A phoenix phantom appeared in front of him, covered in cyan feathers, Chen Zimeng raised his eyes and looked at it, just like the green phoenix on the dead tree before, but it was much bigger.

In fact, Chen Zimeng is a little puzzled, logically speaking, the inheritance left by the Hajj, there should be a phoenix should also be a phoenix, Fengling is a golden phoenix, but the phantom of the phoenix left by the Hajj is a green phoenix.

Chen Zimeng also found that the green phoenix in front of him exuded coldness, and his eyes were full of dead silence and lifeless.

It's like a puppet, maybe not as good as a puppet.

The green phoenix in front of him waved its wings, and one after another purple streamers rotated, setting off a lot of air waves, which spread in the air.

A strange fluctuation spread, and a lot of spiritual energy accumulated in the air, and Chen Zimeng's body was full of spiritual energy swirls.

Chen Zimeng knew that this was the test of the inheritance left by Feng Hajj, and as the eighth disciple of the Mantra Sect, what Feng Hajj learned was of course spells.

Chen Zimeng was very pleasantly surprised, he needed to build a foundation, of course not now, because building a foundation needed to build a foundation, and he didn't.

Moreover, Chen Zimeng's cultivation of the twelfth layer of Qi cultivation was not consolidated at all, and he needed a chance to re-consolidate his cultivation, otherwise, even if he was given a foundation pill, he would not be able to successfully build a foundation.

Therefore, the inheritance of the Hajj must be obtained.

A ray of light did not enter his body, Chen Zimeng was very puzzled, but he didn't do anything, maybe what he needed was to wait.

In Chen Zimeng's palm, the wound cracked, and the blood turned into a thin line and floated towards Qingfeng in front of him, Qingfeng opened his beak slightly, and blood poured in, making Chen Zimeng's wound hurt.

Frowning, Chen Zimeng wanted to scold his mother, but he really couldn't understand what the hell was left behind by the Hajj.

Just as he was feeling impatient, a voice sounded in his heart.

"What's your name?"

Chen Zimeng was stunned, and then replied, "Chen Zimeng." ”

"I have a question, what should you do if all things are plundered?"

Chen Zimeng groaned, he didn't think it would be right to answer simply, he raised his eyes to look in front of him, his lips opened lightly, Chen Zimeng returned, "Hold the sword in my hand and open up a path for heaven and earth." ”

"Why?"

"I should have one day, the sword light is horizontal, the heavens and the earth are terrified, all enemies are easy, and all kinds of disasters cannot be disturbed. ”

"Why?"

Chen Zimeng flipped his hand and made a move, holding the beacon fire in his hand, the tip of the sword was facing the phoenix phantom in front of him, and on the sword body, the nine inscriptions were dim, but at this time, the eighth inscription slightly circulated a touch of brilliance, and a sword light rose from it, turning into countless white lights.

"With me, the sword in my hand!"

Feeling the trembling of Lian Fenghuo, Chen Zimeng raised his eyes and looked in front of him, there was no longer the slightest sound in his heart, and the green phoenix in front of him began to dim and gradually disappeared.

After a while, the eighth inscription on the body of the Lian Beacon Sword emitted a beam of purple light, shining brightly, and again, a voice fell on Chen Zimeng's heart, but it was not the previous voice, but a very powerful man's voice.

"Should be robbed, are you ninth?"

"Ninth!" Chen Zimeng replied softly.

"Tsk, you're so miserable. ”

"What?" Chen Zimeng was full of doubts, the phoenix phantom in front of him had disappeared, and Chen Zimeng looked around, all of them were nothing.

Suddenly, a purple light flowed, and a man in blue clothes appeared in front of Chen Zimeng, with a smile on his face, staring at Chen Zimeng, seemingly very happy.

"Are you, the eighth robber?" Looking at the man, Chen Zimeng bowed slightly and asked.

"That's right, my name is Feng Hajj, and the eighth should rob people. Feng Hajj replied, stretched out his hand, the surrounding scene changed, and in an instant Chen Zimeng came to a valley full of green mountains and green waters, a pavilion was erected in front of him, and there was a thatched hut in the distance.

"Feng Ling brought you here?" Feng Hajj asked Chen Zimeng as he walked towards the pavilion.

Chen Zimeng nodded, and then followed Feng Hajj, "Yes." ”

"Where's Feng Ling?"

