"Magic Knife."

"Wow, Uncle Magic Knife's barbecue is very fragrant. Boss, are you going to hold a knife again?"

Xiaoyou stood up at this moment and asked excitedly.

Feng Qi:......

While feeling speechless, his mind flashed back to the days when he wielded a knife to challenge the gods. At that time, the magic knife was both his weapon and his barbecue tool.

Every time he hunts a beast in the realm, Xiaoyou will always stand next to the magic knife that spits flames and turns over, looking at the food and drooling.

…

After extracting the memory fluid at the Psychic Research Institute, Feng Qi immediately took Xiaoyou through the stable space teleportation array and arrived at the west supply area.

With the development over the years, the West Supply Area has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Especially for the defense system, an energy protection shield has been set up. Even if there is a sudden expansion of the field crisis, there will still be time to wait for the arrival of support forces.

At this time, Zhang Daowen was standing not far from the stable teleportation array. When he saw him and Xiaoyou arriving, he immediately stepped forward to greet them.

"Uncle Qi, you are here."

"Daowen, what's going on now?"

Faced with the inquiry, Zhang Daowen immediately described in detail the sudden collapse of the Jackal Field in the southwest.

After listening to Zhang Daowen's description, Feng Qi and Zhang Daowen set off for the Jackal Domain.

A few days later, they appeared in the original territory of the Jackal Clan.

As Zhang Daowen said, the ground of this field is full of large and small criss-crossing knife marks.

A nearby mountain was cut in half by the sword energy.

The broken picture in front of me was extremely shocking, as if the whole world had been shattered by the sword energy.

Feeling the remaining fluctuations of the sword's intention in the air, Feng Qi was now certain that it was the magic sword that shattered the jackal's domain.

The question is, where did the magic knife go?

The emergence of the Demon Knife has threatened the security of Dawn City. If the current location of the Demon Knife cannot be determined, the Western Supply Zone and Dawn City may be attacked by the Demon Knife at any time.

"Uncle Qi, we need to find the magic knife as soon as possible. Its existence poses too great a threat to us."

Zhang Daowen frowned and said.

Feng Qi nodded at this moment, then stepped on the criss-crossing knife marks and advanced a certain distance.

Feeling the restless fluctuations of the sword's intention in the air, Feng Qi tried to sense the direction of the magic sword through the fluctuations of the sword's intention.

But after a short try, he gave up.

Although the mechanical nanobug body greatly improved his various abilities, it also caused him to lose the unique breath perception ability of the flesh and blood body.

Standing where he was, Feng Qi fell into thought.

He must find the traces of the magic sword as soon as possible and neutralize the possible threat posed by the magic sword.

But how to find the magic knife is a problem.

After thinking for a long time, Feng Qi came up with an idea and decided to take the initiative to lure the magic knife to come.

After having an idea, his arms suddenly collapsed and turned into two masses of black mist. The mechanical nanoworm accelerated its operation and began to simulate the fluctuation of the sword's power, constantly spreading the sword's power outward.

Time passed, but Feng Qi still didn't see the magic knife appear.

Just when he thought he couldn't summon the magic sword in this way, a spatial crack suddenly appeared in front of him, and the cold sword energy surged in from the spatial crack.

Standing in front of the crack in space, he was like a lone boat in the stormy sea, undergoing the baptism of the sword's will.

I saw a two-meter-tall figure walking from the crack in space.

This figure was wearing a dark red ferocious sword armor that covered his whole body, and his whole body revealed endless killing intent. His scarlet eyes were full of killing desire, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, ready to choose people and devour them.

In the hand of this figure is a three-meter giant blade that does not match the figure. Dark red liquid flows on the surface of the giant blade, and there is a gem that looks like an eye on the handle.

This is obviously the new form of the magic sword in the hands of its new owner.

However, Feng Qi observed that the person holding the magic sword was not the sword holder, but a flesh and blood puppet, and the energy and blood fluctuations in his body were extremely weak.

Apparently the previous owner had died, but the magic sword could not find a new holder, so he took a sword slave from his body to hold it.

Although he didn't take action, the pressure of the sword coming towards him was getting stronger and stronger at this moment.

