I picked up the scattered attributes

However, all the roars and shouts eventually converged into a heart-wrenching low growl:

"Waaaaaahh ...

The malevolent energy surging violently from the butcher's knife was like the Yuanqing River bursting its banks, wave after wave higher and higher, filled with terrifying corrosive power, threatening to sweep away everything in its path.

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

More precisely, the raging, malevolent energy that should have surged to the heavens was, under Feng Xia's full guidance, poured endlessly into the demon sword fragments!

"Ohh Ohh ohh!"

"Don't shout, eat quickly, there's still a lot left to eat."

Feng Xia's divine sense locked onto the half-fragment of the demon sword, and his face was full of a gentle smile: "Just as I thought."

The demonic eyes on the fragments of the demonic sword are actually a kind of magical inscription. After the evil energy is poured in, it will flow along these inscription symbols, repeatedly removing the impurities and retaining the essence, and finally becoming the power of the demonic sword itself!

This situation is very similar to a supernatural being breathing in the primordial energy of heaven and earth and refining it into their own magical power.

However, unless the cultivation method is extreme or there are other special reasons, people with supernatural powers rarely refine the power that already has an owner.

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

But for such spiritual weapons, there are not so many concerns. As long as it is the same kind of power, it can be devoured and digested, becoming part of its own power!

"Damn it...you made me devour this power...waaaaaah..."

The spirit of the demon sword has never experienced such humiliation.

Even though it was filled with terrifying baleful energy and its consciousness was fading, it still issued a deadly threat: "When I regain my strength... I will definitely punish you wretched ants..."

"Restore your strength? You have quite an idea."

How could Feng Xia not understand the Demon Blade Spirit's thoughts?

Admittedly, channeling the evil energy of the butcher's knife to the demon sword is, in another sense, giving it power and helping to accelerate the demon sword's recovery!

Just as the refined evil energy was about to become the source of the demon sword's power, Fengxia No. 2 suddenly patted the other half of the demon sword fragment.

"Spit it out."

"?!"

Before the spirit of the demon sword could react, after the previous "drowsiness," it experienced a second feeling it had never felt before—nausea!

next moment.

"vomit--"

The malevolent energy, several times thinner than before, burst forth from the second fragment of the demonic sword, resembling a beautiful flower of malevolent energy that slowly bloomed upon the fragment.

"It's done."

Feng Xia's eyes flickered, and a satisfied smile immediately appeared on her face.

The demon sword flew into a rage: "...You...ugh...waaaaaah...ugh...you...ugh...waaaaah...ugh..."

Feng Xia raised his hand and unleashed another Nine Lotus Heavenly Prison, firmly controlling the spirit of the demonic sword, before turning his attention back to Loli Xi.

"Then it's time for you to take action."

"who are you?"

"Holy crap, do I really need to start explaining from this point?"

Feng Xia almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

This girl's amnesia is incurable!

"Fine, you want this great treasure... no, you want this Moonlit Divine Tree? Then do as I say."

Before long, Feng Xia had the butcher knife in his hand.

As the malevolent energy was continuously drawn out, the ferocious aura emanating from the pig-slaughtering knife was slowly but steadily weakening. The aura of the knife spirit, which had already weakened to the point of being almost imperceptible, finally began to reappear little by little at this moment.

A radiant glow, completely different from the malevolent aura, hazy and serene, slowly emerged from the blade.

It had neither an intense, intimidating killing intent nor a decisive, earth-shattering resolve; it was as if it were a completely different entity from the sword spirit that Feng Xia knew before.

However, it still had that familiar aura.

The light emanating from the blade spread out in all directions, as if encountering an invisible boundary, suddenly drawing an arc and transforming into a cocoon of light, attempting to envelop the pig-slaughtering knife within it.

"It's now!"

Feng Xia suddenly let out a low shout.

Fully alert, Loli Xi flipped and leaped up, raising her two fair and tender little hands. Instantly, two aggressive Taiyin Paths intertwined and stretched out from between her palms!

click-

The cocoon of light that was about to form was shredded by two silver scissors transformed from the Taiyin dragons, revealing the butcher's knife within it once again.

