I picked up the scattered attributes

Do you think our ancestors are stupid?

Although he didn't know the origin of the knife, he could still sense through his own innate senses that it was an extremely terrifying divine object!

Moreover, there is a mysterious connection between the pig-slaughtering knife and his war drum.

It was as if... the butcher's knife was his superior, exerting a natural suppression on him!

It was precisely because of this connection that the killing blow from the butcher's knife was slightly deflected just now.

Instead of destroying him completely, they destroyed his physical body, directly reducing him to his original form as a war drum.

This situation was also something that Elder Muchen had never heard of or seen before!

Logically speaking, even if his original body is damaged, it is still a divine artifact. It is hard to imagine that it would be suppressed by a butcher knife!

"Could it be that this butcher knife and the ancestor's true form originated from the same place...?"

Ancestor Muchen couldn't help but ponder.

He was a consciousness that emerged after the war drum was broken, not the original spirit of the war drum, and therefore knew nothing about the origin of the war drum.

All he knew was that from the moment his vague consciousness was born, he had been buried underground for many years. Fortunately, the nearby area was a battlefield of enormous scale, where countless people bled every day and the murderous aura was overwhelming. In the end, he gradually nurtured the consciousness of the Old Ancestor Muchen into a complete form.

"Dusk" means the end.

Dawn, on the other hand, is the light that emerges after the darkness of night.

This is also one of the important reasons why he named himself "Muchen".

"However, on the other hand, this sword's consciousness seems to be inferior to that of the Ancestor. Just now it was merely acting instinctively. Could it have already been annihilated? If so, the Ancestor might still have a chance..."

A thousand thoughts flashed through his mind, and even a hint of murderous intent gradually arose. On the surface, however, Ancestor Mu Chen still apologized meekly: "Fellow Daoist Xia Donghai, this time I really went too far..."

Feng Xia stared at him without moving.

"so what?"

"Therefore, the ancestor was willing to exchange a huge secret for his own life..."

Feng Xia lowered the pig-slaughtering knife in her hand, pondered for a moment after hearing this, and then nodded, her expression revealing deep curiosity: "What secret?"

"There's something strange about this wasteland. The Ancestor is afraid that someone might be listening. You should move closer..."

Feng Xia took a few steps closer as instructed, her curiosity growing even stronger.

"It's like this..." Ancestor Mu Chen lowered his voice and said in an extremely mysterious tone, "Little guy, you're still too green to fight against an ancestor like me!"

Boom——

A terrifying cloud of blood suddenly erupted, like a volcano that had been suppressed to its limit, spewing out a devastating wave of destruction!

Although his physical form was destroyed, he was more special than ordinary demonic beasts, so the destruction of his physical form had almost no impact on his strength!

The current Ancestor Muchen is like a venomous snake that has been lying in wait for a long time. Suddenly, he pounces, spitting out venom, and launches the most fierce attack on Feng Xia!

"You shouldn't have given the ancestor the chance to get close—"

"Squat down."

Suddenly, the Old Ancestor Muchen heard Fengxia say something.

What do you mean by squatting down?

Before Ancestor Muchen could react, his body reacted first.

Bang!

The broken war drum, stained with dark blood, suddenly crashed straight to the ground, raising clouds of dust.

“A mere trifle…” Ancestor Mu Chen instinctively erupted once more, his blood cloud surging and sweeping across this wasteland.

"Lie down." However, Feng Xia spoke again, with a strange look on his face.

Bang!

The enormous war drum fell to the ground once again, its surface striking the earth. However, due to the drum's broken state, all that could be heard was a series of sounds like an old woman's teeth whistling through the air.

"Damn it! Xia Donghai, what exactly did you use...?"

"Twist 333 and a half times in place, then do a 273-degree split in place." Feng Xia blinked and slowly uttered a sentence.

The nearly insane Old Ancestor Muchen suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, he began an even more frantic high-speed spin!

"So that's it..."

At this moment, Feng Xia finally showed a look of realization.

After several attempts, he confirmed one thing—there was indeed a connection between the pig-slaughtering knife and the war drum of the Twilight Ancestor's true form.

However, this connection was not the absolute control he had imagined, but rather a priority in executing orders.

When Feng Xia did not issue commands through the pig-slaughtering knife, Old Ancestor Mu Chen could control his body as usual.

However, if Feng Xia issues the command through the butcher's knife, then Ancestor Muchen must first carry out Feng Xia's command!

The command is supreme, even if it means his own destruction, even if he is completely unable to complete it!

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"

Ancestor Muchen let out a scream: "It's going to crack! The ancestor is going to crack—"

"stop."

After waiting for a while, Feng Xia finally spoke.

The Old Ancestor Muchen, who was "struggling to the death," suddenly stopped, and only confusion and fear remained in his mind.

"W-what?"

What on earth happened?

Ancestor Muchen was completely shocked, and for a moment he even had the illusion that he was going crazy.

Can anyone tell him why, with Xia Donghai's order, he felt from the bottom of his heart that it was the supreme mission he had to complete?

Even if it means our souls are scattered and our spirits are shattered, we must carry it out.

"Who made these rules? What the hell kind of bullshit rules are these?!"

For the first time since gaining consciousness, Ancestor Muchen felt the urge to vomit blood.

What made him almost vomit blood was...

Feng Xia actually spoke up again!

"To become a Pretty Cure."

"Prove Goldbach's Conjecture."

"Let me become a Kamen Rider."

Throughout the entire process, Ancestor Muchen had only one expression: ?

What did you say

What are you saying again?

What are you talking about?

“I understand. Although the orders will be enforced, if the orders are incomprehensible, it will only lead to chaos…” Feng Xia stroked his chin, lost in thought.

Damn it, what have you figured out?!

Just as Ancestor Muchen was going crazy, a cool breeze suddenly blew from behind him.

It felt like someone was blowing a breath on him from behind!

"Who?!"

In an instant, the already near-collapsed Ancestor Muchen let out a chilling scream.

"There's something... there's something behind the Ancestor—"

He even felt an invisible hand grab his drumhead and drag him little by little into the darkness!

"You still want to run?"

Feng Xia suddenly looked over.

……

Chapter 0339

For Ancestor Muchen, today was definitely the darkest and most gloomy day of his life.

He originally thought that he had obtained an earth-shattering opportunity in the first level of the Demon Emperor's Tomb, which made up for his previous lack of attack power. Combined with his already amazing defense, he was sure to rise to prominence here, reap even greater benefits in the second level, and become the strongest being who could shake the entire Demon Kingdom.

I never expected this...

The second level, which is said to be filled with countless rare and precious materials and whose lineage is said to be passed down through generations, is actually completely empty!

No matter which direction he looked, all he could see was the ever-churning darkness and the lifeless wasteland beneath his feet.

Even so, he could still block the passage to the second level.