"She had a problem with her eighth Nirvana Tribulation, and now she is trapped in my soul space and can't get out. ”

"Well, it seems that Feng Ling's eighth Nirvana Tribulation has still been affected. Feng Hajj sat in the pavilion and stretched out his hand to signal Chen Zimeng to sit down as well.

"What happened to the Eighth Nirvana Tribulation?" Chen Zimeng asked, Feng Ling's memory was extremely missing, and Chen Zimeng was very confused about many things.

"The alien race is about to break through the seal, and many alien races have even escaped out, and the cultivation realm has actually been infiltrated to a certain extent. ”

"What about you?"

"I'm dead, and what you see now is just a divine thought of mine, if it weren't for the numerology inscription on the beacon fire that woke me up, I guess you wouldn't have seen me. Feng Hajj replied, and then looked at Chen Zimeng very seriously.

"You are the ninth robber, and you will be the last, we have all failed, and the rest is up to you. ”

Chen Zimeng raised his eyes to look at Feng Hajj, did not speak, and after a while, stretched out his hand and spread it in the air.

"I want exercises, martial arts. ”

What Chen Zimeng has always wanted to solve is his own practice problem, Ning Qin gave him "Ling Jue", but until now, Chen Zimeng has found that "Ling Jue" is not enough to serve as a cultivation when building a foundation, that is to say, even if he succeeds in building a foundation, without exercises, he can only be the weakest type of monk.

The other is martial arts, Lu Feng passed on a lot of techniques to him, but there are no martial arts, and all he knows is a copy of "Cloud Winding Sword Technique" that Ning Qin dug up from Wuwu.

He is very weak, and he basically relies on countless flying swords to form a sword formation against the enemy, but he also knows most of the basic sword formations.

Limited power and single use.

Feng Hajj smiled, "At that time, I was just like you, begging for exercises, and when I was practicing qi, I spent a lot of hard work for that exercise, but in the end, I was busy in vain. ”

"Why?"

"The moment you build the foundation, even the beacon fire will automatically reach the level of divine refining, and you will be able to obtain the one piece of exercise contained in the sword body. That is a top-level cultivation technique, and in this realm, there is no more fierce exercise than this. ”

Chen Zimeng was slightly surprised, "What kind of exercise?"

"This is not in a hurry, you can know it through my Curse Sect Dao Tribulation Sutra at that time. ”

Chen Zimeng was stunned for a moment, and looked at Feng Hajj very suspiciously, "What kind of catastrophe?"

Feng Hajj's originally happy face slowly lost his smile, and he looked at Chen Zimeng very seriously, his eyes full of strangeness.

"You, didn't get the Dao Tribulation Sutra?"

"Nope. Although he didn't know what it was, Chen Zimeng could be sure that he didn't get it.

"And what about the spell?"

Slightly stunned, Chen Zimeng shook his head, "No." ”

Feng Hajj, who was originally sitting, stood up suddenly, glared at Chen Zimeng with his eyes, and asked sharply, "Then where did you come from?"

"According to this thousands of miles of land, the sect built by Ling Hu Tao is in a snake cave on Qijiao Mountain. ”

Feng Hajj was slightly sluggish and muttered, "Linghu Tao, the fish?"

Sitting down slowly, Feng Hajj was full of loss, "Nirvana Tribulation, not only Feng Ling's Tribulation, but also the Tribulation that we must endure when we should rob people, we have all failed, the Curse Sect has passed down a total of three things, even the beacon fire, the spell, and the Dao Tribulation." You've got Lian Fenghuo, and you've already reached the twelfth level of Qi training, so by the standard, you're enough to be the ninth-rank robber. However, if you don't have a spell and don't know the Tao Tribulation Sutra, you don't count. ”

Chen Zimeng looked at the Feng Hajj and asked, "Where are the spells and the Dao Tribulation Sutra?"

"Since I wasn't with Lian Fenghuo, it was lost, and during the eighth tribulation, I suffered a great change, and after my death, there should have been a big change that I don't know. ”

Looking up at Chen Zimeng, Feng Hajj sighed, "Chen Zimeng, I'll give you a choice, if you don't want to become the ninth person to be robbed, it's still too late, I will take out Lian Fenghuo and guide Feng Ling to go elsewhere." And you, I will pay enough to give you a very high-level exercise, and you will leave on your own. ”

"The person who should be robbed is extremely dangerous, and the ninth person who should be robbed is the last, and he is faced with hundreds or even thousands of times more danger. ”

After taking a deep look at Chen Zimeng, Feng Hajj said word by word: "Nine, for the extreme!"

