weak.

At this moment, Feng Qi suddenly saw the black mist seeping out of the magic knife condensed into a blurred face.

It was like a dying human being, greedily breathing the outside air with the remaining vitality.

Realizing that the consciousness in the magic knife was on the verge of extinction, Feng Qi suddenly became curious.

His consciousness sank into the spiritual sea of ​​consciousness at this moment, and entered the spiritual sea of ​​consciousness of the main timeline through the spiritual medium, and tried to touch the innate ability "nightmare".

Suddenly, the nightmare innate bead shone.

Coming back to his senses, Feng Qi looked at the blurred face that appeared on the magic knife again.

The nightmare ability can read the opponent's memory fragments when life is dying.

He wanted to try whether he could read the memory fragments of the magic knife.

While waiting, nothing happened.

Feng Qi boldly approached the Lord of the Mist two steps.

However, nothing happened.

Perhaps the physique of the sacrifice line cannot use the nightmare ability, or perhaps the magic knife is different from flesh and blood creatures such as Mu Qing and Le Ping'an, so it cannot read the memory fragments.

But just when Feng Qi was about to give up, countless information quickly flooded into his mind.

A large number of memory fragments were pieced together into pictures, instantly putting him into a different world.

…

"Sister, how do I practice swordplay?"

"Sister, is my talent really that bad?"

"Sister, I also want to practice swordplay with you and get the attention of the tribe."

At the beginning of the picture, a handsome boy about six or seven years old sat on the steps, looking at a figure not far away, his eyes full of envy.

Not far away, stood a woman with a slender figure and a beautiful face.

She held a black sword in her hand, wearing a white training suit, and her long hair was gently tied up with a silver ribbon and coiled behind her head. The sword in her hand kept slashing at the "sword testing stake" in front of her with the rhythm of her breathing.

After a long time, the girl stopped practicing and turned to walk towards the boy.

"Sister." The boy stood up immediately, with a hint of expectation on his face.

"No practice." The girl said without hesitation, and walked up the steps.

"Lululu."

The boy seemed to have expected such a result, and immediately made a face at his sister's back.

When his sister turned around, the boy decisively restrained his expression and put on a well-behaved look.

"Chaotian, I will punish you to recite ten lessons tonight."

"Old woman, I will beat you until you cry when I grow up."

"If you dare not recite, I will beat you now."

While playing, the brother and sister walked along the steps to a hall on the mountainside.

In front of the hall was a square, and many figures holding knives were sparring with each other. Seeing the woman coming, they put away their weapons and saluted the woman respectfully.

The woman nodded gracefully and led her brother into the hall.

On both sides of the hall, books made of unknown animal skins were neatly placed. In the center of the hall stood three statues, with three different-shaped swords placed in front of them.

The woman came to the place where the books were placed on the left, picked up a book, and began to read it carefully.

The boy next to him pouted when he saw this.

The woman looked at the boy at this time and said earnestly:

"The knife is a weapon. Your body has not yet fully developed. You can't bear the knife energy entering your body. Wait until you grow up."

"Yes, yes, the old woman is right." The boy muttered impatiently.

Looking at his sister who no longer paid attention to him and began to read the books carefully, the boy secretly swore in his heart that he would become a knife master respected by the tribe like his sister in the future.

Time flies, and time flies like an arrow.

The boy finally waited for the 16-year-old coming-of-age ceremony.

On this day, the mountain in the tribe was decorated with lights and colors, and a knife-granting ceremony for the new generation was being held.

Chaotian and hundreds of other boys of the same age were awarded knife symbols in the square on the mountainside, proving that they had reached adulthood. From then on, they could practice the knife canon of the tribe and become preparatory knife masters.

After the ceremony, Chaotian followed the tribe leader to the knife tomb on the top of the mountain.

There are all kinds of knives inserted here. Even if you stand far away, you can still feel the sharp knife aura.

Many of these knives have been rusted by wind and rain, full of traces of time, and even broken in half.

Most of the "knives" here are left by predecessors.

The knife contains a trace of the knife intention of the predecessors.

In the second stage of the ceremony, you need to choose your own natal knife in the knife tomb.

It is more accurate to say that you are being chosen.

Most of the knives in the knife tomb have spirituality, and the knife intention retained inside can sense whether the selector is their match.

If they are recognized by the ancestral knife, they will skip the step of forging the knife and directly obtain their own natal knife.

Compared with reforging, it is obviously easier to obtain directly.

After all, the knives here have been nurtured by the ancestors, and even experienced several generations of masters. They are no longer ordinary things.

Chaotian, like his peers, stepped into the knife tomb with full expectations.

It was here that his sister got the "Tian Tu", one of the three famous knives in the knife tomb, and he also hoped that he could become a selected talent like his sister.

As soon as the selection began, the ground of the knife tomb began to tremble.

More than ten knives trembled and rose from the ground, flying into the hands of different figures.

The surface of the knives that had been silent for a long time was shining, and the rust fell off. The young men who were recognized showed surprise.

Seeing this scene, Chaotian was extremely envious.

As time passed, he wandered in the knife tomb, trying to find his own natal knife.

But the cruel reality hit him.

Until the end of the second round of the ceremony, he did not get his own natal knife.

After the knife ceremony, Chaotian returned home and felt sad. He could not accept that his talent was not recognized by the ancestral knife.

In the face of his parents' comfort, Chaotian forced a smile and said that even if he could not get the recognition of the ancestral knife, it would not matter. He wanted to practice a natal knife of his own.

But that night, Chaotian came to the knife tomb alone.

Standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the surging sea of ​​clouds under the moonlight, his heart was full of frustration.

At this moment, a beautiful figure appeared beside her.

"Brat, it's just that you didn't get the ancestral sword, is there any need to be so depressed?"

Chaotian didn't turn his head, looking at the surging sea of ​​clouds and said helplessly:

"Old woman, you got the Tiantu, one of the three famous swords, but as your brother, I have nothing."

"So the gap is too big in your heart and you can't accept it?"

"You have to accept it whether you want to or not. Tomorrow I will go to the foundry building and ask Uncle Lie to make a special sword for me. In the future, I will personally train it into my life-long sword, or even a divine weapon comparable to the three famous swords."

Hearing this, a sweet smile appeared on the woman's cold face:

"Well done, you are worthy of being my brother. You didn't let me down. I thought you were going to be devastated. I am optimistic about your future." "

You don't need to look at me with suspicion. The day I become strong enough, I will beat you to tears and let you bully me from childhood."

As he said that, Chaotian made a sword-drawing gesture towards the sea of ​​clouds in front of him.

"Then you have to work hard, my strength is improving very fast."

"That day will not be far away..."

...

In the following days, Chaotian went to the forging building to forge his own sword.

He named it "Chasing God".

In Chaotian's heart, his sister is always a god.

She has a talent beyond ordinary people since she was a child. During the coming-of-age ceremony, the famous sword took the initiative to approach and recognize her, and became its new owner.

But Chaotian did not give in.

He also wanted to be a genius respected by the tribe like his sister.

In order to catch up with his sister's growth, Chaotian worked hard day after day.

The knives holding the knives cracked and healed, and the knife's power gradually gathered in his heart. He relied on his own efforts and hard work to surpass his peers one after another.

But the gap with his sister did not narrow with his efforts.

He witnessed his sister's rise with his own

eyes, from the strongest among her peers to defeating the elders of the tribe one after another, and becoming a prodigy with high hopes from the whole tribe. Chaotian saw his sister's growth and was happy in his heart.

His sister is his goal, but more importantly, his relative, and the eternal pride in his heart.

Catching up with his sister is his choice, but he hopes that his sister can go higher and further.

On this day, the knife clan and the sword clan held a competition.

Chaotian followed his sister to fight.

The competition was held in the sword clan's training square.

This was Chaotian's first time to come to the sword clan's clan.

But he already knew about the sword clan.

The sword clan is a racial force in the mountains next to the knife clan. The genealogy of the two clans can prove that the two clans once originated from the same lineage.

At that time, it was not called the Sword Clan or the Knife Clan, but the Weapon Clan.

At that time, the Weapon Clan was a well-deserved strong clan, with a territory spanning three small worlds. There were twelve veins in the clan, each cultivating different weapons and weapon potentials. The Knife Clan and the Sword Clan were the two strongest branches of the twelve veins, and the position of the clan leader was basically alternately held by the leaders of the Sword Clan and the Knife Clan.

History books record the glorious period of the Weapon Clan.

But the prosperity of the Weapon Clan lasted less than a thousand years before it met its end.

According to the description in the history books, foreign slaves who wanted to resist the rule appeared in the resource mine of the clan land of the Weapon Clan.

The Weapon Clan, who learned of this news, did not take it seriously, but only sent a team to suppress it.

The result was very unexpected. The slaves who they thought could be suppressed at will suddenly possessed powerful strength and sucked the blood of the members of the team sent.

The Axe Clan, who was responsible for managing the resource land at that time, did not report the matter, thinking that the situation was completely controllable. The elders of the Axe Clan at that time decided to deal with the matter personally.

The elders of the Axe Clan took action and quickly suppressed the riot in the resource land.

But no one had expected that this riot would become the fuse of the destruction of the Weapon Sect.

The slave who started the riot was not dead, but was injured and fled. In the future, he would often come to this resource area to hunt members of the Axe Sect.

The Axe Sect members killed by him would be drained of blood and die.

The strength of the rioting slaves grew rapidly during this period.

Within a year, the elder of the Axe Sect who could easily defeat the rioting slaves also died in his hands.

When the Axe Sect realized that the situation was out of control, it was already powerless to save the situation.

The slave who could easily suppress it at the beginning had become a force to be reckoned with.

In the next few decades, ten of the twelve veins of the Weapon Sect were destroyed in the war with the rioting slaves, and the Sword Sect and the Knife Sect also suffered heavy losses.

In the end, facing an irreversible situation, the Sword Sect and the Knife Sect chose to completely abandon the foundation laid by their ancestors and escape to other small worlds.

Thus, a generation of the Weapon Sect Dynasty came to an end.

The tide of the times took away the former king, and the little slave in the mine who was once insignificant in the eyes of the weapon master established his own dynasty and became the king who led the new era of the small world.

Therefore, the sword clan and the knife clan can get along relatively harmoniously.

After all, their ancestors came from the same lineage, and they have the same language and cultural heritage.

In this competition, Chaotian knew that he was not the protagonist.

But he was full of expectations for his sister's performance.

...

The memory picture became intermittent here.

Coming back to his senses, Fengqi looked up at the Lord of the Mist who was still struggling.

The perspective of this picture was confusing, and he didn't know why the magic knife had such a memory.

With doubts, he took a few steps forward and closed the distance with the magic knife.

At this time, the consciousness in the magic knife was on the verge of collapse under the suppression of the miracle will.

When Fengqi approached, new memory fragments came one after another, and they were reassembled into new pictures in his mind...

Tomorrow will be updated.

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