The memory images surging in his mind let Feng Qi understand the life of Mo Dao.

When he came back to his senses, he only felt a splitting headache.

Although what he saw was only the fragments of the memory screen of the magic knife, many fragments flickered, and he did not watch them all at a glance.

But the huge memory still brought him pain.

This feeling is even stronger than when reading the memory of the sacrifice line.

He couldn't help crying out in pain, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his red eyes were bloodshot.

Feng Qi felt that his head was about to explode in pain.

He closed his eyes at this point.

The memory of the magic knife was still flashing in his mind, and he couldn't tell who he was for a while.

What made Feng Qi even more unbelievable was that a saber intent gradually grew in his heart.

Through the memory screen, he witnessed the growth of the magic knife with his own eyes.

I also saw the process of cultivating a new owner of the magic knife. These memory images imperceptibly infiltrated "Nightmare"'s heart when he read the memory, allowing him to unknowingly see a trace of the sword's intention.

When the flame of the saber was ignited in his heart, Feng Qi opened his eyes.

A cold light suddenly flashed in the red eyes, and the ground where the line of sight pointed was dusty, and a pit appeared.

Feeling unbelievable, Feng Qi closed his eyes again.

The mental pain made his body tremble uncontrollably, and the sweat kept flowing down, wet the ground.

This memory is too long, even if it is only fragments of incomplete memory, it is still difficult for him to digest.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered what "Mo" said to Ling Zhan back then.

Mo Zeng said that he didn't dare to read the memories of those ancient powerhouses, as their long memories might blow up his avatar.

It can be seen how terrifying it is to read memory.

Reading the memory fragments of the magic knife, although not as strong a sense of substitution as the sacrifice line, is far stronger than watching a movie. He is like a follower who has witnessed the growth of the magic knife. .

He could even clearly feel Chaotian's silent sadness and crying when his sister passed away.

Later, Chaotian cultivated countless strong men, and he could also clearly feel that Chaotian had given his affection at the beginning, and then gradually closed his heart later, turning into a real magic knife that only wanted to "kill gods".

During this journey of inner growth, he is the accompanying witness.

When the magic knife crushed "Ji", the crazy laughter of the magic knife was still echoing in his mind, and at that time, a hearty sense of victory also rose in his heart.

It was precisely because of such a strong sense of substitution that he couldn't tell the memory picture from the reality when he came back to his senses.

While panting, Feng Qi's mental power was almost exhausted.

Feeling dizzy, I opened my eyes and found that the world was spinning, and the scene in front of me had double images.

But he resisted the physical and mental discomfort, and looked up at the Mist Lord.

At this time, the spiritual contest between the Lord of the Mist and the Demon Saber is still going on.

By memorizing the content of the screen, Feng Qi can now be sure that the magic knife at this time is not at his strongest at all.

Even if it is far from being able to compare with the magic knife that can compete with the peak mist lord after 1500 years.

But the current magic knife is really terrible.

If it wasn't for the flesh and blood slaves of the magic knife to be broken due to the suppression of the world's rules, even if the serious injury has not healed, the magic knife still has the ability to kill the master of the mist and him.

It can be seen that the Mist Lord now has an absolute advantage.

The blue light oozing from the body surface has already suppressed the black mist from the magic knife, and the trembling of the magic knife has become weaker and weaker.

But for some reason, Feng Qi can clearly feel that the magic knife has not given up.

He is very familiar with that strong and sharp air.

Unyielding, uncompromising, and the obsession to kill God is breaking out in depression.

Just as Feng Qi guessed, the inward consciousness of the magic knife is accumulating strength.

"It's... another miracle... I won't lose!"

Intermittent voices sounded in Feng Qi's mind, and he heard the inner cry of Mo Dao.

At this moment, the saber energy soared into the sky, stirring up the clouds above, and finally splitting the clouds in two and pushing them away.

"What about a miracle... I can also... kill you!"

The trembling of the magic knife became violent at this moment, while the power of Miracle Will suppressed the magic knife, it also stimulated the upward movement inside the magic knife.

They are also things, and miracles are gods beyond the mundane.

And the obsession of the magic knife is to slay gods with mortal bodies, and the sword energy burst out instantly, pushing Fengqi away.

The Lord of Mist, who was wearing a jet-black armor, squatted slightly, posing in the posture of drawing his sword, and his aura rose steadily.

Fengqi is very familiar with this move.

Daoba style three: cracking the sky.

The purple in the eyes of the Mist Lord was gradually covered by black, and then his right arm suddenly turned into an afterimage and swung a knife forward.

Click!

Like rolling thunder rumbled, a pitch-black lightning tore through the sky and soared into the sky, smashing into the sky, tearing a huge crack in space.

After a short period of silence, a strong wind swept down from the sky, causing the space formation to become chaotic, and rubble within a few kilometers flew across.

