Zhang Qiancheng was helpless, and Chen Zimeng didn't care about him.

Chen Zimeng felt more and more a sense of conflict of forces, and in his body, countless spiritual qi turned into drops, and then turned into the purest spiritual power swimming all over the meridians.

On the body of the Lianfeng Fire Sword, the ninth inscription shone lightly, and a touch of purple was born in it, which was actually clearer for a while.

Chen Zimeng's mind flowed, and he secretly sank to the heart lake, and his eyes were full of purple.

Feeling the obstacles of the realm more and more clearly, Chen Zimeng's hands were sealed, and he stopped running "Ling Jue" in an instant.

Lian Feng Huo turned into a ghostly light, flashed from the lake, and instantly came to Chen Zimeng's body, Chen Zimeng's eyes fell on Lian Feng Huo, and he was silent.

The realm of internal cultivation has already reached its peak, and now he needs an exercise, an exercise that is enough for him to build a foundation.

Even the mantra technique hidden in the beacon fire was his only choice.

But looking at Lian Fenghuo, Chen Zimeng was stunned, and remembered the last sentence that Feng Hajj told him when he dissipated.

"The spell is very weird, don't think that you have mastered him, we, until now, no one has really mastered the spell except the master. ”

The master of Feng Hajj, Chen Zimeng knew who it was, but he was also very surprised, there were eight people before him, could it be that no one could master the mantra.

But after thinking about it, if they mastered it, then the alien race would no longer have the possibility of breaking the seal.

After a long time, Chen Zimeng sighed lightly, his lips opened lightly, and he read word by word.

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

The clothes were windless and automatic, the storage bag on his waist was gently opened, and all the spirit stones fell beside him, suspended in the air, emitting a huge amount of spiritual energy.

In an instant, the aura was very sufficient.

The purple beside him became lighter and lighter, and the purple brilliance became scarce, and after a breath, there was no more than that.

Chen Zimeng's forehead, purple light flickered and flowed, and finally formed a small flower, the petals were extremely small, showing a falling shape.

Chen Zimeng could feel that a touch of curse was on his forehead, and he reached out and touched it, but there was nothing.

Looking down at the lake, the water full of waves, Chen Zimeng's face was shattered. But the purple on the forehead is still very bright.

Chen Zimeng was silent and said lightly.

"Loot the flowers!"

Zhang Qiancheng in the distance had blood-red eyes, cursed, and foamed with blood in his mouth, if he hadn't been restrained, he was afraid that he would have raised his sword to kill.

"Chen Zimeng, you should be damned!"

Chen Zimeng glanced at Zhang Qiancheng, didn't say anything, didn't pay much attention, turned his head to look at Lian Fenghuo in front of him, and slowly recited the second sentence of the Taoist Tribulation Sutra.

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

Every word was pronounced, and even the nine inscriptions on the body of the Beacon Fire Sword would circulate a touch of purple.

Lian Fenghuo kept trembling, and countless sword groans came from the sword body, and the sound of clanging was endless.

The whole space, above the lake, was full of sword light.

Without much delay, Chen Zimeng read the third sentence again.

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

Above the beacon fire, the purple light is no longer just circulating and in the inscriptions, along the sword body, one purple light after another flows, and the sword body of the beacon fire shines straight away.

The light shone and dispersed around, Zhang Qiancheng's eyes were full of killing intent and hatred, he stared at Chen Zimeng, staring at the Lian Fenghuo in front of Chen Zimeng.

He firmly believed that his inheritance was taken by Chen Zimeng, and Chen Zimeng took away what he had worked so hard for.

More than ten years of hard work is gone.

Anger burned in his heart, Zhang Qiancheng exuded extremely strong spiritual power fluctuations all over his body, he wanted to break through the force that bound him, he wanted to kill Chen Zimeng.

"Ahh

One after another, the spiritual power fluctuated, and wisps of qi ripples dissipated.

But Zhang Qiancheng's efforts did not pay off, no matter how he mobilized the spiritual power in his body, the restraints on his body were not reduced at all, he could still only watch Chen Zimeng break through quietly, and his body was more and more obvious to exude the aura of foundation building.