The radiant light that had formed a cocoon trembled incessantly, desperately trying to coalesce once more, but Feng Xia made his move at the same time—

"Climb the ladder to heaven!"

A ladder to heaven leads to the other shore!

The divine light descending from the Heavenly Ladder completely enveloped the Butcher Knife, and a ceaseless power of dream reincarnation finally made contact with the consciousness deep within the Butcher Knife.

"A dream spanning millennia, what year is it tonight? Fellow Daoist, welcome to the world of dreams—"

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Chapter 0620

strictly speaking.

This was the first time Feng Xia had truly come into contact with the spirit of the butcher's knife.

In the previous instances, the butcher was either going crazy or on his way to going crazy, making it impossible to have a pleasant conversation.

But this time it's different.

With the demon sword fragments purifying and restricting the evil energy, and with Loli Xi temporarily holding back the sword spirit's mental barrier, Feng Xia was finally able to drag the sword spirit of the pig-slaughtering knife into the dream world of the Heavenly Ladder!

—As for the Nine Lotus Heavenly Heart Prison, Feng Xia would never dare to use such a method of fighting poison with poison.

The sword spirit was already suffering from the backlash of the evil energy. If it were to be further suppressed by the Nine Lotus Heavenly Heart Prison, it would probably be more than just going out of control and going mad.

This divine sword, which can be described as the strongest (but also the most rustic) one that Feng Xia has ever seen, will probably really perish from now on, becoming a broken weapon with only a trace of divine power left!

Her brilliance remains unknown to anyone.

"Let me see just how dark the memories of this mighty spirit of a divine sword truly are—"

Boom——

In that instant, through the dream power of ascending the ladder to heaven, countless images exploded before Feng Xia's eyes, like patterns on a carousel, unfolding before him without reservation.

That is the memory of the spirit of the pig-slaughtering knife, a history that does not belong to this era!

Bang, bang, bang—

Suddenly, a melodious bell rang out, its sound high and low, stirring the long, obscure river of history and awakening those slumbering in their dreams.

The moment Feng Xia heard the bell, his mouth gaped open slightly: "This is... the bell of the Heavenly Dragon Eight-Tone Bell? No, it seems slightly different. The bells I've heard before are much sadder and more sorrowful than this!"

The Heavenly Dragon Eight-Tone Clock is in Feng Xia's hands.

He had explored the depths of the bell more than once and confirmed that the spirit of the Heavenly Dragon Eight-Tone Bell had perished. Therefore, even though the bell was still well preserved, it could not unleash its full power.

The sound of the Tianlong Eight-Tone Bell is filled with endless sorrow and boundless longing, like an old man in his twilight years, carrying his nostalgia and reluctance to leave the world, as he walks step by step toward the end of his life.

The bells he was hearing now were filled with an indescribable vitality!

"Perhaps it's just my imagination. After all, with a standard divine weapon like Ancestor Muchen, there might not be only one of its kind in the world."

Feng Xia shook his head vigorously, quickly regaining his composure.

The sword spirit's memories were so complex that, even in the midst of the shock, he unconsciously began to have random thoughts.

Fortunately, the melodious chimes soon subsided, and the memories that had swept in like a storm gradually became orderly, like an ancient scroll slowly unfolding a mysterious corner of itself to Fengxia.

when!

when!

when!

When Feng Xia's vision cleared again, he was slightly taken aback as a hot, metallic smell drifted in on the wind and quietly entered his nostrils.

Clang, clang, clang—

The crisp, rhythmic sounds of collisions continued incessantly, the lights flickered, and the intense heat filled all directions, making Feng Xia feel suffocated.

Even though she knew this was just the sword spirit's dream, Feng Xia still involuntarily raised her defenses, trying to block the omnipresent fiery power.

"This terrifying fiery power... could it be that this place is...?"

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

In the dreamscape created by the Heavenly Ladder, he was the master of everything, and even if he freely scanned with his divine sense, he did not need to worry about being noticed.

Then, a blacksmith shop came into view.

"It's actually a blacksmith shop?"