This blow seemed to be slashing towards the sky, but it was actually a challenge from the magic knife to the invisible "god".

Looking at the Lord of the Mist who was posing with a knife, Feng Qi thought of the challenge of the magic knife.

At this moment, the magic knife obviously regarded the miraculous will in the main body of the mist as a new whetstone, and challenged it.

The power of the magic knife has been significantly improved at this moment.

At this moment, the Mist Lord suddenly spoke:

"The body is the blade, the heart is the sheath...Happy today, beheading the gods!"

After the words fell, the Lord of Mist spread his legs, squatted slightly and placed the magic knife on the left side.

The aura of the Mist Lord began to rise again.

The sharp knife gas turned into a gust of wind and blew around, Feng Qi could only keep backing away to avoid the intensive knife gas attack.

Under Feng Qi's watchful eyes, the Mist Lord maintained the posture of drawing his sword, but the black mist on his body began to rise, and gradually became evenly matched with Lan Guang.

The black mist surged forward at this moment, gathering into a human figure holding a knife.

The black mist figure turned his back on the Lord of the Mist, holding a Taidao that was billowing black smoke, and looked ahead.

At this time, the black shadow moved, and it was slowly swinging the knife.

There is no soaring saber momentum, let alone the appearance of the saber aura. The black mist figure holding the saber seems to be practicing the saber in slow motion, waving stroke by stroke.

As time passed, the black shadow swung the knife faster and faster, and gradually the knife aura emerged.

The black shadow seemed to be fighting an invisible enemy, swinging the knife more fiercely, and a terrifying murderous aura rose to the sky.

The blue light emerging from the surface of the main body of the mist was gradually suppressed with the movement of the black shadow holding the knife, and it turned out to be at a disadvantage.

Seeing this scene, Feng Qi was stunned.

It is unbelievable that the magic knife actually suppressed the miracle item.

Just when Feng Qi had a bad feeling, the blue light on the main body of the mist rose sharply.

"The unresurrected people... I will never lose!"

The obsession of the Mist Lord is also awakened at this moment, and under the influence of his will, the efficacy of the Miracle Will skyrockets at the same time.

The blue light intertwined with the black mist, the left eye of the Mist Lord turned purple, and the right eye turned black.

Two forces competed for the body of the Mist Lord.

boom!

The ground was the first to be unable to support the interweaving of the forces of the two parties, and was instantly covered with cracks, spreading rapidly outwards with the Mist Lord as the center.

Feng Qi and the other onlookers immediately chose to retreat.

"cut!"

The Master of Mist shouted softly.

In an instant, the Taidao in the hands of the black shadow in front of him turned into countless afterimages.

Even the sun in the sky was covered by black sword shadows covering the sky and the sun, and the criss-crossing sword shadows seemed to divide the world into countless pieces.

Even though they have retreated a long way, Feng Qi and other personnel involved in building the space plan are still affected and can only continue to retreat.

Click!

The sound of space shattering sounded one after another, Feng Qi looked up, and was horrified to find that space countercurrent vortices emerged in the sky, pulling the world, as if the whole world was about to collapse.

After swinging this blow, the power of the magic knife skyrocketed, further suppressing the blue light released by Miracle Will.

But this disadvantage only lasted for a few seconds before being reversed by the Mist Lord.

At this moment, the Mist Lord's aura surged.

"I am... the head of the mist clan!"

Amidst the low roar, the Mist Lord slowly stood up straight, facing the gust of wind.

His will drove the will of miracles, which multiplied the power of the wills of miracles, instantly suppressing the black mist, and the magic knife began to tremble again.

After all, nothing can compete with the will of miracles.

Facing overwhelming oppression, Feng Qi was not happy.

He once again sensed the "unyielding will" of the magic knife soaring into the sky.

Under his gaze, the black mist figure transformed in front of the Mist Lord began to solidify.

This time, the figure of Hei Mist holding a knife was no longer reproduced as the master of the Mist, but turned into a figure of a woman.

Feng Qi was very familiar with this figure.

It is the true master of the magic knife and the only obsession in Chaotian's heart.

Chaoxuan, the strongest genius of the sword clan ever.

Chaoxuan's figure stood there, although she didn't move, the power of the magic knife began to rise rapidly.

At this time, the magic knife used the miraculous will in the main body of the mist as a whetstone.

The stronger the whetstone, the sharper the knife will be.

Looking at Chaoxuan formed by the converging black mist, countless memory images vaguely appeared in Feng Qi's mind.

"Old woman, even if I become a knife, I will walk with you."

"Sister, this is the agreement between us, even if the enemy is a god, you and I can kill the god!"

…

boom!

The momentum of the magic knife skyrocketed at this moment.

Cut the sky! Cut the ground! Kill God!

