Feng Zhiping didn't believe his guess, even if he saw it with his own eyes now, he didn't want to believe it.

But whether he believed it or not, the sword aura was still approaching at a rapid pace, and the terrifying speculation quickly took over his mind as it approached, and in a short moment, thousands of thoughts were born.

The sounds of suspicion, of justification, of absurd laughter, of mournful weeping, of countless voices were mixed together so loudly that he could not distinguish them, nor could he hear the outside world, and finally converged into a sickening, sharp tinnitus.

The scenes were staggered in all directions in front of him, shaking disgustingly, he didn't want to see it, but the pictures came from his mind, from his heart, and he was powerless to stop it.

When the sword qi approached two feet in front of him, all the pictures and sounds disappeared, and the suddenly empty mind was filled with an indescribable sense of emptiness, and a sad and helpless thought quietly emerged.

I'm going to die.

A deep despair ensued.

Time slowed down abruptly at this moment, and the deadly sword qi was like a turtle crawling.

Feng Zhi looked at it straight, watched it persistently and slowly approached him, looked at the curling flame seedlings escaping from its condensed main body, and watched it bloom with dazzling magnificence on the tip of the substance, and the voice of despair sounded in his heart again.

I'm going to die.

But I don't want to die!

Who can come to my rescue?!

No one can save me, only I can save me, haven't you figured it out a long time ago?

The voice of each sentence is self-questioning and self-answering, but in the second half of the last sentence, the voice has not changed, but the tone seems to be another person, plain, indifferent, and emotionless.

At the same time, Feng Zhiping's eyes also changed, the colors of despair and abandonment disappeared, replaced by perseverance and unyielding that could not be looked at directly, and the vision shifted from the outside world to the body, and turned to the sword species at the core of the Qi Sea, looking at this dark and lightless little dot, the heart full of strong obsession sounded gently.

"I don't want to die, help me!"

The sword species had long been integrated with him and was a part of him, but he knew that it was not entirely his own, because it had not listened to much so far, but at this moment, they had to agree.

"It's not time to play tricks, I know you're not doing your best, helping me is helping yourself!"

I don't know if it's an illusion, Feng Zhiping felt that there was a pair of eyes in the sword seed looking at him, and when he wanted to explore, the feeling disappeared again, and the sword seed seemed to stop rotating without any deceleration process, beating three times like a heart, and each beat swelled up in a circle, and after three times, it changed from the size of a red bean to the size of a grape.

The next moment, the suction, which was several times stronger, spread out with the sword species as the center, Feng Zhiping was pleasantly surprised, he had experienced this feeling once, on that floating island in the sea of clouds, this was the result he wanted!

Unlike the first time, this time he went through the whole process in detail, and when he realized that his consciousness was about to be sucked in, he was a little flustered, and he didn't know whether to obey or struggle.

Before he could think about it clearly, he felt that he was "stretched", a part of his consciousness entered the sword species, and the outer part continued to stretch and split, just like the Yuan Force filament, and finally the main part returned to his mind, and the rest were scattered all over the body, forming an extremely complex network of veins similar to meridians, and the core was not the brain, but the sword species.

Feng Zhiping didn't find that he had any bad symptoms, on the contrary, he had never been better at this moment.

His mind is incomparably clear, useless emotions seem to have disappeared, every change in his body is under control, his five senses are sharpened several times, and his intuition is also a little stronger, even without the use of his eyes and spiritual sense, he can faintly perceive the location and degree of threat of the threatening things around him.

Miraculously, the pain did not increase with the five senses, but decreased a lot, not only did the body not feel the heat of the outside world, but even the burning pain caused by the fire spiritual power that invaded the body was not so strong, and the body instantly relaxed.

Feng Zhiping did not indulge in the magical state at this moment, his dilated pupils re-contracted, he looked at the sword qi that was close to a foot, and while following his instinct to give up dodging and take the initiative to raise his hand forward, a strange thought crossed his heart.

It turned out that only a split second had passed.

At this moment, it seemed as if a long time had passed, in fact, it was shorter than the blink of an eye.

Feng Moxiu didn't have his experience, but he felt the same way.

In this moment, he clearly saw all kinds of changes in Feng Zhiping's body, from despair to unyielding to inhuman calmness at this moment, this is not something that one person can do, no one can have so many such violent emotional turns in an instant, not even the most crazy madman!

Unless...

A thousand love tips?

No, it can't be a panacea!

Feng Moxiu instantly denied the idea.

Her own senior sister understands that she is outrageously strict in selecting apprentices, there are so many excellent seedlings in Mochizuki Peak, counting You Shuang'er, who is secret, there are only three of them who really worship her, and "A Thousand Feelings Formula" is a dead rule set by herself to pass on women and not men, and when she heard that Master Zun was alive, she couldn't persuade her, and it was impossible for Feng Zhiping to learn it.

So why?

Without waiting for Feng Moxiu to understand, he saw Feng Zhiping raise his hand and take the initiative to catch the sword qi, and his scalp immediately exploded.

