I picked up the scattered attributes

Jiao Qingtu seized the opportunity instantly, his dragon body coiling around the Lion King like a trembling spear piercing the sky, tightly binding him: "Little fellow, when I ruled the world, your mother wasn't even born yet!"

The old dragon laughed wildly and relentlessly pursued the lion king, unleashing all sorts of powerful attacks as if they were free, smashing the king's head until it bled profusely, and his cries of agony echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

"Little guy, you'd better watch out! We can't let a single one of these guys from the Demon God Palace escape!"

Unbeknownst to him, Jiao Qingtu's eyes turned crimson, filled with a fierce flame, like the flame of life itself, burning and boiling, bursting forth with its last light and heat.

Just then, the Lion King suddenly burst into laughter: "Old man, do you really think I can't beat you?"

Jiao Qingtu frowned. The Lion King was indeed not as strong as him, but he was not at his peak either. Taking down the Lion King would not be something that could be done in an instant.

He composed himself slightly, then sneered disdainfully, "If you have the ability, then come and try hitting this old man!"

However, the Lion King seemed completely unfazed by his provocation, his face still bearing a faint, mocking smile.

"Old man, you've already stepped one foot into the underworld, do you really think the person I'm dealing with is you?"

"What did you say--"

At this moment, Jiao Qingtu finally came to his senses.

His senses surged wildly, only to discover that the "Jiaojiao" within him had vanished without his notice.

"When exactly?!" Jiao Qingtu's mind went blank for a moment.

Without his knowledge, the last descendant of the Jiaolong clan vanished without a trace, without the slightest disturbance, and without alerting him at all!

The next instant, Jiao Qingtu suddenly came to his senses, his eyes bloodshot, and a mixture of deathly and murderous aura erupted from his body. Ignoring his injuries any longer, he roared furiously and charged towards the Lion King:

"Little kitty...you're asking for it!!"

"It might not be me who dies."

Lion shook his head calmly. His defenses were impenetrable. Despite coughing up blood repeatedly, he still firmly held back Jiao Qingtu's steps, preventing him from setting foot in the Demon God Palace.

At this moment, Jiao Qingtu had already realized something.

"Damn it...you all deserve to die!"

He roared furiously, unleashing an attack with all his might. However, his current state was not what it used to be. Although he could suppress the Lion King, he could not cross the line.

Jiao Qingtu finally understood: "That monster was indeed in your Demon God Palace! Your target from the very beginning was Jiao Jiao!"

The Lion King remained noncommittal, replying in a hoarse voice:

"How could a mere barbarian like you possibly comprehend the wisdom of His Holiness the Holy Son?"

And at the same time.

Feng Xia looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings with a somewhat bewildered expression:

"Holy crap? I've time-traveled again?"

Where the hell am I?!

……

Chapter 0212

To be honest, Feng Xia almost thought this novel was going to turn from a fantasy cultivation story into an infinite novel with multiple worlds...

Just a moment ago, he was holding the two horns of the Azure Dragon Diagram, standing on the dragon's back, as if he had transformed into a dragon warrior, ready to summon the Dragon Ascension Sword at any moment...

The next moment, inexplicably, everything blurred before my eyes, and I found myself in this unfamiliar place.

This is a tall and vast building. The passage he is in now is tens of feet long and wide. With Feng Xia's height, walking here is like walking in a canyon or jungle.

It has no origin and no end in sight.

"Damn, this house would sell for billions in Beijing..." Feng Xia couldn't help but mutter, still feeling extremely lost.

who am I?

Where am I?

what am i doing?

The classic three philosophical questions of a time traveler once again appeared in Feng Xia's mind. However, when he felt the surging magic power in his body and the continuous flow of powerful blood and qi, he felt more or less at ease.

Fortunately, at least, unlike when he first transmigrated to the Forsaken Land, he is no longer the helpless person he once was.

"I want to see for myself..."

Feng Xia slowly clenched his fist, his eyes burning like flames, illuminating the heavens and the earth, seeing through the void in all directions, and scanning every inch of the surrounding space.

"No, I shouldn't have time-traveled."

Feng Xia quickly made a basic judgment, thinking to himself, "However, I've probably fallen for some kind of trick, been ambushed by some bastard, and even Senior Jiao Qingtu didn't notice..."

