Chen Zimeng had a smile on his face, and he unconsciously felt sad when he looked at the rain.

Murong didn't know where he went, Zhong Fei said that he would go home to marry his daughter-in-law, and he didn't know if the banquet was lively or not, Bai Dao, Li Yi, Shang Chi, and Wang Lin followed Zhong Fei, and I didn't know if the little fat man would arrange a daughter-in-law for them.

I think I will, so I will take a beating.

Feng Ling and Zhang Yi took Bai Yuanjing and Wangu Mountain, as well as Li Li, and the three of them didn't know which sect they would choose to continue cultivating, with their talents, they would definitely be taken seriously!

Chen Zhao, this guy, may go to Zhang Qiancheng, but come to think of it, how could Zhang Qiancheng take him in.

Hong Bing, Chen Zimeng has a very good impression, Pang Qi's death must be a great blow to him, leaving alone, maybe he will see him again in the future.

As for Chu Chaoxi and Cang Yuanyu, these two people who love cultivation will definitely find a good sect to worship, then, I can only wish them good luck.

I don't know when the rain outside the grotto stopped, and the autumn rain is like this, quiet when it comes, and quiet when it goes.

Ning Qin slowly put away his pranayama after the rain outside the grotto completely stopped, and the first thing he did was to look up at Chen Zimeng beside him, but seeing Chen Zimeng looking at him blankly, Ning Qin smiled, "What's the matter?" ”

"Qin'er is very beautiful, I can't see enough!"

The corners of Ning Qin's mouth lifted lightly, got up from the ground, and looked at Chen Zimeng, very happy, "Zimeng also knows how to praise people." ”

"Qin'er is already very beautiful!" Chen Zimeng tilted his head slightly, then stood up, Ning Qin leaned forward, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Ning Qin turned his head and found that the rain had already stopped, and there was a slight coolness in the wind, but the cold and heat of the immortal cultivators did not invade, and this coolness was not noticed by Ning Qin.

"Next, where are we going?" Ning Qin asked, it seemed that Chen Zimeng was by his side, and it didn't matter where he went.

Chen Zimeng did not answer, but took the lead out of the grotto, stood on a stone platform, looked at the sky, and after being washed by the rain, it seemed to have become very clean, a piece of tiles.

After pondering for a long time, Chen Zimeng was still ruthless and told Ning Qin his plan.

"Qin'er, I think, it's time for us to separate!"

Ning Qin slowly lost the smile on his face, and looked at Chen Zimeng with his lips pursed, with tears faintly in his eyes.

"I told you, looking for some footprints, I want to do one thing, before this, my front is like an abyss, once I am not careful, it will be a catastrophe, I am not strong enough, now I can't protect you, you follow me, I am afraid, if you are hurt because of me, then how should I deal with myself?"

Turning around and looking at Ning Qin, Chen Zimeng sighed, "Before I become strong, Qin'er, I can't do anything." ”

"I'm not afraid of danger. Ning Qin's words were very low, Chen Zimeng said it very clearly, and she understood it, but how could she stand by and watch.

"Walking south from here, about a hundred miles away is the Yunxi Sect, the largest sect in Zhongzhou, the strength is strong enough to protect your safety, I have a token, you take it to the old man Yunxi, he will know my intentions." ”

Chen Zimeng handed over the golden feather to Ning Qin, along with a seal.

"The seal, when I was in Chang'an, my father carved it for me, this farewell, I don't know when I will be able to see each other again, let it accompany you instead of me!"

Ning Qin looked at the feather and seal in his hand, his eyes drooped slightly, and he burst into tears, "Can't you go to Yunxi Sect with me?"

"I'm sorry, Qin'er, there are some things I have to do, in the future, I will go to you, protect myself in Yunxi Sect, wait for me, okay?"

"Can I come with you?" Ning Qin's eyes were full of tears, and he looked up at Chen Zimeng, still unwilling to part.

Chen Zimeng stretched out his hand and hugged Ning Qin into his arms, "Qin'er, Yunxi Sect is waiting for me, I will definitely go to you." ”

Ning Qin was extremely depressed, and the people who cultivated immortals were not invaded by cold and heat, but why, she felt the coolness brought by this autumn.