"No!!"

With a violent roar, the spiritual thoughts were in a hurry, but it was too late!

He watched as the sword qi crashed into Feng Zhiping's hand and exploded into flames, drowning Feng Zhiping, shattering the wall and overturning the roof, and his heart was like falling into an ice cellar.

Finished!

Ping'er... Finished!

From beginning to end, he didn't want to kill him, in his calculations, Feng Zhiping either dodged or didn't stiffen, with his control, no matter which one he could make the sword qi turn and stagger at the last moment, leaving only a little high-intensity fire spirit power to infiltrate Feng Zhiping's body.

What he wants is to create an extremely realistic desperate situation, so that Feng Zhiping can feel the feeling of dying, and lead the sword species to appear to protect the lord so as to take the opportunity to break into the sea of qi to catch it, figure out its nature and hidden dangers, if it can't be triggered, then think of other ways, he never thought of really killing him.

But after thousands of calculations, he didn't expect Feng Zhiping to take the initiative to beg for death.

In the blink of an eye, he was still rejoicing at the change in Feng Zhiping's unhuman-like state, convinced that it was the effect of the sword species, and in an instant, he fell to the bottom, looking at his son who was burned into a fireball, his heart was like ashes, and his young handsome face seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant, and the whole person exuded a decadent aura of dying wood.

How can this be good...

How can you explain this to his mother...

Damn, how could it be, how could it be!

All the self-blame in his heart couldn't turn back time, Feng Moxiu stiffened and didn't move, his eyes lost their brilliance, and they were full of pain and despair.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and the pain and despair turned into disbelief.

I saw that the fireball burned angrily for a moment and then shrank rapidly, and Feng Zhiping, who had no eyebrows and was scorched and curled, was revealed, his eyes were still bright, but there was no joy, no sorrow, no emotion, and it was so calm that it made people panic. Zero Zero Book House

"Ping... Ping'er!"

Feng Moxiu's voice was dry, and he threw away the tablet and raised his hand to step forward to hug it, but after only two steps, a sharp palm knife appeared on the side of his neck.

So fast!

Feng Moxiu was taken aback, although he lost his mind, Feng Zhiping's speed was indeed fast enough, at least three times faster than before, but this kind of surprise attack had no effect on him at all.

There was no need to use his hands, it was too late to do it, he directly blocked it with his spiritual thoughts condensed into an invisible shield on the side of his neck, and released his spiritual power to imprison Feng Zhiping.

Feng Zhiping seemed to have expected it in advance, the palm knife was useless at all, and he changed it to a flat palm halfway through, and inserted his five fingers into the spiritual thought shield and pulled it violently, as if he wanted to tear this group of spiritual thoughts out of Feng Moxiu's control.

"The stinky boy has a lot of ideas. ”

Feng Moxiu smiled dumbly, if Feng Zhiping could succeed, then he would not have the face to do anything Red Sword Marquis.

Let his son toss, he accelerated the release of spiritual power and quickly wrapped around Feng Zhiping's arm to the whole body, just when the spiritual power wrapped the entire arm, an amazing suction force suddenly appeared in Feng Zhiping's body, inhaling his spiritual power into his body, and it also spread out and rushed towards him.

"What?!"

Feng Moxiu was shocked, not because he was distressed about his spiritual power, but because he was worried about Feng Zhiping's safety.

His spiritual power benefits from the Chixiao Sword's bias towards fire, condensed, scorching, manic and tyrannical, it is no obstacle to him, but it is the most terrifying fire poison for others, as long as there is a trace of invasion of the opponent's body when the enemy is inflicted, it can cause great obstacles, and if the cultivation gap is too large, it will be turned into charcoal on the spot, Feng Zhiping actually took the initiative to absorb it, and he was simply looking for death!

Not to mention his fire spiritual power, no one's spiritual power can do it, even if he deliberately crosses the internal power to him, he has to slowly receive a little bit of refining according to the specific method, so that if he swallows the jujube and forcibly devours it, the internal force will be turbid and his strength will be greatly reduced, and if it is serious, he will explode the meridians and the sea of qi on the spot, and he will not die or be wasted!

Feng Moxiu hurriedly went to control it, but found that his spiritual power entered Feng Zhiping's body like a mud cow into the sea, and there was no contact.

At the same time, Feng Zhiping's face turned red unexpectedly, the water vapor on his body exuded a heavy smell of sweat, and the raised meridians crawled all over his body like small insects, and he was slightly agitated, but he didn't realize it, he actually reached out and pressed his other hand to Feng Moxiu's chest, wanting to open the source and continue to devour.

"Stinky boy, wake up!"

Feng Moxiu clasped the wrist door of the hand on the side of his neck, and opened the hand that reached his chest with the other hand and slapped it out.

Feng Zhiping's body did not move, his neck shifted strangely backwards and bent horizontally, and after avoiding the slap, he returned to his original position with two gurgles, the terrifying operation made people can't believe that it was a human neck, and the chicken neck was not as flexible as him.

