In the courtyard of the house, Sancheng Zhenren was paralyzed, lying on his back on a chair, smiling at Chen Zimeng.

"You doll, you're very smart!"

"The seniors laughed!"

"Hahaha, are you laughing, tell me, when you're on the street, how do you perceive my methods, and still be able to dissolve them with a long sword without revealing the slightest breath?"

The words of the real person made Yan Qiaocheng and the others shocked in their hearts, and they all sat up straight and looked at Chen Zimeng.

It turned out that at the moment of encounter, Chen Zimeng held a sword against the Sancheng Zhenren who already knew that it was the Imperial Spirit, in order to break the attack.

In this way, Yan Qiaocheng was extremely shocked, Chen Zimeng's skills were stronger than him, not just a little bit.

Even Yan Zhan and the others looked at each other, they didn't notice the slightest fluctuation at all, but it was equivalent to being saved by Chen Zimeng once.

Chen Zimeng just drank wine and didn't answer, and after a long time, Chen Zimeng turned his head to look at the dense crowd of people standing outside the courtyard, among them, there were many spiritual power fluctuations, some strong and some weak.

sighed, and waved his hand, "That's it, your little baby has a certain chance to be created, and it is a coincidence that you can come here, but it's a pity, I can't let you go out like this." ”

"You have also seen that my divine relics are quiet and peaceful in this mountain, and after you go out, if you expose us here, then what greets us will be restless!"

Chen Zimeng shook his head and laughed, "Come to think of it, this is not the reason why the predecessors kept us, right?"

Nodding, Sancheng Zhenren glanced at Chen Zimeng deeply, "Doll, stay! You are not very old, but you have such a cultivation, you can pass on the mantle to you if you stay, I have a "Transformation Technique", if you practice, over time, you can also reach the Imperial Spirit Realm!"

After a pause, Sancheng Zhenren added.

"Even if it's the Transformation Realm, it's okay!"

Sancheng Zhenren was tempted, and all along, he needed a disciple who could inherit his "Transformation Technique", but he didn't find it.

"I have been to Tianhehai, Zhongzhou, the Southern Wilderness, Litu, grassland, and even crossed the ocean to the far north, but I have not found the person who can inherit my "Transformation Technique". ”

"Today, I met you, and you have an aura that I know very well, do you know why you came here?"

Chen Zimeng was a little surprised, but after chuckling, he replied: "It's just a coincidence, those people who are chasing and killing us behind us have all retreated!"

"No, they're all dead!" Sancheng snorted, then raised his head.

......

At a long and narrow ropeway, more than a dozen corpses lay on the ground, in a terrible death, covered in blood, and the ground was also full of blood.

The clothes on their bodies exploded, the flesh and blood were blown up, and some of the limbs were even severed in unison, and some of them exploded and turned into minced meat.

They were all the monks of the Huyan family, their heads were well preserved, but they all had terrified expressions on their faces.

......

Yan Qiaocheng was shocked, and Yan Zhan and several people also stood up one after another, only Chen Zimeng looked calm, and after a long time, he just raised his hand and drank wine.

"If you don't want to, no one will be able to get in here, and you won't be able to get out!"

The expression of the real person became more and more cold, and finally he just stared at Chen Zimeng, "The old man appreciates you, but you don't know how to advance and retreat!"

In the midst of raising the sword, Feng Ling was lying on her back, she listened to the words of the real person, and felt funny for a while, as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world.

In this world, is there anything more important than the inheritance of the Curse Sect?

Sancheng Zhenren is a royal spirit, Chen Zimeng can sense that this is just the current imperial spirit, maybe he can still be higher.

But what does it have to do with him?

Sighing, Chen Zimeng put down the wine jug helplessly and looked out of the courtyard, he could sense the emotions of many people, all of them were a kind of hostility towards him, and ...... Envy!

"Senior, what is the use of "Transformation Formula" for me?"

Speaking slowly, Chen Zimeng didn't intend to let Sancheng Zhenren say anything more, stunned for a moment, Chen Zimeng continued, with a little smugness in his words.

"The road I am walking is a road that you can't take, this road, the scenery is infinite, but you know what? Even if you are a spirit, you can't see my way. ”

"Heh, there are not enough Imperial Spirits, there are not enough Transformation Realms, and even the high-ranking Questioning Monk is far from enough!"

"You can't teach me, you're looking for the right person to inherit your mantle, but you know what? That person won't be me!"

"My predecessors have powerful cultivation and extraordinary avenues, but what is the meaning of these to me?"

In the end, Chen Zimeng looked at Sancheng Zhenren and said word by word: "I am always different from you!"

Sancheng Zhenren was expressionless, he just looked at Chen Zimeng, and finally got up and walked towards the outside of the courtyard, but halfway through, Sancheng Zhenren stopped, stood in place, looked up at the sky, there was no moon, but through the opening above, you could see the stars.

"You can accept it, I don't need you to continue on my path, I just want you to accept it!"

The voice that turned into a real person came slowly, but it only led Chen Zimeng to shake his head, "I have accepted it, but I can't make it bigger, so what should I do with it?"

"I don't need you to make him bigger, I just hope that one day, you find a suitable person, pass him on, don't let it be broken, it's already the best!"