Gently closing his eyes, Ning Qin was helpless, and finally agreed.

"Okay!" her shoulders trembled slightly, Ning Qin almost used all her strength to say this word, clenching the small seal in her hand, Ning Qin secretly made up her mind that she wanted to become stronger, strong enough not to worry Chen Zimeng, strong enough to be able to follow Chen Zimeng's side.

The autumn breeze rises slightly, and many leaves fall with the wind, floating in the air, full of autumn coolness.

Chen Zimeng followed Ning Qin for a hundred and ten miles, and walked straight to the range of the Yunxi Sect, and even looked far away to the south, Chen Zimeng could vaguely see the Xingshan where the Yunxi Sect was located.

On the top of the mountain, on a stone platform, the old man of Yunxi made tea and drank it alone, his eyes were very calm, but they were also full of vicissitudes.

Xu felt something, the old man Yunxi turned his head to see, a faint phoenix phantom was roaring in the sky, the old man Yunxi calmed down, raised his head and took a sip of tea.

"The ninth person should be robbed!"

Chen Zimeng and Ning Qin separated at the border of Yunxi Sect, Chen Zimeng did not stop, and flew straight towards Qingfeng Mountain with the imperial sword, sealing the inheritance of the Hajj, he didn't want to delay, build the foundation, he had to do it as soon as possible.

Ning Qin put away the golden feathers, held the seal tightly in his hand and slowly walked towards the Yunxi Sect, with a hint of firmness in his eyes.

Harnessing the Lian Feng Huo, Chen Zimeng pushed the strength of the twelve layers of Qi cultivation to the extreme, and the flying speed of the imperial sword was actually faintly chasing after the foundation cultivator, which was extremely terrifying.

But Chen Zimeng still felt slow, he couldn't wait to appear in front of Qingfeng Mountain in an instant, and the difference with Ning Qin made him extremely want to increase his strength, only if his strength was strong enough, he could not let this kind of thing happen again.

Hurry up and hurry, still seven days later, Chen Zimeng rushed to the front of Qingfeng Mountain, looked sideways to the other side, it was a deep pit of thousands of miles in size, and after a few months, a lot of water had accumulated at the bottom of the pit.

Turning his head to look at Qingfeng Mountain, the mountain that connected the area of the former Baiye Sect broke off and was taken away by Ling Hutao, and now all that was left was a huge cliff.

Reaching out to hold a spiritual rank lower grade long sword, Chen Zimeng thought for a while, and chose the nearest path to go up the mountain, according to Feng Ling's recollections, the inheritance left by the Feng Hajj is in the deepest part of the mountain.

Along the road, Chen Zimeng was quite cautious along the way, and walked to a small valley, Chen Zimeng groaned slightly, waved his hand and took out more than 30 flying swords to lay down a sword array, and then twisted out a hidden talisman to cover the traces of the sword array, and then continued to walk with confidence.

After that, about every three miles or so, Chen Zimeng laid down a sword formation like a concoction of the law.

In this way, in about half a day, Chen Zimeng was able to walk to the depths of Qingfeng Mountain, a black hole was exposed in front of him, Chen Zimeng reached out and took out an oil lamp, which was prepared in advance, pinched a flame and lit it, Chen Zimeng slowly walked towards the cave.

Not far from the entrance of the cave, several bats were frightened and flapped their wings and flew out of the cave.

The cave stretches down and is very deep.

Chen Zimeng raised the oil lamp, and in order to see the front more clearly, he walked extremely cautiously.

According to what Feng Ling told, there is nothing in the tunnel outside the cave, but hundreds of years have passed, who can be sure what happened?

Be careful, it's always right.

At the same time, Chen Zimeng cautiously walked towards the depths of the cave, in the outside world, a sword boat pierced the sky and came to the top of Qingfeng Mountain, Zhang Qiancheng stood at the head of the sword boat, looking at Qingfeng Mountain below with cold eyes, but what he couldn't hide was the excitement in his eyes.

