I Pick Up A Bunch Of Attributes

However, all the roars and shouts, in the end, only converged into a touching roar:

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu——"

The evil energy violently pouring out from the butcher's knife was like the Yuanqing River bursting its embankments. Each wave was higher than the previous wave, full of terrifying corrosive power, trying to wipe out everything in its path.

However, at this moment, this power was firmly restricted.

To be more precise, under Feng Xia's full guidance, the ferocious evil energy that should have surged into the sky poured endlessly into the fragments of the demon knife!

"Ohh Ohh ohh!"

"Don't scream, eat quickly, there is still a lot left to finish."

Feng Xia's consciousness locked onto half of the demon knife fragment, with a spring breeze-like smile on his face: "It's exactly what I thought."

The demon eyes on the demon sword fragments are actually a kind of magical inscription. After the evil spirit is poured into it, it will flow along these inscription symbols, removing the bad and retaining the good over and over again, and finally, it becomes the power of the demon sword itself!

This situation is very similar to a magical person breathing in the vitality of heaven and earth and refining it into his own magic power.

However, unless the cultivation method is extreme or for other special reasons, people with supernatural powers rarely refine the power of the Lord.

This kind of operation is not only more difficult, but also easy to backfire.

But for such spiritual weapons, there are not so many scruples. As long as they have the same kind of power, they can be swallowed and digested and become part of their own power!

"Damn...you let me swallow these powers...wuwuwuwu..."

How has the spirit of the demon sword ever experienced such shame?

Even though it is filled with terrible evil energy and its consciousness is almost blurred, it is still issuing a fatal threat: "When I regain my strength... I will kill you hateful ants..."

"Restore strength? You have a lot of ideas."

Why doesn't Feng Xia understand the idea of ​​the spirit of the demon sword?

It is true that channeling the evil spirit of the pig-killing knife to the demon knife is also giving it strength in another sense, helping to speed up the recovery of the demon knife!

Seeing that the refined evil spirit would become the source of the demon sword's recovery power, Fengxia No. 2 suddenly patted the other half of the demon sword fragments.

"Spit it out."

"?!"

Before the spirit of the demon sword could react, it felt a second feeling that it had never experienced before - nausea!

next moment.

"vomit--"

The flow of evil energy, which was several times more slender than before, spurted out from the second demon sword fragment, like a beautiful flower of evil energy, slowly blooming on the second fragment.

"It's done."

Feng Xia's eyes flashed, and she immediately showed a satisfied smile.

Yaodao couldn't help but became furious: "...You... vomit... oooooooo... vomit... you... vomit... oooooooo... vomit..."

Feng Xia raised his hand and struck down another Nine Lotus Heavenly Heart Prison, firmly controlling the spirit of the demon sword, and then turned his attention to Luo Lixi again.

"Then you need to take action next."

"Who are you?"

"Damn it, do you actually need to start explaining from this place?"

Feng Xia almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

This girl's amnesia is beyond cure!

"Forget it, do you want this big treasure... No, do you want this Moonlight Sacred Tree? Then just do as I say."

Not long after, Feng Xia grabbed the butcher's knife in his hand.

Due to the continuous flow of evil spirits being drawn out, the ferocious aura exuded by the pig-killing knife is also slowly but surely weakening. The aura of the knife spirit has been weakened to the point of being almost unperceivable. At this moment, it finally becomes a little bit stronger. The earth is revealed again.

A radiance that was completely different from the evil aura, hazy and calm, slowly emerged from the blade.

There is neither a strong and frightening killing intent nor a decisiveness that cuts the sky and the earth. It is almost like two independent individuals from the sword spirit that Feng Xia knew in the past.

However, there is still that familiar atmosphere.

The halo of light that overflowed from the blade spread in all directions, as if it had encountered an invisible boundary, and suddenly drew an arc, turning into a cocoon of light, trying to envelop the butcher knife.

"It's now!"

Feng Xia shouted loudly.

Luo Lixi, who was fully alert, turned over and jumped up. She raised her two white and tender little hands, and suddenly two aggressive lunar avenues intertwined and ran out from her palms!