The imprint of the strongest three-way sword technique that the magic knife realized in the challenge of ascension to the gods emerged on the surface of the magic knife.

Under the suppression of the miracle will, the power of the magic knife began to gradually increase, and the sharper it became, the sharper it became.

The disadvantages eventually leveled out again.

The left eye is purple and the right eye is black. The Misty Lord and the Demon Saber each occupy half of the body, and the fierce confrontation has not stopped.

Even though it was far away, Feng Qi still felt terrified.

How strong the Mist Lord's obsession with the resurrected people is, he knows how to get along with multiple timelines.

By reading the memory screen, he also knew how much the magic knife longed for "Slaying God".

Miraculous will made the Lord of Mist stronger, but it also aroused the unyielding will in the heart of the magic knife.

Every time the power of Miracle Will is stronger, the magic knife will be strengthened by one point.

This is the horror of the magic knife ascension to the gods challenge.

The enemy is the whetstone.

It is not clear how strong the magic sword will be in the future.

But only looking at the future dream of a timeline, the magic knife was able to fight against the master of the mist at its peak, which shows that the magic knife at that time had already had a powerful strength that was not weaker than a miracle item.

It's no wonder that Magic Knife has to look around for qualified opponents to challenge.

The ultimate goal of the God Ascension Challenge is not to become a god, but to become a godslayer.

Feng Qi was completely shocked by the magic knife.

The future potential of this magic knife is unimaginable.

boom!

At this moment, a loud noise pulled Feng Qi back from his thoughts.

Looking up, Chaoxuan's figure slowly raised the sword in his hand and stood in front of his chest.

At this moment, Feng Qi vaguely saw the familiar memory picture.

That was the first time Chaoxuan taught Chaotian how to practice swords.

"Brother, this trick is good."

Memories and reality overlap, and Chaoxuan also swung a simple and unpretentious knife at this time.

The phantom of the magic knife condensed in the sky in an instant, followed by slashing forward.

Feng Qi looked in the direction where the magic knife was swaying, and found that a small mountain to the east was actually divided into two, and then the sound of the mountain crumbling came to his ears.

boom!

It was as if the sky was falling apart, and the ground trembled uncontrollably.

After this blow, the power of the magic knife increased accordingly.

But the Mist Lord also did not give in, and under the influence of his will, the disadvantage was quickly reversed.

This invisible battle is not only a confrontation between Miracle Will and Magic Blade, but also a confrontation between the Mist Lord and Chaotian.

On the last line of the future, the confrontation between the two will be in the future world 1500 years later.

But this future line, this battle has come ahead of schedule.

The same thing is that they are in a stalemate again in this battle, and no one has an absolute advantage.

It was like a battle of fate, or a repeat of history.

As the battle escalated, the Mist Lord's body obviously couldn't bear it anymore, and cracks appeared on the surface of his body.

When the body of the Mist Lord was on the verge of collapse, Feng Qi was in a hurry.

If the battle continued, even if the Mist Lord could win, he would still die.

Just when Feng Qi wanted to forcibly open the divine body again, intervening in the battle at the risk of death, an accident happened.

I saw that the magic knife suddenly broke away from the right hand of the Lord of the Mist and flew into the hand of the figure in front of him.

She looked back at the Mist Lord at this moment.

The Lord of Mist also came back to his senses at this time, without the control of the magic knife, his eyes returned to normal.

Neither of them spoke, just looked at each other.

At this moment, the magic knife trembled, and the black mist figure slowly said:

"You are qualified to be my whetstone, I will remember you, leave your name, and fight again in the future."

"Misty."

"I remember, I hope you don't fall on the road of growth, I will wait for you in the future."

After the voice fell, the magic knife turned around slowly.

"your name!"

Just as the magic knife was about to leave, the Mist Lord asked.

"Magic Saber Chaotian."

"Are you interested in becoming my weapon?" The Misty Lord who said these words was full of confidence, and he was not at all worried that the magic knife would retaliate.

"Not interested, you have the same firm obsession as me, you are not suitable for holding a knife, you are the strongest knife yourself."

As soon as the words fell, Chaoxuan's figure shattered, and the magic knife shot up into the sky, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye.

The war ended, and there was chaos for several kilometers around.

At this moment, Feng Qi came to the side of the Mist Lord:

"Old fan, how are you?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine, Magic Saber... Chaotian, I remember him, he taught me how to drive the miracle will, I should thank him."

Looking at the direction where the magic knife disappeared~lightnovelpub.net~The Lord of the Mist stood with his hands behind his back, with a bright smile on his face.

Hearing these words, Feng Qi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go back."

Saying that, the Mist Lord turned around indifferently, and then fell straight down.

Feng Qi: ...

Looking at the Master of Mist who had lost consciousness, Feng Qi felt helpless.

"I can't hold it anymore, what do you think you are pretending to be?"

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