Feng Moxiu didn't have time to study whether his ancestor had anything to do with the chicken who had become a fine spirit, and the moment he grabbed Feng Zhiping's wrist, his face changed again, and he kicked people away while slapping them.

"Damn, what the hell is this falling to the ground, why is it so evil?!"

Feng Moxiu was shocked, the moment he made contact just now, the spiritual power in his body was about to move, wanting to rush into Feng Zhiping's body along the fingers that clasped his wrist, and what was even more terrifying was that the Chixiao Sword was also moving, and there was a trace of hostility against Feng Zhiping against his will!

This hint of hostility did not come from his subconscious at that moment, but the instinctive reaction of the Chixiao Sword after feeling the threat.

It is possible for the natal divine weapon to be born after a long period of cultivation and refining, that is, the machine spirit, the higher the grade, the greater the possibility of giving birth to the machine spirit, and the higher the degree of wisdom and growth potential of the machine spirit born.

Among them, the most famous is the instrument spirit of the three immortal weapons, which has an independent consciousness, complete thinking ability, and extremely high wisdom, which is not changed compared to people.

The other Tianbao's machine spirits are not so strong, and the strongest ones have some low-level wisdom, and can think simply like two or three-year-old children, but they have no independent consciousness and cannot be separated from their masters, which is far less than the three "instrument spirits".

Although the grade of the Chixiao Sword is high, it is not long after Feng Moxiu's cultivation of the sword spirit was born, it is less than ten years, and his spiritual intelligence is extremely low, he can't think at all, and only has a little bit of the lowest instinctive reaction, such as being happy when he soaks in the fire, being unhappy when he is drenched in water, Feng Moxiu will cringe when he is angry, he will remind Feng Moxiu when he feels threatened, and he will fight back on his own when the threat is big enough.

Just like now.

In the face of threats, it became hostile against the will of its master, and when it was angry with its master, it quieted down and did not dare to act in fear.

Feng Moxiu didn't have the time to deal with Chi Xiao, his eyes were fixed on Feng Zhiping, and he couldn't believe that he actually made Chi Xiao feel threatened, remember the last time he had a spontaneous reaction was when he faced Qiu Mobai's Thunder Xiao Sword, Chi Xiao regarded Feng Zhiping as a heaven-level divine soldier of the same level?

Are you kidding!

Feng Moxiu roared angrily in his heart, and then had a new idea.

No, it's not Feng Zhiping, it should be a sword species!

No, it's definitely a sword species!

The stinky boy thinks that the sword species is a panacea, but in fact it is not, it is a magic weapon of the fairy family, an artifact, not a medicine!

This is actually known by looking at the name, the sword seed sword seed must be the seed of the fairy sword, if it is a medicine, it should be called the name of the sword pill and the sword pill, that guy is planted with a fairy sword in his body!

Although I can't imagine how the seed can grow into an immortal sword, this is not the point, the point is that the sword seed is not an immortal medicine but an immortal weapon!

Spiritual weapons can give birth to machine spirits, let alone it?

Look at the three "instrument spirits" that protect the three royal families, can the weapon spirits born from the sword species be weak?

Damn, is it really a dove occupying a magpie's nest?

Or, the Taoist priest who was suspected of being an immortal was really pleasing to Ping'er, saved him and sent him an immortal treasure, ready to borrow his hand to achieve the fourth immortal weapon in the world?

There's no reason for that!

Feng Moxiu fell into a dead end, and he couldn't figure it out.

Said that the dove occupies the magpie's nest is not enough motives, whether that Taoist priest is an immortal or not, his ability is not small, with his ability to do what he wants to do directly, why bother to go around in such a big circle?

What's more, it's too exaggerated to take people out of the local seed handle immortal weapon, and it doesn't make sense to plant it, even if the wisdom of the machine spirit born is high, it is more refined than the three "instrument essences", what is the use, in the end, don't you have to choose a master for people to drive?

Grow for yourself?

It's possible, but it's still not enough, and if he wants to plant a better "land" by his means, why choose Ping'er's "thin field"?

Not to mention the future, let's just say that Feng Zhiping's situation at that time, if he died, wouldn't it be in vain, and he wouldn't even be able to take back the sword seed.

If you want to say that it is pleasing to the eye, it is too child's play, how can Feng Zhiping He De be favored by him?

Taking a step back, even if you really look at the right eye, it is understandable to save people and give a set of immortal methods, and it is normal to cure the heavenly remnant with an immortal pill, but he just gave a fairy treasure, although he healed Feng Zhiping's heavenly remnant, but in order to cure the disease, he gave a heavy treasure, and there is no intention of recycling, so why bother?

Could it be that the fairy world is different from the human world, and medicine is more expensive than instruments?

After a thousand threads flickered, Feng Moxiu took a light breath, looked at his familiar and unfamiliar son, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"