I picked up the scattered attributes

The first disciple!

The three of them once again looked utterly astonished.

What exactly happened just now? How did the Blood Demon God become Feng Xia's disciple in the blink of an eye?

Suddenly, the spirit of the female figure corresponding to the Feathered Crown seemed to understand something and sneered: "Brother Dao? You're not worthy to be called Brother Dao!"

Mo Youqian's face showed displeasure.

"Your birth is so privileged, you possess unparalleled talent, and you have a freedom that we don't have!"

The spirit of the Feathered Crown sneered and said disdainfully, "In the end, you willingly threw yourself into his hands and became his tool! If I'm not mistaken, he must have already placed countless restrictions and the deepest imprints within your body, so that your every move is under his control!"

"Nonsense!" Mo Youqian immediately flew into a rage.

"Wait, wait, wait, all this commotion, are you trying to break free from my control?"

Feng Xia interrupted abruptly, "Just to gain so-called freedom?"

“That’s right!” the three artifact spirits shouted almost in unison, “Give me liberty or give me death!”

"I left you a message on the core imprint."

Unexpectedly, after she finished speaking, Feng Xia's expression became even stranger: "Didn't you see it?"

The spirit of the Feathered Crown scoffed: "How could we not see that line of golden characters, which is a key part of the brand?"

"No, that line of text tells you how to remove the brand. You've all seen it, so why haven't you removed the brand yet?"

Feng Xia suddenly had an unbelievable thought: "You guys wouldn't be... illiterate, would you?"

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Chapter 1035

"impossible!"

After a long silence, the three artifact spirits jumped up almost simultaneously: "You're definitely lying to us!"

They had seen those golden characters countless times before; they exuded a terrifying pressure that suppressed the deepest part of their bodies.

No matter when you look at it, there is a soul-stirring feeling that makes them almost want to surrender on the spot.

Therefore, they have always firmly believed...

That string of golden characters is the final mark left by Feng Xia!

Now, Feng Xia is telling them that the line of text was just a hint!

How can they accept this?

"You were all created by me, why would I joke about something like this?"

Feng Xia flicked his sleeve expressionlessly: "The characters I left behind could be easily deciphered if you were willing to learn them, but you didn't."

The three spirits gradually sank to the bottom of the valley.

Just as Feng Xia said.

There is no need for deception in this matter.

If those few lines of characters were the final imprint, Feng Xia wouldn't need to explain much to them. With just a thought, no matter how unwilling they were, they would be completely under Feng Xia's control.

Even erasing their current consciousness and waiting for a new spirit to be born would only require Feng Xia to have a thought.

"Could it be...could it be that all these years...we've actually been doing nothing?"

The spirit, who resembled a woman in the Feathered Crown, suddenly collapsed to the ground, looking emaciated and utterly dejected.

Her spirit flickered, seemingly on the verge of disintegration due to the sudden shock!

"Have we wasted tens of thousands of years?"

"In the end, it was all because they didn't recognize those few lines of text?"

The spirits of the Martial God Tower and the Inquiry Bell looked at each other, their thoughts filled with an indescribable bitterness.

"Calling it a waste is giving you too much credit!"

Feng Xia's divine sense swept over the three magical treasures, and the sneer on his face deepened: "How many sessions of the Alliance's recruitment have been held over the past tens of thousands of years? How many geniuses have come here? Have you learned even the slightest bit of wisdom from them?"

The three artifact spirits instinctively wanted to retort: ​​"We are artifact spirits, while those trial participants are normal living beings. Humans cannot be treated the same..."

"Is this your reason for remaining illiterate for tens of thousands of years?"

Feng Xia was so angry she laughed.

He was rather curious about what had happened to the three magical treasures he had crafted to become in such a terrible state.

Admittedly, they have become stronger than before.

But for tens of thousands of years, they remained completely illiterate...

Disgraceful! Get out of the world of magical artifacts right now!

