I Kidnapped the Timeline Chapter 421

Chapter 421 The Legend of the Magic Sword (Part 1)

After advancing to a high-level human, Feng Qi gained the ability to convert qi and blood into spiritual power.

The maintenance time of the divine body is thus extended.

But as a sacrifice line, the total amount of qi and blood in the body is far from comparable to the main timeline. Compared with the first 30 seconds, his divine body only lasted for more than 10 seconds.

When the divine body was on the verge of collapse, Feng Qi was pleasantly surprised to find that blue light oozes from the main body of the mist.

This is obviously because the Lord of Mist activated the will of miracles in his body when he resisted the control of the magic knife.

With the addition of miraculous power, he immediately felt relieved.

Next, you only need to give the Lord of Mist time. His will to resist will continue to strengthen the power of the will of miracles, making the magic knife gradually weaker.

Although the magic knife is strong, it is a mortal thing after all, how can it be compared with a miracle item?

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Feng Qi's face.

Maybe this time the old fan will be able to get a blessing in disguise and get a powerful weapon.

Looking at the lord of the mist who was still struggling, the black mist was slowly shrinking under the pressure of the blue light, and the black mist oozing from the magic knife also decreased.

It can be seen that the magic knife is very resistant to blue light and keeps buzzing.

This weapon reminded Feng Qi of Lu Yue's Jianlan. This type of weapon seemed to have a consciousness born inside.

Compared to Lu Yue's Jian Lan, this magic sword is even more outrageous.

Jian Lan still needs Lu Yue's control, and can't choose what to do, but the magic knife can not only control what it does, but even devour the consciousness of life, turning life into its own flesh and blood slave.

The contest between the will of miracles and the magic knife continues.

As the will of the Lord of Mist became stronger in the resistance, the disadvantage of the magic knife became more and more obvious.

At this time, the shape of the Lord of the Mist has also changed.

The black fog covered his body to form a set of black battle armor. The surface of the battle armor was branded with blood-colored lines. Only the eyes glowing with purple awns were revealed, which looked extremely domineering.

The tip of the dagger in his hand was spewing black mist with the breath of the Lord of the Mist, and the sharp aura rose into the sky.

A low roar squeezed out of the Mist Lord's throat, and the Mist Lord slowly raised the jet-black sword in his hand.

The magic knife seemed to be unwilling to surrender to the Lord of the Mist at all, and trembled in resistance.

At this moment, the Mist Lord suddenly swung a knife in the distance.

In an instant, a ghostly shadow of a magic knife branded with blood-colored lines appeared in the sky.

The phantom disappeared in a flash, and then the ground shook and the mountain shook. Feng Qi turned his head to look, and found that there was a ravine more than a hundred meters long and tens of meters deep in the direction where the magic knife was swung.

Seeing the power of the magic knife, Feng Qi had a look of expectation in his eyes.

He didn't know whether this magic sword was the magic sword that would compete with the Peak Mist Lord in the future, but if it was, it proved that the potential of this magic sword had not been tapped at all.

The lord of the peak fog can kill the lord who controls the miracle item, but the magic knife can only be weak against the lord of the fog.

If the two magic knives are really the same, maybe this magic knife is a miracle item.

At this moment, Feng Qi released his divine body in advance, and a strong sense of weakness suddenly flooded into his heart.

Although his mental power was not exhausted, he still felt a strong sense of backlash and dizziness.

He was not surprised by this.

After all, he is only a sacrifice line, and it is impossible to have the powerful physique of the main timeline to digest the backlash.

Opening the divine body even caused serious trauma to his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

But Feng Qi doesn't care at all. For the sacrifice line, injuries are completely commonplace.

Regardless of the use of any innate ability in the main timeline, it will bring him certain sequelae.

But he never lived to the moment when the sequelae broke out and left this beautiful world early.

After observing the state of his spiritual consciousness for a short time, Feng Qi recovered his consciousness and turned his attention to the Lord of Mist.

The magic knife's resistance continued.

However, under the suppression of the will of miracles, the magic knife trembled and seemed very powerless.

At this moment, Feng Qi suddenly saw the black mist seeping from the magic knife condensed into a blurred face.

Like a dying human being, breathing the outside air greedily with the only remaining vitality.

Realizing that the consciousness in the magic sword was on the verge of dying out, Feng Qi suddenly became curious.

At this moment, his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, entered the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness of the main timeline through the faint light of the spiritual medium, and tried to touch the innate ability "Nightmare".

Immediately, the Nightmare Talent Orb burst into light.

Returning to his senses, Feng Qi once again looked at the blurred face that appeared on the magic knife.

The Nightmare ability can read the opponent's memory fragment when the life is dying.

He wanted to try to see if he could read the memory fragment of the magic knife.

While waiting, nothing happened.

Feng Qi boldly took two steps towards the Lord of Mist.

Yet nothing happened.

Perhaps the physique of the sacrifice line was unable to use the Nightmare ability, or perhaps the magic knife was different from flesh-and-blood creatures such as Mu Qing and Le Ping, so the memory fragments could not be read.

