Chen Zimeng's figure flashed, and a light fell on the surface of a lake, his feet touched the lake, Chen Zimeng hurriedly pinched a trick, and the lake water under his feet turned into ice, and he stood firmly.

Looking around, a dead tree full of lightning scratches took root not far away, and it was completely black.

Chen Zimeng continued to pinch the trick, and along the surface of the lake towards the dead wood turned into ice cubes, Chen Zimeng walked forward.

When he got closer, the lightning scratches on the dead wood were even clearer, but Chen Zimeng found that among the dead trees, there was a slight flow of life, and this tree had not died yet.

Chen Zimeng was very puzzled, looking around, Feng Ling's instructions to him, just went to the stone platform outside, and entered here, Chen Zimeng didn't know the slightest situation.

The only object in the space around the tree in front of him, Chen Zimeng had no choice but to stand in front of the tree, observing carefully in the hope of getting a clue.

But looking at it, Chen Zimeng only saw a lot of thunder and lightning scratches, and at most he felt the trace of vitality in the body of the tree, but he couldn't catch it.

Chen Zimeng ran out of ideas, thought for a moment, aimed at the dead tree in front of him, raised the long sword in his hand and stabbed it.

"Boom!" The sharp voice resounded all around, and with a "click", the long sword in Chen Zimeng's hand broke and turned into several pieces.

Stunned, Chen Zimeng raised his left hand and slapped it on the trunk, but then he felt pain and quickly withdrew his left hand.

The wound on his left hand, which had been cut when he came in, had not yet healed, and collided with the trunk of the tree, and the wound that had managed not to bleed again shed a lot of blood, and part of it was stained on the trunk, making the pitch-black trunk slightly scarlet.

Chen Zimeng instantly realized Ling Hutao's helplessness, and it really hurt to put a knife on himself.

Just when Chen Zimeng had nothing to do, the trace of vitality in the dead wood in front of him sensed Chen Zimeng's blood on the trunk, and the brush rushed out, and soon, the blood on the trunk was sucked away, and that trace of vitality turned into a small ball of fireflies, floating on the trunk.

Chen Zimeng took a small step back, cautiously looking at the small ball of fireflies in front of him.

But after waiting for a while, the fireflies still didn't change at all, Chen Zimeng tilted his head and thought about it, frowned and reluctantly broke the wound again, and the blood dripped on the fireflies.

In an instant, a fluorescent flame flickered, and the firefly in front of him flew upward, and a pair of wings gradually differentiated on both sides, and the firefly went up and landed on a tree branch at the top of the dead wood, at this time, the firefly had turned into a cyan bird.

"Chirp~"

It was a very crisp chirp twice, and the bird spread its wings and flew around the top of the dead wood, and then landed on the tree, its eyes aimed at Chen Zimeng.

Chen Zimeng looked up, the little bird was very familiar, it was a cyan phoenix.

Chen Zimeng grinned, surprised, Feng Ling said that there is no phoenix in this world except her, but what is in front of her may represent another possibility.

Chen Zimeng stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the green phoenix on the tree, and at this time, a ball of light flashed, and Zhang Qiancheng's figure appeared on the surface of the lake not far away.

Instead of freezing the surface of the lake like Chen Zimeng, Zhang Qiancheng directly sacrificed a pocket boat, which instantly became larger and landed on the lake.

Looking up, Zhang Qiancheng chuckled in his heart, saw Chen Zimeng, and before he could react, he saw the green phoenix on the tree and Chen Zimeng's outstretched hand.

"Stop!"

With a hoarse roar, Zhang Qiancheng abandoned the boat under his feet, jumped up directly, and rushed towards Chen Zimeng, Chen Zimeng was startled by the sudden roar, turned around, and saw Zhang Qiancheng with an angry face and a breath of anger all over his body.

Chen Zimeng was slightly stunned, then pulled out of the way, and Zhang Qiancheng pounced on him with a slap, mercilessly, completely exuding the fluctuations of the foundation building monks.

I can't bear it.

Zhang Qiancheng stood under the dead tree and looked at Chen Zimeng fiercely, his eyes were full of coldness, "Chen Zimeng, why are you here?"

"You are wrong, I should have asked you, why did you come here?" Chen Zimeng looked at Zhang Qiancheng, feeling that Zhang Qiancheng's aura of foundation building was very big.