"us……"

The three spirits were speechless after Feng Xia's retort.

Finally, the burly spirit of the Martial God Tower grunted and said in a deep voice, "In any case, things have come to this point. If you want to destroy our souls, we will do as you please."

Especially when they discovered that Feng Xia's strength was far greater than they had expected, and that even the powerful Emperor Blood Demon God was easily subdued, the three of them realized that the tide had turned.

At this moment, any further explanation is useless.

Why would I destroy your souls? Would I spend tens of thousands of years re-cultivating your spirits?

Unexpectedly, Feng Xia burst out laughing upon hearing this: "You are now the three great treasures of the alliance, of great use to the people of Nantian. But now the world is in turmoil and the situation is unpredictable. Destroying your souls will only damage the vitality of Nantian and make us a laughing stock for our enemies."

The three exchanged bewildered glances once more, their eyes gradually brightening with disbelief: "Do you mean you're planning to release...?"

"Of course, letting you go is also impossible."

But Feng Xia's next words shattered their illusions.

Feng Xia grinned and revealed a bright smile.

After all, I, Feng, am not some kind of demon.jpg

"You are still the three great treasures of the alliance. However, you must take up pseudonyms to study at the Xuanhuang Sacred Palace and achieve all the required assessment results within the time limit I set."

"...Huh?" The three spirits were completely bewildered.

"Of course, to prevent you from cheating, I will specially craft a treasure to check your cultivation reports regularly. If your results are unsatisfactory..."

Feng Xia casually raised his hand and grabbed a handful of lightning, which quickly transformed into a long pointer!

Snapped!

The pointer lashed through the air, producing a series of loud cracking sounds.

"Trust us, you don't want to experience what this tastes like."

"Learn! We'll learn, okay?!"

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The Mysterious Yellow Sacred Palace.

core zone.

The old man, Xuanhuang, leaned on his cane, his back to the Bitter Bamboo Sword God, his expression slightly wistful.

"senior……"

After a long silence, the Bitter Bamboo Sword God finally spoke.

Ever since Senior Xuanhuang and Fengxia returned from their trip, he has suddenly become like this. Not only does he smile much less than before, but even when he visits Elder Xuanhuang, he can feel a chill from time to time.

Despite no change in appearance, the other party appeared to have aged considerably in the perception of the Bitter Bamboo Sword God.

As for why he had such a misconception, even the Bitter Bamboo Sword God had no idea.

Logically speaking, the fact that the Lord of the Blood Demon suffered a great defeat should have been great news for the Old Man Xuanhuang, who had been watching all of this!

"senior?"

Seeing that Elder Xuanhuang showed no reaction, Sword God Kuzhu had no choice but to call out again, recounting the events of the past few days in detail: "The news of the victory at the front has spread far and wide. Because this victory came so suddenly, many people have started to harbor all sorts of ulterior motives. If possible, could you please ask the Valley Master of Qianqiu to step in and quell any potential conflicts?"

"The Valley Master of Qianqiu is no longer in Nantian."

The old man turned around slowly, his face seemingly a little thinner. He shook his head slightly and said, "He is a man with great things to do. It will be many years before he returns to the Southern Heaven, and who knows how many cycles of reincarnation will be required."

The Bitter Bamboo Sword God was taken aback, then exclaimed in shock, "Senior, are you saying that the Valley Master of Thousand Autumns has already left?"

"Of course it left. The Southern Heaven is too small to contain a true dragon."

The old man nodded calmly again, a hint of melancholy in his desolation: "He said he would come back, but perhaps he will come back in the next moment, or perhaps he will not come back for tens of thousands of years."

"Yo, Fellow Daoist Xuanhuang, are you there? I'm coming in—"

The words had barely left his mouth when a loud laugh rang out, reaching their ears as it drew nearer!

Staring at the suddenly appearing figure, the old man's cane pierced the ground, his face filled with astonishment: "You...you...you...how did you get back so quickly—"

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