But just when Feng Qi was about to give up, countless information quickly poured into his mind.

A large number of memory fragments were pieced together into a picture, which instantly substituted him into a different world.

"Sister, how do you practice swords?"

"Sister, is my talent really that bad?"

"Sister, I also want to practice knives with you and get the attention of the clan."

At the beginning of the picture, a handsome young man about six or seven years old was sitting on the steps with his cheeks supported, looking at the figure not far away, his eyes were full of envy.

Not far away, stood a slender woman with a beautiful face.

She was holding a black tachi, wearing a white training suit, her long hair was gently held behind her head with a silver ribbon, and the tachi in her hand was constantly chopping and chopping along with her breathing rhythm, standing in front of her to "test the sword".

After a long time, the girl stopped cultivating and turned towards the boy.

"Sister." The boy stood up immediately, a look of anticipation on his face.

"No practice." The girl said without hesitation, and walked up the mountain along the steps.

"A little bit."

The boy seemed to have long thought of such an outcome, and immediately grimaced at his sister's back.

When the elder sister turned back, the boy resolutely restrained his expression and put on a well-behaved look.

"Chaotian, I will punish you for reciting ten lessons tonight."

"Old woman, I will beat and cry when I grow up."

"If you dare not say it, I'll beat you and cry right now."

During the fight, the sister and brother walked along the steps to the front of a great hall on the mountainside.

In front of the main hall is a square, and there are many figures with knives arguing with each other. When they saw the woman coming, they put away their weapons and saluted the woman respectfully.

The woman nodded gracefully and led her brother into the hall.

On both sides of the main hall were neatly placed scrolls made of animal skins. There were also three statues standing in the center of the main hall, and three different shaped swords were placed in front of them.

The woman came to the position where the scrolls were placed on the left, picked up a scroll, and began to read carefully.

Seeing this, the young man beside him immediately pouted.

At this moment, the woman looked at the boy and said earnestly:

"The knife is a murder weapon. Your body is not fully developed yet. You can't bear the energy of the knife entering your body. Let's talk about it when you grow up."

"Yes, yes, what the old woman said is right." The boy muttered impatiently.

Looking at his elder sister who ignored him and began to read books seriously, the young man made a secret vow in his heart that he would become a swordsman who is admired by his clan like his elder sister in the future.

Time flies, time is like an arrow.

The boy finally waited for his 16-year-old coming-of-age ceremony.

On this day, the mountains of the clan were lit up with lanterns, and a saber-giving ceremony for the new generation was being held.

Chaotian and hundreds of teenagers of the same age were awarded the sword talisman in the square on the mountainside, proving that they have reached adulthood. After that, they can practice the sword script in the clan and become a reserve swordsman.

After the ceremony, Chaotian followed the patriarch to the knife mound on the top of the mountain.

There are various types of knives inserted here, and even if you stand far away, you can feel Ling Lie's knife swept across your face.

Many of these knives have been rusted by the wind and rain, full of traces of time, and even half-broken knives.

Most of the "knives" here are left by predecessors.

Inside the knife is a wisp of the sword intent of the predecessors.

In the second stage of the ceremony, you need to choose your own natal sword in the sword mound.

Said to be selected, more accurately said to be selected.

Most of the knives in the knives have spirituality, and the knife intent retained inside can sense whether the picker is his match.

If they get the approval of the ancestral sword, they will skip the step of forging the sword and directly obtain their own natal sword.

Compared with re-forging, it is obviously easier to obtain directly.

After all, the knives here have been nurtured by their ancestors, and they have even experienced generations of masters, so they are no longer ordinary things.

Chaotian, like his peers, stepped into the sword mound with great anticipation.

It was here that his sister got one of the three famous swords of Torazuka, "Tiantu", and he also expected that he could become the selected talent like his sister.

As soon as the selection started, the ground of the sword mound began to tremble.

I saw more than ten knives trembling from the ground, flying into the hands of different figures.

The surface of the knife, which had been silent for a long time, was shining brightly, and the rust was falling off. The teenagers who were recognized showed their surprised expressions one after another.

Seeing this scene, Chaotian was extremely envious.

As time passed, he wandered in the knife mound, trying to find his natal knife.

But the cruel reality hit him.

Until the end of the second round of the ceremony, he did not get his own natal sword.

After the ceremony of giving the knife, Chaotian, who returned home, felt sad and could not accept that his talent was not recognized by the ancestor knife.

Facing the comfort of his parents, Chaotian forced a smile on his face, saying that even if he didn't get the approval of the Ancestral Sword, it would be fine. He wanted to cultivate a sword of his own.

But that night, Chaotian came to Daozuka alone.

Standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the sea of ​​clouds surging under the moonlight, his heart was full of depression.

At this moment, a shadowy figure appeared beside her.

"Stinky boy, it's just that I didn't get the Ancestral Sword, so it's necessary to be so depressed."

Chaotian didn't turn his head, looked at the surging sea of ​​clouds and said helplessly:

"Old woman, you got Tiantu, one of the three famous swords, but as your brother, I have nothing."