"Now, think about it and tell me what your options are. ”

Chen Zimeng was silent, looking at Feng Hajj without speaking, slowly, Chen Zimeng reached out and touched the sword glove on his waist, gently took it off, and raised his head and drank a small sip of wine.

Chen Zimeng thought about it, and it seemed that he hadn't drunk for a long time.

Raising the sword gourd, Chen Zimeng smiled and said, "Drink?"

Feng Hajj shook his head, his eyes full of appreciation, "I can't drink it, I'm just a divine thought that may dissipate at any time." ”

Chen Zimeng smiled, took another sip of wine, and turned his head to look in the other direction.

"What's the use of a spell?"

"A status symbol, and at the same time a carrier of the Tao Tribulation Sutra. ”

"Is the Dao Tribulation Sutra in the spell?"

"Yes!"

"Then how do I find the spell now?" Chen Zimeng asked.

"It's up to you to find it. ”

"Huh?" Looking at Feng Hajj, Chen Zimeng grinned, "Another guy, Zhuji Xiuwei, I can't beat him, what now?"

"I will inherit with you and help you build your foundation. Feng Hajj is very indifferent, it seems that in his opinion, it is very easy to build a foundation.

"I don't have Tsukidan. Chen Zimeng smiled bitterly.

"There is no one who is promoted by Tsukidan. ”

"What?"

Feng Hajj did not answer, and stretched out a hand in front of Chen Zimeng's forehead, and a purple light flowed in his palm.

"It is my responsibility to lose the spell, and since you have chosen to embark on the path of robbery, then I will preach the scriptures of robbery to you. ”

The light flickered, and in an instant, Chen Zimeng's eyes were full of purple light, and the figure of Feng Hajj had already dissipated, and only the sound of Feng Hajj sounded in his ears.

"Senior Brother Jiu, Senior Brother, good luck to you!"

Chen Zimeng's eyes were slightly condensed, his eyes were full of purple light, a purple mark flashed on his forehead, and he closed his eyes gently, and a huge voice sounded in Chen Zimeng's heart, like thunder between heaven and earth.

"There are traces of the Tao, all living beings read heaven and earth into death, and my life is nine tribulations!"

"Tianhe Sea, the world needs to point to the ark, and my life is nine calamities!"

"Yin and Yang pupils, dripping water also has the will of the sea, my life is nine tribulations!"

"Should rob people, raise a sword to bury the three thousand realms, and my life will be nine calamities!"

The thunder sounded in his ears, his heart trembled, Chen Zimeng's face was slightly bitter, and he couldn't stop trembling in his heart.

On the lake, Chen Zimeng's mind returned to his body, and Zhang Qiancheng also opened his eyes in a tremble.

Countless purple lights gathered around, Chen Zimeng opened his eyes slightly, and the purple light beside him kept drilling into his body.

Chen Zimeng ran "Ling Jue", quickly absorbing these purple brilliance, because they were, mantras.

Wisps of purple light fell into the dantian one after another, and Chen Zimeng's dantian tumbled violently, shaped like a sea of purple, boundless.

Behind Chen Zimeng, Zhang Qiancheng was swept aside by a force, but Chen Zimeng didn't see it, he was absorbing the spell beside him to his heart's content.

Zhang Qiancheng's eyes were cracking, watching the countless purple lights being absorbed by Chen Zimeng, he couldn't help trembling, and roared, "Stop, Chen Zimeng, that's mine, those inheritances are mine." ”

A force restrained Zai Zhang Qiancheng, he couldn't move the slightest, he thought that Chen Zimeng had obtained the sword immortal inheritance that he had in mind, but he didn't know that even if Chen Zimeng gave it to him, he wouldn't get it.

Because what kind of sword immortal inheritance is this?

This is the inheritance of the Mantra Sect!

Zhang Qiancheng's heart was full of anger, and even blood flowed from his mouth, if he was defeated and the flying sword was destroyed on Baiye Mountain, he didn't care, but the inheritance was robbed, he Zhang Qiancheng couldn't tolerate it.

His eyes were full of blood red, and Zhang Qiancheng was about to go crazy.

Chen Zimeng directly absorbed the purple light, turned over his hand and took out one spirit stone after another to supply spiritual power.

Chen Zimeng's aura was climbing upward, and soon, he came to the peak of the twelfth layer of qi cultivation.

Then, he felt a layer of diaphragm.

It's like nothing.