"Sword Immortal Inheritance, Qingfeng Mountain, haha, I, Zhang Qiancheng, spent more than ten years secretly searching, more than ten years, and finally let me find you, Bai Ye Sect I stayed for three years before I finally got a clue to determine your location, Qingfeng Mountain, a good Qingfeng Mountain, it is so close to Bai Ye Zongyuan!"

His shoulders couldn't help but tremble, Zhang Qiancheng was extremely excited, for more than ten years, no one understood his dedication, for more than ten years, he was doubted by countless people, but he insisted on doing his own thing, without a trace of wavering.

Tang Guo searched, the Southern Wilderness fought to the death, Bai Yezong lost his natal flying sword, and had to go back to the family to reforge the flying sword, Zhang Qiancheng was silent, he didn't regret it, on the contrary, he felt that it was worth it, and the inheritance of the sword immortal was enough for him to pay for all this.

Getting closer and closer, and finally came to the sky on the top of the peak in the depths of Qingfeng Mountain, Zhang Qiancheng jumped up and flew straight towards the top of the mountain.

"You wait here, when I return, those who dare to approach this mountain will be killed!"

Zhang Xiao's eyes condensed slightly, standing on the sword boat and looking at Zhang Qiancheng, who had long been gone, he replied very respectfully, "Yes!"

Zhang Qiancheng rushed to the entrance of the cave, without a trace of hesitation, turned over and took out a pearl, shining brightly, and walked towards the cave.

Not caring along the way, Zhang Qiancheng took out a small bell in his right hand, but without the slightest sound, his figure flashed and disappeared into the depths of the cave.

Chen Zimeng held an oil lamp in his left hand and a sword in his right hand and slowly moved forward, the deeper the hole went, the more spacious it became, and even a village-like space was faintly presented.

Chen Zimeng looked ahead, a huge stone platform was erected in front of him, on the stone platform, a giant sword was straight into the middle of the stone platform The sword body was full of stone, like a stone carving, but Chen Zimeng sensed that this was by no means a stone carving.

Stepping forward, suddenly, with Chen Zimeng's step, the surrounding stone walls instantly lit up with countless blue lights, a bead the size of a pigeon's egg was inlaid in the stone wall, the blue light shone, and the entire cave space was full of illumination.

Chen Zimeng forgot to glance around, waved out the lamp in his hand, turned over his hand and put it into the storage bag, chose a place, and jumped onto the stone platform.

On the stone platform, full of inscriptions, Chen Zimeng squatted down to look, groaned carefully, a trace of strangeness flashed in his eyes, and then stood up.

I don't understand!

Looking at the huge stone sword in the middle of the stone platform, there are two grooves on the sword body, which go down along the top until the tip of the sword is hidden.

Chen Zimeng was very puzzled, all the way, unimpeded, it didn't look like a place of inheritance.

But doubts are doubts, according to what Feng Ling said, Chen Zimeng cut the palm of his left hand, and blood spurted out along the wound and dripped on the stone platform at his feet.

After waiting for a while, countless pearls flashed on the stone wall, and Chen Zimeng stood quietly, blood constantly flowing from his palms.

Chen Zimeng blinked and looked around suspiciously.

Nothing happened.

It shouldn't be!

Feng Ling said that blood is the key to open the door to inheritance, but there is no reaction at all.

Chen Zimeng looked at the palm of his hand, the wound was so big, there was a lot of blood left, and it was quite painful.

Looking up and looking around again, there was still no movement, and Chen Zimeng couldn't help but scold.

"I'm grass~"

Before the words disappeared, a burst of bright light suddenly flashed out from the stone platform under his feet, and Chen Zimeng's figure flickered and disappeared on the stone platform.

Where Chen Zimeng was standing, there was no trace of the dripping blood, and there was nothing else on the stone platform except for the inscriptions carved on it.

The beads on the surrounding stone walls also dimmed in an instant, and the whole stone cave fell into the darkness as if no one had ever come.

About ten breaths or so, the light of the stone wall shone again, the stone cave was illuminated very brightly, Zhang Qiancheng glanced at the stone sword, jumped onto the stone platform, waved his right hand straight, and a stream of blood spurted out from his left arm, dripping on the stone platform.

After a while, a strong light flashed under Zhang Qiancheng's feet, and Zhang Qiancheng's figure disappeared from the stone platform.