"I must kill you! I must kill you!" Zhang Qiancheng roared angrily, his killing intent was almost condensed into substance, and his whole body became extremely red because of the full mobilization of spiritual power, and the bruises on his face were exposed.

Chen Zimeng was silent for a while, looking at Lian Fenghuo in front of him and sighing very emotionally, there was no sword platform in the dantian in his body, because it dissipated when he broke through the twelfth layer of qi cultivation before.

And now, Chen Zimeng's dantian is like a purple ocean, and the breath on his body is becoming more and more mysterious.

Chen Zimeng sighed and stretched out his hands to clasp them in the air.

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

In an instant, the whole space became silent, Zhang Qiancheng's roar, and the waves of the lake under his feet were silent.

Lian Fenghuo's sword groan stopped, the surrounding sword light slowly dissipated, and on the sword body, purple light covered the entire sword, and a golden text emerged from the tip of the sword, floating in the air.

Chen Zimeng was slightly surprised, looked at it intently, and immediately found that the entire Lianfeng Fire Sword Body was covered with purple brilliance, full of tiny golden words.

Chen Zimeng froze, stretched out his right hand to touch the body of the Lian Fenghuo sword, but in an instant, countless tiny golden words disappeared into his body along Chen Zimeng's fingers, Chen Zimeng's eyes widened, and a scripture appeared in his mind.

Gently closing his eyes, Chen Zimeng felt the content of the scriptures in his mind, and even the golden words on the beacon fire were no longer chaotic at this time, but were carefully arranged in columns, Chen Zimeng looked at it, and the first column was four big characters.

"Ukiyo-e Three Thousand ......"

There was a mantra inheritance in the body of the Lian Fenghuo sword, and Feng Hajj told Chen Zimeng that it was an extremely high-level exercise, and it was the most suitable exercise for the disciples of the mantra sect, which was enough for Chen Zimeng's future cultivation.

Feng Ling also said that the exercises in Lian Fenghuo are the most suitable exercises for the cultivation of spells, and others may not work, but in terms of spells, this exercise is enough to make Chen Zimeng reach an incredible level.

In ancient times, that mysterious powerhouse was able to stabilize the alien race, and even fought and sealed the alien race alone in the depths of the Tianhe Sea, relying on the most weird spell origin.

The cultivation of the mantra sect, the mantra, is the origin.

The name of the exercise is "Three Thousand Floating Worlds", Chen Zimeng read it carefully, and secretly said that the name is very literary, but after reading the first few lines, the spiritual power in Chen Zimeng's body has already automatically operated with the exercises.

The mana borrowed from the previous breakthrough also slowly circulated in Chen Zimeng's body with "Three Thousand Ukiyo", and the flower seal on his forehead flashed purple one after another.

The breath on his body rose slightly, and cold sweat broke out on Chen Zimeng's face.

He felt the most mysterious spell in heaven and earth, but he couldn't mobilize much.

After a while, "Three Thousand Floating Worlds" was read by Chen Zimeng, and in his mind, the golden words dispersed, and Chen Zimeng sat down cross-legged, practicing the exercises in the true sense.

Compared with "Ling Jue", the power of "Three Thousand Floating Worlds" simply surprised Chen Zimeng, and the speed of spiritual power operation has increased by more than a thousand times compared to before.

In the dantian, the purple aura is constantly circulating in the meridians, and every time it flows, it is a few points less.

Gradually, all spiritual power was compressed in the dantian.

The spiritual power gathers together and continues to collapse inward.

The spiritual power emitted by the spirit stones in the outside world was constantly absorbed by Chen Zimeng, and the spirit stones continued to be turned into ashes and dispersed.

In the dantian, a sea of purple spiritual power was once again born, mighty and mighty, and it was many times larger than before.

With a rumbling sound, in the purple sea, a platform slowly rose.

"Three Thousand Ukiyo" Chen Zimeng became more and more familiar, and the operation became more and more smooth, almost without the slightest hindrance, Chen Zimeng mastered this exercise.

Building a foundation is the foundation of monasticism.

As the platform rose, Chen Zimeng's breath was displayed, and it was the foundation building.