Click——

The cocoon of light that was about to form was crushed by the silver scissors transformed into two long lunar dragons, revealing the butcher's knife inside again.

The Huaguang condensed into a light cocoon kept trembling, desperately trying to condense again, but Feng Xia took action at the same time——

"Climb the ladder to heaven!"

A ladder leads to the other side!

The divine light descending from the ladder to heaven completely enveloped the butcher's knife, and the endless power of dream reincarnation finally made contact with the consciousness deep in the butcher's knife.

"The dream has lasted for thousands of years. What year is it today? Fellow Taoist, welcome to the world of dreams——"

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Chapter 0620

strictly speaking.

This is the first time Feng Xia has truly come into contact with the spirit of the butcher knife.

And the few times before that, Shazhudao was either going crazy or on the way to going crazy, and there was no way to communicate happily.

But this time it's different.

With the demon knife fragments purifying and limiting the evil spirit, and Loli Xi temporarily resisting the soul barrier of the sword spirit, Feng Xia had the opportunity to drag the sword spirit of the Butcher Knife into the dream world on the ladder to heaven!

——As for the Nine Lotus Heart Prison, Feng Xia is determined not to use this method of fighting poison with poison.

The sword spirit has already suffered from the backlash of the evil energy. If it is suppressed by the Jiulian Tianxin Prison again, it may not be as simple as losing control and going crazy.

This magical sword, which can be said to be the most powerful (but also the most crude) that Feng Xia has ever seen in his life, may really perish and become a remnant with only a little bit of divine power left!

No one knows her brilliance.

"Let me take a look at what kind of darkness there is in the memory of the majestic sword spirit——"

Boom buzz——

At this moment, through the power of dreams on the ladder to heaven, countless pictures exploded in front of Feng Xia's eyes, like patterns on a revolving lantern, unfolding before Feng Xia's eyes without reservation.

That is the memory that belongs to the Shazhudao Daoling, a history that does not belong to this era!

Boom, boom, boom——

Suddenly there was a melodious bell ringing, melodious and gentle, one high and one low, stirring up the long river of ignorant history and waking up those who were sleeping in their dreams.

The moment he heard the bell, Feng Xia's mouth opened slightly: "Is this... the bell of Tianlong Batone Bell? No, it seems to be slightly different. The bells I have heard are more sad than this. grief!"

The Tianlong Batone Bell is in Feng Xia's hands.

He has also explored the depths of the bell body more than once and confirmed that the spirit of the Tianlong Batone Bell has perished. Therefore, even if the bell body is still quite intact, it still cannot exert its full power.

The bells played by the Tianlong Eight-tone Bell are full of endless sadness and never-ending nostalgia, just like an old man in his twilight years, walking towards the end of his life step by step with nostalgia and reluctance for the world.

And now the bells he heard were full of indescribable vitality!

"Perhaps it's just my misunderstanding. After all, there is a standard magic weapon like Ancestor Muchen, and a treasure similar to the Tianlong Batone Bell. There may not be the only one in the world."

Feng Xia shook her head vigorously and quickly calmed down her mind.

Dao Ling's memory was so complicated that he couldn't help but think wildly during the impact.

Fortunately, the melodious bells soon gradually subsided, and the memory scenes that swept over like a violent storm finally became orderly little by little, like an ancient picture scroll, slowly unfolding towards Feng Xia. Its mysterious corner.

when!

when!

when!

When Feng Xia's vision became clear again, he couldn't help but feel slightly startled. A hot metallic smell floated in the wind and quietly entered his nostrils.

When, when, when——

The crisp and rhythmic collision sound came continuously, the lights flickered, and the hot breath filled all directions, making Feng Xia feel suffocated.

Even though he knew that this was just Dao Ling's dream, Feng Xia still couldn't help but raise his defenses, trying to block the omnipresent fire power.

"This terrible fire power...could it be said that this place is..."

Feng Xia suddenly released his consciousness and swept it in all directions.

In the dream state of climbing the ladder to heaven, he is the master of everything. Even if he scans with his spiritual consciousness arbitrarily, there is no need to worry about being noticed.

Then, a blacksmith shop came into view.

"It's actually a blacksmith shop?"