His mechanical nanobug body collapsed under the force of the sword.

Feng Qi immediately controlled the mechanical nanoworm and regrouped his body. The operating load of the mechanical nanoworm reached 37%, resisting the pressure of the sword.

The sword slave holding the magic sword stretched out his hand and patted behind him, and the space crack behind him immediately healed.

Looking up and meeting Feng Qi's eyes, Demon Sword's heart rippled.

When he felt the familiar fluctuation of sword power nearby, he was extremely surprised. The first thing he thought of was that there might be descendants of the sword clan nearby.

But he soon denied his suspicion.

The sword clan's sword power does not appear in this kind of fluctuation, but the perceived sword power fluctuation is very close to his sword power fluctuation.

This made Demon Sword completely confused.

The former masters who practiced his sword skills have all died in the endless challenge to ascend to the gods, and he has never taught non-sword holders to practice their own sword skills, so why do strange beings who master their own sword skills appear?

With doubts, he chose to tear apart the space to come, hoping to solve the doubts in his heart.

The moment he saw Feng Qi, Mo Dao's inner doubts intensified.

He found that the life standing in front of him could not even be called life. There was no trace of energy and blood fluctuations in his body, and he was more like a metal puppet.

He didn't understand how the guy in front of him could master the sword without a body of flesh and blood.

This is obviously illogical.

Just when Demon Sword was about to ask, he saw a smile on the face of the metal puppet standing in front of him and said something that made him unbelievable:

"Chaotian, long time no see."

"you know me?"

"Not only do we know each other, we have also fought side by side to defeat Jian Ji."

Hearing these words, Demon Sword's heart stirred up huge waves.

Just a few sentences, but a lot of information.

Let Demon Sword realize one thing, the metal puppet in front of him knows him very well.

Not only did he know the name before his incarnation as the Demon Sword, he even knew about the existence of Jian Ji.

What he said about working together to defeat Jian Ji made Mo Dao have many doubts in his heart.

He did not remember that he had ever interacted with the metal puppet in front of him, and the Demon Sword, filled with doubts in his heart, fell silent at this moment.

He tried hard to look through his memories, but couldn't find any memory images related to the metal puppet in front of him.

Thinking of this, a guess came to Mo Dao's mind.

Perhaps the metal puppet in front of me was once my knife-wielding person. His flesh and blood body was destroyed in a certain challenge to become a god. In the end, I made a metal puppet body to accommodate my consciousness, and then I was lucky enough to survive. And at that time

He himself was shattered by the fierce battle, fell into a coma after finding a safe area, and lost the memory of a challenge to ascend to the gods.

But this speculation was quickly denied by the magic knife.

If there is memory loss, time will inevitably be incomplete, but the time connection in his memory is complete, and it is obvious that no memory has been lost.

With doubts, Demon Sword asked in a deep voice:

"who are you?"

Without waiting for Feng Qi to answer, Xiaoyou standing next to him said excitedly:

"He is the boss, I am Xiaoyou, Uncle Dao, I really missed your barbecue, I finally waited until you showed up, I am so happy."

"Xiaoyou, please stop talking, or you may be chopped into pieces by your uncle." Feng Qi glared at Xiaoyou and pulled her back to him:

"Give me the memory fluid."

"Okay, boss."

Xiaoyou reached out and took out a potion filled with blue liquid from the space bracelet he carried with him, and handed it to Feng Qi's hand, but his eyes were still fixed on the sword slave, his expression eager to try.

Feng Qi, who took the memory potion, handed the potion to the sword slave:

"There is a memory of the time when we were together stored here. You will know the answer after absorbing it."

After taking the memory potion, Demon Knife was doubtful, but he still chose to throw the potion into his mouth, bit the glass and swallowed the memory liquid into his belly.

As for whether this tube of medicine had any hidden dangers, he wasn't worried at all.

The sword slave he currently controls can be abandoned at any time, and even if the potion is highly poisonous, it will not have any impact on him.

As for mental poisons, he was even less worried.

His consciousness is integrated with the magic sword. As long as the magic sword is not broken, as a weapon spirit, his consciousness will be immortal.
Chapter completed!