"Don't talk nonsense, quit, or die!" Zhang Qiancheng didn't want to entangle more, raised his right hand, held Jian Chen in his hand, and looked at Chen Zimeng coldly.

"Why?" Chen Zimeng's eyes condensed slightly, and he didn't let it go at all.

"Then, die!"

Zhang Qiancheng has enough reasons to kill Chen Zimeng, and he also has enough strength to chase Chen Jian forward, Zhang Qiancheng rushed to Chen Zimeng almost instantly, and even the beacon fire trembled, and he was hung in front of Chen Zimeng Yun early, and happened to collide with Chen Jian.

The huge trilling sound was transmitted in the space with the sound of the sword, and Chen Zimeng used several shadow talismans to avoid Zhang Qiancheng's attack, and the strength of Zhang Qiancheng after building the foundation was unimaginable.

Fortunately, Chen Zimeng is the twelfth layer of Qi training, and in an instant, he can still deal with it, but Chen Zimeng knows that Zhang Qiancheng will not let go of himself, and if he fights again, he will die.

Tapping the storage bag on his waist, one flying sword after another flew out and hung in front of him, raising the sword gourd, all the flying swords spun at great speed, bypassing the mouth of the bottle, and a white sword light roared towards the lake at his feet.

Above the surface of the lake, there are ripples of water, spreading in all directions one after another, but they are disrupted and turned into water shadows.

Zhang Qiancheng stabbed Chen Zimeng straight in the air with the sword in his hand, Chen Zimeng shook his hand, and the sword array in front of him rushed out completely, and in an instant, the space was full of sword shadows.

Chen Zimeng's figure flowed, Zhang Qiancheng jumped to follow, and a flying sword appeared in his hand, which was the sword of Meng Meng.

With a cold light on his face, Zhang Qiancheng did not have the slightest sloppiness, every move, every sword, was extremely ruthless.

A lot of sweat beads slowly appeared on Chen Zimeng's face, Zhang Qiancheng's methods were endless, and it was already very difficult for him to cope with it at this moment.

The sword of Slashing Meng drew an arc of light in the air, and the sword shadow was dozens of zhang away, Chen Zimeng once again twisted out a few shadow talismans, and his figure disappeared in place.

"You're just, will you just hide?" Zhang Qiancheng drank coldly, looking at Chen Zimeng's disappearing figure, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and with a move of both hands, Jian Chen and Jian Meng were both suspended in front of him, exuding a fierce aura.

"I look at you, where to hide!" "Hands in front of him, Chen Jian and Meng Jian touched, melted into one, the flying sword fused, after less than a few months, Chen Zimeng once again fused Zhang Qiancheng's flying sword, and this time, Zhang Qiancheng was used to build a foundation for cultivation, both the power and speed were several times that of the last time.

Chen Zimeng's pupils shrank, and he couldn't take Zhang Qiancheng's sword.

The flying sword stabbed, and Chen Zimeng scattered several talismans, which could be dodged.

Looking around, Chen Zimeng quickly looked for a glimmer of life, and then he saw the Qingfeng on the dead tree behind Zhang Qiancheng that seemed to be in a daze.

There was a flash of light in Qingfeng's pupils, which was impossible to detect without careful observation, but it happened to be captured by Chen Zimeng at that moment.

Chen Zimeng instantly knew in his heart that that streamer must be the inheritance left by the Hajj.

Zhang Qiancheng's flying sword stabbed at Chen Zimeng for the first time to no avail, turned the sword body in the extreme distance, roared behind Chen Zimeng, and rushed again in an instant, Chen Zimeng scattered several shadow talismans in his hand, and even carried a purple shadow talisman, and in an instant, the figure burst out, Chen Zimeng crossed Zhang Qiancheng and rushed towards the dead tree.

Zhang Qiancheng turned his head, his heart was shocked, and he didn't care about the flying sword that was sacrificed, Zhang Qiancheng reached out and grabbed Chen Zimeng, and grabbed the corner of Chen Zimeng's clothes.

Chen Zimeng didn't care about anything else, only the blue phoenix above the dead tree in his eyes, stretched out his hand, and grasped the green phoenix.

Zhang Qiancheng roared, "Stop!"