He roughly deduced what had happened.

Looking across the entire Demon Capital, who else could do that?

In the end, only one name remained in Feng Xia's mind:

Demon God Palace!

"Only the Demon God Palace could have plotted against me without me even noticing. But who exactly was behind this? Was it that elusive king, or that troublesome holy son?"

Many thoughts flashed through Feng Xia's mind. Based on his judgment, the mastermind behind the scenes was most likely one of these two.

But he still couldn't understand it...

We have no past grievances and no present worries, so why is the Demon God Palace targeting him?

Surely they weren't just bored out of their minds and randomly selected a lucky person to enter the city?

Hmm, someone has completely forgotten their current identity...

"strangeness……"

Suddenly, Feng Xia's eyes flickered slightly, but then her gaze returned to calm, as if nothing had happened, and she continued walking forward step by step.

In an unseen corner, an invisible gaze pierced through the void and landed on the white-clad youth.

"Interesting...really interesting."

"Is this guy the last of the East Sea Jiaolong clan? No, he doesn't seem like it. Where did he come from? What race is his true form?"

"Or perhaps, he is the true successor secretly cultivated by the East Sea Jiaolong Clan?"

"However, now that he's already inside the Demon God Palace, he can't escape our grasp. Hehe, as long as we turn him into one of us, the secrets of this kid will be our secrets too."

"That's right, join us, become us!"

"Soon...soon we will be able to break free...no restrictions or shackles, no barriers to heaven and earth, can stop our arrival..."

"Heh... the ancestral land of the Heavenly Pattern Divine Kingdom..."

Boom——

The next instant, the void exploded.

It was a terrifying and malevolent aura that defied description, containing a fearless spirit of wielding a sword towards the sky and charging forward without hesitation, both mad and persistent, shattering all spatial obstacles in its path!

"finally found you."

Feng Xia held a pig-slaughtering knife, a harmless smile on his face, his body shrouded in a murderous aura. Then, a dark and uncertain divine wheel leaped out, like a chaotic sea. On that divine wheel, a golden Dao platform suppressed the chaos, emanating an aura that repelled gods and ghosts.

Finally, a golden Yuan Dan appeared, radiating immortal brilliance, and hovered above Feng Xia's fallen throne.

He walked out of the malevolent aura like a primordial god or demon from the chaos, his feet treading on the chaos, his head above the primordial chaos, opening the heavens with one step, and with one thought, he took seven steps forward in a row, and had already arrived in front of an indescribable shadow.

"You've been hiding here watching for so long, you must be perfect as a cameraman, right?"

Feng Xia scoffed, too lazy to say anything more, and with a swift movement, he slashed down with his sword!

To his slight surprise, the butcher knife seemed to be stimulated in some way, emitting a faint light and a crisp trembling sound. Then, Feng Xia felt a more expansive and wild spirit suddenly connect with his consciousness.

I will slay all under heaven without sheathing my sword!

His Blade Heart, at the Great Perfection realm, seemed to have broken through some invisible barrier, like a dragon swimming in the sea and an eagle soaring in the sky, instantly transcending to a higher level.

Within Feng Xia's brow, a vague and uncertain symbol condensed, resembling a knife-shaped mark, elevating Feng Xia's attack to an unprecedented level!

The Way of the Knife.

The Soul of the Blade!

A sudden inspiration struck Feng Xia; with a single stroke, he made a decisive cut, never to look back.

"This aura...this sword intent?!"

The consciousness in the shadows cried out in disbelief, "Impossible! It absolutely cannot be that guy! That guy is dead, dead for who knows how many years. There's no way he could be resurrected!"

puff-

The words had barely faded when Feng Xia's blade flashed, slicing through the void, splitting the darkness, parting the primordial chaos, separating yin and yang, and forcefully carving out a completely new world from the endless chaos!

The twisting darkness shattered with a deafening roar.

"My great sword technique... is complete."

Feng Xia walked slowly, contemplating the state of mind he had just experienced, and silently recited in his heart, "My great sword technique is called the Thirteen Swords of Peerless Hero, so my great saber technique is called..."

"Slay the Three Thousand Worlds Without Me".

Only now did Feng Xia focus his gaze on what lay ahead.