"It's strange, these bamboo slips have almost recorded all the historical changes in the Shenluo Continent, how can there be no content about the war between gods and demons tens of thousands of years ago?"

Feng Xi kept flipping a large pile of bamboo slips in front of him, and said with some irritability.

These days, Feng Xi once again looked through all the classics in the stone house, and sorted them out in order of the time of the records, and found that the historical records of tens of thousands of years in these classics, except for the war between gods and demons, there is almost no blank space, as if the origin of history only started after the war of gods and demons.

Could it be that the legend of the great battle of gods and demons that Meng Li talked about is just a legend, not a real one?

Feng Xi couldn't figure it out, and only vaguely felt that he was eager to know more about the war between gods and demons.

"These bamboo slips are very old at a glance, I don't know how many generations have been handed down, it is already very good to be complete to this extent, the one you are looking for may have been lost in the process of inheritance."

Zi Mo shook his fluffy tail, leaned against the shady place on the side of the stone house, and said lazily.

His figure at this time was already a full circle larger than when Feng Xi first saw him, his limbs were a lot thicker, and his face was not as round as before, and he finally looked like a fox.

Even the voice of talking to Feng Xi in his consciousness has changed a lot, from the voice of the little milk baby to the voice of a seven or eight-year-old child.

Feng Xi looked down at his shorter sleeves and trouser legs, and obviously felt that he was also a lot taller.

She couldn't help but be a little stunned, there is no time in the valley, how long has she been in the valley?

Two years, or three years?

It should have been three years, Feng Xi stood up and looked at the grass outside that was roasted by the scorching sun, such a blazing summer was the third time he had experienced.

She put down the bamboo slip in her hand, put aside the matter of the war between gods and demons for the time being, and then said calmly:

"I plan to refine the natal spirit weapon in the near future."

"Although the natal spirit weapon can be cultivated by a first-order spirit master, many spiritual cultivators do not start to practice until the second order, after all, the natal spirit weapon is extraordinary, if it fails, the backlash against itself is very great."

Zi Mo thought about it and said with some dissuasion.

After the spiritual level reaches the first order, you can sacrifice your own natal spirit weapon in the dantian, the natal spirit weapon and the spiritual cultivation are one, and can be sacrificed at any time with the mind of the spirituality, changing the size and appearance, and can be used as a weapon or shield in battle.

Just like the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, most of the natal spiritual weapons are sacrificial swords, and with the blessing of the Qingfeng Jue they practice in terms of efficacy, they can fly with the sword, and the speed is considered to be the top among the many sects in the Eastern Wilderness.

Feng Xi has been cultivating for a long time after breaking through the first-order spirit master, and now her cultivation has stabilized at the peak of the first order, although she has not broken through the second order, but she is now full of spiritual power in her dantian, and her cultivation is also steady and steady, which is also the reason why she dares to refine the spirit weapon now.

Therefore, she still insisted:

"I've already figured it out."

Seeing this, Zi Mo knew that Feng Xi's mind had been decided.

Zi Mo knew Feng Xi, she had never done anything she was not sure of, and she probably put forward this plan after considering it thoroughly, so she didn't say anything more.

After a few days of preparation, Feng Xi came to the edge of the Yin River, the river water was still clear, no different from the beginning, but only two or three Lingzi fish were still swimming in the water.

At first, the Lingzi fish in the water was not afraid of her at all, and when she went into the water, she would even come over densely and circle around her, but later she was probably caught too much, and the remaining fish also felt like they were in danger, and they didn't know where to swim to hide, and even the fish they had eaten in recent times were caught by Zi Mo diving into deeper waters.

Feng Xi shook his head and smiled bitterly.

It seems that it is indeed time to get out of here.

However, before that, you need to prepare yourself with more means to save your life.

With the cold breeze by the Yin River, Feng Xi sat down cross-legged, her body shimmering with a faint golden light in the evening sun.

The spiritual power in the body is running, and the spiritual power that was originally scattered around the body is gathered in the dantian, white, blue, red, purple, gray, and the rich five-color spiritual power is mixed together, but it is not messy at all, but it swims in an orderly manner, and the rich color wraps the spiritual pill in the middle almost can't be seen clearly.

If other spiritual cultivators saw this scene, they would definitely be extremely surprised, not to mention the five-color spiritual power, just this degree of richness was enough for cultivators to break through from the peak of the first order to the second order spirit master!

But Feng Xi seemed to be suppressing his spiritual power and deliberately did not advance.

I saw Feng Xi Ning's mind calm, controlling the spiritual power to gather under the spirit pill, slowly fusing them together, shrinking in size, and shrinking again, and the five-colored spiritual power gradually condensed.

Then he carefully pulled out a trace of extremely fine spiritual power from the golden elixir, and began to outline a faint outline in the dantian with his own mind, and the pure and extremely golden color was the origin of Fengxi's cultivation.

With the fullness of the outline, Feng Xi slowly introduced the five-colored spiritual power under the dantian, and a small spiritual weapon model gradually appeared.

She had already thought of her natal spiritual weapon, not a sword, not a sword, not a whip, but

Umbrella!

Yes, a small umbrella with light flowing is in a position next to the elixir at this time, slowly rotating, the color of the umbrella surface is constantly changing and alternating, the body of the spirit weapon is gradually condensed from illusory to condensed, and the power contained in it is from the outside to the beginning of the introverted.

Finally, the small umbrella stopped rotating, and the golden umbrella and the golden elixir were juxtaposed, looking exceptionally harmonious.

However, Fengxi was still not satisfied.

Not enough, not enough!

The five-colored spiritual power around the dantian was still pouring in, and soon the spiritual power in the dantian was exhausted, and the state of fullness before the sacrifice was diametrically opposite.

However, the small umbrella still did not react much.

A day and a night passed, Zi Mo came to the Yin River, and looked at Feng Xi who was still sinking in the state of the sacrificial vessel with some concern.

The wind was blowing, and a huge suction force suddenly erupted in Feng Xi's body, frantically absorbing the aura around him, and in a short time, the grass and trees within a radius of dozens of meters seemed to be instantly absorbed by the aura, and the branches and leaves hung down.

The Yin River water stirred up layers of ripples, and a few droplets splashed on Feng Xi's face, sliding down her much more resolute cheeks quickly.

After about a quarter of an hour, the surroundings calmed down, and the aura around Feng Xi was a lot lower, and Zi Mo, who had a natal connection with Feng Xi, was suddenly shocked:

"How did you fall to the First Order Great Spirit Master? Directly dropped a whole small step, did the sacrifice fail? ”

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