Countless pictures are in Feng Qi's mind.

He saw the evils committed by several masters holding the magic sword.

Countless faces full of pain appeared in front of Feng Qi, flashing past.

This is the process that integration needs to go through.

If you want to complete the fusion with the magic sword and enter a symbiotic state, you need to accept part of the memory of the magic sword.

This process is mutual.

The Demon Sword also needs to read part of his memory in order to achieve a mind-to-heart connection.

More and more fragments of images flashed through my mind, along with the pain of the previous masters of the magic sword and the feelings of facing death.

But these pictures did not make Feng Qi shaken even a little bit.

He did not escape, he faced killing and death, and his state of mind had already transcended the fear of facing death.

For other lives, there is only one life.

But for him, every death is new, and the endless reincarnation has already tempered his state of mind as hard as steel.

What's more important is that he has already seen the memory of the magic knife, and he has already endured the pain caused by it at the sacrifice line, and it will not have a secondary impact on him.

At the same time, the negative emotions entrenched in his spiritual consciousness were far more influential than the killing energy of the magic sword.

To Feng Qi, this kind of training is like children's play, not worth mentioning.

At this time, the magic knife was also reading Feng Qi's memory fragments.

During this process, the magic knife was completely numb.

The memory images flashed by quickly, and Demon Sword's state of mind gradually changed from indifferent at first, to shock, and finally to panic.

Only then did he understand the secret behind this mysterious man.

This secret did not make Mo Dao feel lucky. Behind the time retrieval were countless painful struggles, and the calmness in the face of despair countless times moved Mo Dao's face.

"Ahhhhh!"

The painful wail of the demon knife suddenly sounded in Feng Qi's mind.

During the fusion process, Mo Dao began to understand the negative emotional impact Feng Qi suffered.

Having never experienced the challenge process of heart refining, the magic knife feels like it has been hit hard.

At this time, he even felt that the dark murderous mood in his heart was simply heaven, and the suppressed negative emotions of this mysterious boy were the real devil's cave.

Demon Sword's consciousness became unstable.

Just when Mo Dao felt that his consciousness might collapse, the influence of negative emotions began to fade away, and he saw the power of countless positive energies.

Hope, fellow travelers, common goals, never giving up, future ideals... Countless scenes describe Feng Qi's inner firm belief, and they are the strength that gives him the choice to go on a road full of thorns.

These positive energies converge into a steady stream of forward momentum.

Wei Wei, Mu Qing, Lin Ran, Lord of the Mist, Tianshu, Mu Yan... countless figures are filled with white light, relaying with Feng Qi, accompanying him to climb the desperate situation.

The positive belief that emerges after the negative emotions disappear consolidates the consciousness that the demonic path is about to collapse.

When the flashing images dissipated, the magic knife fell silent for an instant.

The contempt for Feng Qi in his heart disappeared at this time.

Through these memory fragments, Mo Dao finally understood what a great warrior Feng Qi was.

To describe it as "great" is actually not an exaggeration at all.

Even though he had more than a thousand years of killing and growing up, he felt that apart from his strength, his mentality was more than one level behind Feng Qi.

Looking at Feng Qi, who was still standing calmly in the murderous mood, respect for him arose spontaneously.

At this time, the memory image of the magic sword in Feng Qi's mind also disappeared.

He opened his eyes and saw a pitch black magic knife slowly emerging from the darkness, hovering in front of him.

"Come on, from now on you will hold the sword and become a god with me!"

Hearing the old voice of the magic knife ringing in his mind, Feng Qi smiled lightly, stretched out his right hand and grabbed the handle of the knife.

In an instant, the darkness in front of me faded away like a tide.

The breeze outside blew against my cheeks. I looked up and saw the Lord of Mists with a solemn expression and the staff involved in this space project.

Looking ahead, he found that he was holding the magic knife straight.

"I succeeded."

"I know you can." The Lord of the Mists grinned, stretched out his hand and gave a thumbs up.

At this moment, the voice of the magic knife exploded in Feng Qi's mind:

"Boy, the fusion and symbiosis on the consciousness level has been completed, but the symbiosis on the physical level has not yet been completed. Be prepared, it will be very painful next!"

As he finished speaking, the magic knife in Feng Qi's hand began to melt and turned into countless pitch black tentacles spreading towards his right arm.

Soon, Feng Qi was wrapped in the melted magic knife.

Intense pain instantly invaded the whole body.

Feng Qi naturally understood the significance of this process. In the process of fusion of flesh and blood, the magic knife would become the extension of his body, reaching the point where he could use his fingers like an arm.

This step is also the key to becoming a knife wielder.

After completing the transformation of flesh and blood, his physical fitness will be greatly improved, and the magic knife will become a special organ of the body that is more important than his heart.

In the future, the growth of the Demon Sword will also lead to the simultaneous growth of his physical fitness.

For example, the magic sword absorbs energy, blood, and spiritual ores, and his body will be strengthened accordingly, including the training for future ascension challenges.

This is the magical effect of symbiosis.

When the pain began to subside, Feng Qi could clearly detect the presence of the magic knife.

The jet-black liquid also changed accordingly, and a domineering jet-black armor that was symbiotic with flesh and blood emerged on the surface of the body.

The jet black armor covered his whole body, leaving only his eyes exposed.

The aura on Feng Qi's body increased steadily, and the sharp energy spread to the surroundings with his breathing. The Lord of Mist and the staff on the side immediately began to retreat.

The body of the sword demon is generated.

Feng Qi didn't even need to swing his sword, as the terrifying sharp sword energy was emanating from his body.

And the integration has also come to the last critical moment.

The black liquid on the pitch-black armor began to gather towards Feng Qi's right hand, and continued to change the shape of the weapon.

In this process, the magic knife will condense the most suitable knife shape for him through the memory images it has absorbed.

As time goes by, the changes in the black liquid slow down, and the blade begins to condense...

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