Chen Zimeng looked at the Dao Platform in the Dantian with joy, but then, Chen Zimeng remembered one thing and looked at the Dao Platform in surprise.

He remembered that there was a crack in the foundation platform, because the monk absorbed the spiritual energy, and some of them had to be returned to heaven and earth, and this led to the fact that all the people on the platform would have different sizes and flaws in the number of cracks to disperse the spiritual energy to heaven and earth.

This is the way of heaven, and no one is spared.

This is also the biggest difference between the strength of each foundation building monk, Chen Zimeng has collected information before, the Dao platform is flawed, and the number of flaws is the difference between the level of foundation building.

The more cracks in the Dao platform, the lower the foundation level, and the fewer the cracks in the Dao platform, the higher the person's strength and subsequent Dao achievements.

But Chen Zi Meng Dantian's inner Dao platform is flawless, without a trace of cracks.

This also means that the aura of heaven and earth absorbed by Chen Zimeng will all remain in his body without leakage.

Is this a good thing, or a bad thing?

Chen Zimeng didn't know.

Because he had never heard of the Immaculate Dao Altar, no one knew what kind of calamity he would bring.

Chen Zimeng didn't know, and he couldn't find the answer for a while, so he had to temporarily put down the doubts in his heart and wait to find the answer in the future.

On the other side, Zhang Qiancheng's face was full of hatred, and he roared loudly, "What about Zhuji, I must kill you." ”

Chen Zimeng turned a deaf ear and carefully consolidated his foundation cultivation realm.

Since the Dao platform is flawless, the aura he absorbs is terrifying.

The spirit stone in front of him gradually turned into ashes and fell into the lake below him, and the aura in the air began to slowly fade, Chen Zimeng touched the storage bag, stunned, it turned out that there was no spirit stone.

Smiling, Chen Zimeng withdrew his palm and raised his eyes to look at Zhang Qiancheng, "Senior brother, borrow some spirit stones!"

"Get out!"

"The junior brother took it himself. With a gesture of his hand, a storage bag on Zhang Qiancheng's waist flew straight towards Chen Zimeng, took a step forward, and held Lian Fenghuo with his right hand, which was a sword against the flying storage bag.

"Bang. Zhang Qiancheng's storage bag collapsed straight open, and countless magic weapons were reduced to pieces, but there were also a few extraordinary ones that were still intact.

Chen Zimeng waved his sleeves and put them all away.

The spiritual stones in the storage bag were all destroyed, and the spiritual energy returned to heaven and earth, and the surrounding space in an instant was unimaginably sufficient.

Chen Zimeng immediately continued to absorb the aura and consolidate his cultivation.

After more than a dozen breaths, Chen Zimeng nodded with satisfaction, and in the sea of purple spiritual power in his body, a dao platform stood steadily.

The Dao platform was flawless, and Chen Zimeng felt a different kind of power in an instant.

Carefully absorbing the aura between heaven and earth, Chen Zimeng finally completely consolidated his foundation building realm.

The purple light of the robbery flower on his forehead flickered, but it also slowly disappeared and disappeared as Chen Zimeng consolidated his realm.

After a short while, Chen Zimeng beckoned to put away Lian Fenghuo, took off the sword raising at his waist, raised his head and took a sip of wine, and looked at Zhang Qiancheng with a smile on his face.

Zhang Qiancheng's eyes were full of killing intent, and the anger in his heart had already broken through the sky.

"Tut, senior brother, you and I are destined!"

"If you take my inheritance, I will kill you. ”

"Where is there any inheritance here, this is just the habitat of my Grandmaster. Shaking his head, Chen Zimeng looked at Zhang Qiancheng with an unreasonable expression on his face, and knew in his heart, no wonder Zhang Qiancheng was destroyed by him and the flying sword was not in a hurry to find him for revenge, it turned out that it was to not affect his own inheritance and seizure.

It's really enduring.

"Nonsense, Chen Zimeng, if you have the courage to let me go, I won't kill you, and I will not be a man. ”

Smiling, Chen Zimeng walked straight towards Zhang Qiancheng, "It's not that I'm tying you, I can't do anything!"