"So your inner gap is too big to accept?"

"If you don't accept it, you have to accept it. Tomorrow I will go to the foundry building and ask Uncle Crack to make me an exclusive knife. In the future, I will personally cultivate it as a life knife, or even an artifact like the three famous swords."

Hearing these words, a sweet smile appeared on the woman's stern face:

"Good job, as expected of my brother, he didn't let me down. I thought you were about to collapse. I'm optimistic about your future."

"I don't need you to be optimistic. When I become strong enough, I will beat you and make you bully me from childhood."

Saying that, Yunhai, who was facing the sky in front of him, took a posture of drawing his sword.

"Then you have to work hard. My strength is improving very fast."

"That day won't be far away..."

In the days that followed, Chaotian went to the forging building to create his own knife.

He named it "Chasing God".

In Chaotian's heart, elder sister is always a god.

She has had a talent beyond ordinary people since she was a child. During her coming-of-age ceremony, she was actively approached and recognized by a famous sword and became its new owner.

But Chaotian did not admit defeat.

He also wanted to become a genius admired by his clan, just like his sister.

In order to catch up with her sister's growth, she worked hard day after day.

The tiger's mouth holding the knife cracked and healed, and the force of the knife gradually condensed in his heart. He relied on his own efforts and hard work to surpass his peers one after another.

But the gap with his sister has not been narrowed with his efforts.

He witnessed the rise of his elder sister with his own eyes, from being the strongest among his peers, to defeating one clan elder after another, and becoming the arrogance that the whole clan had high hopes for.

As for my sister's growth, I look up to the sky and feel joy in my heart.

Sister is his goal, but more importantly, his relatives, the pride of his heart forever.

It is his choice to chase after his sister, but he hopes that her sister can go higher and farther.

On this day, the sword clan and the sword clan held a competition.

Chaotian followed his sister to battle.

The venue of the competition was in the training square of the Sword Clan.

This is the first time Chaotian has come to the sword clan's clan.

But he already knew something about the Sword Clan.

The Sword Clan is a racial force in the mountains next to the Sword Clan. The genealogy of the two clans can prove that the two clans once originated from the same lineage.

At that time, it was not called the Sword Clan, nor the Sword Clan, but the Tool Clan.

At that time, the weapon clan was a well-deserved strong clan. The territory spanned three small worlds. There were twelve meridians in the clan. The position of the patriarch is basically alternately held by the leaders of the sword clan and the sword clan.

The history books record the glorious period of the Qi family.

However, the power of the utensils lasted less than a thousand years before ushering in the terminator.

According to the descriptions in the history books, there were foreign servants who wanted to resist the rule in the resource mines of the Qi tribe.

The tool clan who got the news didn't take it seriously, and just sent a team to suppress it.

The result was surprising. The servants they could suppress at will suddenly possessed great strength, draining the blood of the team members they sent.

The Axe Sect, who was in charge of managing the resource land at that time, did not report the matter. He felt that the situation was completely controllable. The elders of the Axe Sect at that time decided to deal with the matter in person.

The elders of the Axe Sect took action and quickly suppressed the riots in the resource land.

But no one would have thought that this riot would become the trigger for the demise of Qi Zong.

The servant who started the riot did not die, but was injured and fled. In the future, he would often come to this resource land to hunt members of the Axe Sect.

The members of the Axe Sect killed by him will be drained of blood and die.

During this period, the servants of riots grew rapidly in strength.

In less than a year, the axe sect elder who was able to easily defeat the riot slave also died in his hands.

When the Axe Sect realized that the situation was uncontrollable, he was already powerless.

The servant who could be easily suppressed back then has become a climate.

In the next few decades, the Twelve Vessels of the Qi Sect were destroyed in the war with the rioting slaves, and ten of them were destroyed. The Sword Sect and the Sword Sect also suffered heavy losses.

In the end, Jian Zong and Dao Zong faced an irreversible situation ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and chose to completely let go of the foundation laid by their ancestors and escaped from other small worlds.

This generation of Qizong dynasty came to an end.

The tide of the times took away the former king, and the little slave in the mine, who was once insignificant in the eyes of Qi Zong, established his own dynasty and became the king who led the new era of the small world in which he lived.

Therefore, the sword clan and the sword clan can get along relatively harmoniously.

After all, their ancestors come from the same vein, and they have the same language and cultural heritage.

In this competition, Chaotian knew that he was not the protagonist.

But he was full of expectations for his sister's performance.

When the memory screen arrived here, it became intermittent.

Returning to his senses, Feng Qi looked up at the still struggling Lord of the Mist.

The perspective of this picture is confusing, he doesn't know why the magic knife has such a memory.

With doubts, he took a few steps forward to get closer to the magic knife.

At this time, the consciousness in the magic knife was on the verge of collapse under the suppression of the will of miracles.

When Feng Qi approached, new fragmented images of memories came one after another, and they were re-spliced ​​into a new image in his mind...

Explosion tomorrow.

Thanks to Sister Changli for the 20,000 starting coins.

Chapter end