Shaking his head, Chen Zimeng said softly: "I don't dare to promise to do it, I won't agree to it from the beginning, senior, you can't keep me!"

...... Jiujiu Chinese

Chen Zimeng and the others lived in the Divine Relic Clan, and they were ordered to arrange a small courtyard for them, and they never showed up again.

Yan Qiaocheng walked around Chen Zimeng's side, Yan Zhan and a few people stood by the door, Yan Qiaocheng hesitated, and finally asked: "Zimeng, why don't you agree to him!

Chen Zimeng didn't reply, but a little girl about seventeen or eighteen years old knocked on the door and came in and brought some fruit.

When leaving, the little girl kept looking at Chen Zimeng, with curiosity and some dissatisfaction on her face.

"Why would you refuse a real person!"

The little girl pursed her lips, and the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, "Do you know?

Seeing Chen Zimeng sitting on one side with his eyes closed, ignoring himself at all, the little girl was even more dissatisfied, stepped forward, raised her hand and was about to slap Chen Zimeng.

But she didn't fight, her hand hung in the air, the little girl tilted her head and thought about it, snorted lightly, and said: "Keep it, you can't leave anyway, keep it and clean you up later!"

After the little girl left, Yan Qiaocheng looked at Chen Zimeng, sighed and said, "Zimeng, do you know what you refused?"

"I thought about it back and forth, and finally let me know where we we've come, this is the Divine Relic Continent, and the people here call themselves the Divine Relic Clan, this, this ......"

"There is only one possibility, they are the legendary warrior tribe left by the gods!"

Xu is finally made Chen Zimeng a little interested, opened his eyes, Chen Zimeng looked at Yan Qiaocheng, "This is a legend about the Divine Relic Continent?"

"Of course, there are secret records in our family that in ancient times, a group of people who claimed to be gods appeared, and under these so-called gods, there were many tribes. ”

Later, I don't know what happened, these gods were involved in a great war with all their tribes, and everyone died. ”

"But there is a tribe, I don't know why, the gods left them behind when they left, and I think it is this god remnant!"

Chen Zimeng was a little surprised, the Divine Relic Continent where he was located seemed to be the realm where the so-called gods were located back then.

But just surprised, Chen Zimeng didn't react at all.

Yan Qiaocheng lowered his body, stared at Chen Zimeng's eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "Don't you think it's a pity?" ”

"This is a treasure of infinite value!"

Chen Zimeng shook his head, leaned to the other side and sat still, closed his eyes and began to cultivate.

"So what?"

Yan Qiaocheng was stunned for a moment, Chen Zimeng's sentence "So what" made him a little puzzled, isn't the cultivation of monks and the Great Dao not important enough?

In a somewhat dilapidated room, a real person sat quietly, with more than a dozen people kneeling behind him, and finally, the voice of a real person slowly sounded.

"That Chen Zimeng, he just doesn't agree to accept my inheritance, what should I do?"

The kneeling people all looked at each other, they really didn't understand why they had to hand over the inheritance to a stranger when they were a real person, and after a long silence, the one on the far left spoke.

"True person, forgive us juniors for being clumsy, we really can't see that there is anything special about this Chen Zimeng, so you have to hand over this "Transformation Technique" to him!"

Several others chimed in.

"Yes, a real person, and that kid doesn't know the goods, he actually refuses, why do we want to pass it on to him?"

"That's right!"

Sancheng Zhenren sighed, stretched out his sleeves, and everyone behind him immediately stopped, just kneeling quietly.

"Where do you understand that this "Transformation Technique" requires an extremely special physique, and I can only barely meet the standard, and none of you can meet the requirements. ”

"For this reason, I searched countless places, but I didn't find anyone who could cultivate the Divine Transformation Technique, all of them were not physically strong. ”

And this Chen Zimeng, his physique is exactly the same as the divine body mentioned by the ancestor Xun, and his compatibility with this "Transformation Divine Formula" can be said to be more suitable than him. ”

Everyone suddenly realized, "I see!"

"So, a few of you hurry up and think of a way, how can we make this Chen Zimeng accept the inheritance of our clan, and not let him have different intentions for our clan!"

The words of the real person made the others silent, and they all lowered their heads and thought about a good plan, but soon, everyone's faces were full of bitterness.

"We don't know what kind of person this Chen Zimeng is!"

"Yes, there's nowhere to start!"

"Real person, I think we might as well go and tell him directly and force him to accept the inheritance. ”

"No, we don't even know who he is, if this guy is a bad heart, there may be some trouble in the future. ”

"What else can I do?"

"I don't know!"

In the end, Sancheng Zhenren rubbed his forehead, stretched out his hand and pressed it a few times in the air, and said, "Okay, okay, I can't think of any good way to look at you." ”

At this time, an old woman in the middle said prostrately: "Real person, I think you might as well not consider handing over this inheritance to Chen Zimeng first, let's test his personality first, the divine body is hard to find, we know, but it is not good to pass it on indiscriminately!"

nodded, and Sancheng Zhenren agreed, "That's the truth, oops, I was reckless, and I searched for people who were not suitable for the "Transformation of the Gods". ”

"You need to test him as a person!"