337 Supre Order
“Picked it up by the roadside?”
Even in his original form, Patriarch Muchen was still dumbfounded. “Such a peerless divine item… can be picked up by the roadside?”
Do you think I am stupid?
Although he did not know the origin of the knife, he could more or less sense through his true form that it was an extrely terrifying divine item!
Not only that, but there was also a mysterious connection between the butcher knife and his true form, the war drum.
It was as if… the butcher knife was his superior and could naturally suppress him!
It was precisely because of this connection that the butcher knife had deviated slightly from its killing move.
Instead of destroying his body and soul, it only destroyed his physical body and beat him back to his original form as a war drum.
For Patriarch Muchen, such a situation was unprecedented and also unheard of!
Logically speaking, even if his true form was broken, it was still a divine artifact. It was hard to imagine that he would be suppressed by a butcher knife!
“Can it be that this butcher knife ca from the sa place as my true form…”
Patriarch Muchen could not help but ponder.
He was a consciousness born after the war drum broke and he was not the original artifact spirit of the war drum, so he knew nothing about the origin of the war drum.
He only knew that from the mont his consciousness was born, he was already buried underground all year round. Fortunately, there was a shockingly large battlefield nearby. Countless people bled every day and the murderous aura surged into the sky, gradually nurturing Patriarch Muchen’s consciousness into a complete state.
Mu ant twilight, which symbolized the end.
Chen was the morning light, born after the end of night.
This was also one of the main reasons why he nad himself “Muchen.”
“But then again, this knife’s consciousness seems to be inferior to mine. Can it just be an instinct just now, and the consciousness is long destroyed? In that case, I might still have a chance…”
Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, and a hint of murderous intent gradually arose in his heart. On the surface, Patriarch Muchen apologized obsequiously, “Fellow practitioner Xia Donghai, I’ve indeed gone overboard this ti…”
Feng Xia stared at him without moving.
“So?”
“So, I’m willing to use a huge secret to exchange for my life…”
Feng Xia brought down his hand, which was still holding onto the butcher knife. He thought for a mont and then nodded. His expression was full of curiosity. “What secret?”
“There’s sothing strange about this wasteland. I’m afraid that the walls have ears. Co closer…”
Feng Xia took a few steps closer, the curiosity in his eyes growing stronger.
“It’s like this…” Patriarch Muchen lowered his voice and said in an extrely mysterious tone, “Little fellow, you’re still too inexperienced to fight !”
Boom—
A tragic blood cloud suddenly erupted like a volcano that had been suppressed to the limit, releasing an earth-shattering destructive fluctuation!
Although his incarnated body had been destroyed, he was more special than ordinary demon beasts. The destruction of his incarnated body did not affect his strength much!
The current Patriarch Muchen was like a venomous snake that had been waiting for an opportunity. He suddenly erupted with venom and launched the most violent surprise attack on Feng Xia!
“You shouldn’t have given a chance to get close—”
“Squat down.”
Patriarch Muchen suddenly heard Feng Xia speak.
What, squat down?
Before Patriarch Muchen could react, his body reacted first.
Bang!
The broken war drum that was covered in dark blood suddenly fell straight to the ground, raising large amounts of dust.
“Amateur…” Patriarch Muchen instinctively rose up again. Blood clouds surged and swept through this wasteland.
“Get down,” Feng Xia said again with a strange expression.
Snap!
The huge war drum fell to the ground again. The surface of the drum collided with the ground. However, as the drum was already broken, the resulting sound was like the sound of air hissing through an old granny’s teeth.
“Damn it! Xia Donghai, what did you use…”
“Do a 333 axel spin on the spot, then do a split of 273 degrees,” Feng Xia blinked and said slowly.
Patriarch Muchen, who was on the verge of going crazy, suddenly stopped.
Then, he began to spin even faster!
“I see…”
At this mont, Feng Xia finally revealed a look of realization.
After a few attempts, he had confird one thing—there was indeed a certain connection between the butcher knife and Patriarch Muchen’s true form, the war drum.
However, this connection was not as absolute as he had imagined. It was more like the effect of one having to obey orders.
When Feng Xia did not give the order through the butcher knife, Patriarch Muchen could still control his body as usual.
However, if Feng Xia gave the order through the butcher knife, Patriarch Muchen had to obey Feng Xia’s order no matter what!
It was like a supre order that he had to complete even if he would get crushed into pieces!
“Ahhhhhh…”
Patriarch Muchen scread, “It’s going to split open! I’m going to split open…”
...
“Stop.”
After waiting for a while, Feng Xia finally spoke.
The struggling Patriarch Muchen suddenly stopped. In his consciousness, there was only confusion and fear.
“Wh-what?”
What exactly happened?
Patriarch Muchen was completely shocked. For a mont, he actually had the illusion that he was going crazy.
Could anyone tell him why, when Xia Donghai gave the order, a feeling from the bottom of his heart would tell him that that was a supre mission that he had to complete?
He must carry it out even if his soul would dissipate.
“Who set this rule? Where did this damn rule co from?!”
Ever since his consciousness was born, this was the first ti Patriarch Muchen felt the urge to vomit blood.
What made him truly almost vomit blood was…
...
Feng Xia actually spoke again!
“Beco one of the girls of Futari wa Pretty Cure.”
“Prove Goldbach’s conjecture.”
“Make Kan Rider.”
Throughout the entire process, Patriarch Muchen only had one expression: ?
What did you say?
What are you talking about?
What exactly are you talking about?
“I see. Although he needs to obey the orders, he will only fall into chaos if it’s an incomprehensible order…” Feng Xia rubbed his chin and fell into deep thought.
What the hell do you see?!
Just as Patriarch Muchen was about to go crazy, a cold wind suddenly blew over from behind him.
It was as if soone had blown at him from behind!
“Who is it?!”
In an instant, Patriarch Muchen, already on the verge of collapse, imdiately let out a spine-chilling scream.
“There’s sothing, sothing behind —”
He could even feel an invisible hand grabbing the drum and dragging him deeper into the darkness!
“You’re still trying to escape?”
Feng Xia suddenly looked over.
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