At this time, Zhang Qiancheng's flying sword stabbed, Chen Zimeng didn't dodge, Zhang Qiancheng couldn't either, Zhang Qiancheng, who grabbed the corner of Chen Zimeng's clothes, instantly changed color, and the flying sword stabbed him, and he was the first to rush.

A streak of blood floated in the air and dripped into the lake below, and in an instant a small piece of the lake surface was stained red.

The speed of the flying sword did not decrease, piercing Zhang Qiancheng's left arm, and then stabbed at Chen Zimeng.

Chen Zimeng was shocked, and with a flick of the beacon fire in his right hand, he brought an impact force, and turned his body to the other side with difficulty.

Zhang Qiancheng's flying sword stabbed off, but it was still nailed into Chen Zimeng's left palm that was holding Qingfeng.

Blood gushed out, staining the lake below red, and also staining the green phoenix in his hand.

A hiss rang out, the space rolled, the lake stirred, and time stopped flowing for a moment.

The figures of Chen Zimeng and Zhang Qiancheng seemed to be frozen in the air, not moving at all, and there was nothing else around them except for the tumbling and turbulent lake.

A streamer flashed in Chen Zimeng's palm, shining with green brilliance, and the green phoenix in his hand turned into a streamer and floated into the air.

"Chirp~"

The phoenix's chirping resounded through the space, and Chen Zimeng and Zhang Qiancheng froze like that.

With their minds flowing, Chen Zimeng and Zhang Qiancheng came to a place full of inscription symbols, and countless inscriptions floated beside them.

Zhang Qiancheng stretched out his hand and pinched a palm print and hit Chen Zimeng, Chen Zimeng retreated, but in an instant, both of them found that their state was very strange.

Zhang Qiancheng's palm stopped in the air, without any power, Chen Zimeng retreated, but he didn't retreat far, he floated straight in the air.

"Chen Zimeng, you should be damned!" Zhang Qiancheng shouted, his eyes full of fierce light.

Chen Zimeng didn't say anything, looked around, countless inscriptions floated, just like the inscriptions carved on the stone platform before, Chen Zimeng groaned, could these inscriptions be inheritance.

Zhang Qiancheng calmed down and looked around, the inscription was suspended and scattered, but this was not the inheritance he wanted.

A flash of light flashed, leaping around at a very fast speed, Zhang Qiancheng and Chen Zimeng glanced at each other, ready to catch up.

But before the two of them could make any moves, the streamer flashed, turned into two bundles, and each rushed towards the eyebrows of Zhang Qiancheng and Chen Zimeng, and disappeared in a flash, submerging into the body.

Both of them were stunned for a moment, then slowly closed their eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

One after another, the inscriptions began to move at great speed, and occasionally one or two submerged into Zhang Qiancheng and Chen Zimeng's bodies.

On the lake, Zhang Qiancheng and Chen Zimeng's bodies fixed in the air trembled slightly, Zhang Qiancheng's face showed a painful expression, Chen Zimeng was motionless, the palm of his left hand, Zhang Qiancheng's flying sword trembled slightly, was pulled out by a force, fell into the lake, disintegrated directly, and re-transformed into the sword of chasing Chen and slashing Meng.

Even the beacon fire shook, slipped from Chen Zimeng's hands, and fell into the lake.

The traces of the lightning strike on the dead tree slowly disappeared, and wisps of purple light flowed on the body of the tree, exuding a strange aura, and at the root of the tree, a bright red color appeared in an instant, turning into a streamer and submerging into Chen Zimeng's body.

The waves set off by the lake slowly subsided, and it didn't take long for the space to be calm again, and there was no sound at all.

The streamer is gone, one by one.

Zhang Qiancheng and Chen Zimeng were both undergoing a test set by the Feng Hajj, and after the test, it was the inheritance that Zhang Qiancheng had been seeking for more than ten years.

Fighting Zhang Qiancheng again, Chen Zimeng could not be said to have the strength to fight back.

Zhang Qiancheng was full of anger, if the inheritance he was striving for was taken by Chen Zimeng, what should he do.

Chen Zimeng should be damned, without Chen Zimeng, Zhang Qiancheng could get the inheritance very smoothly and quietly.

But there is a case in everything, and whenever that one comes, it becomes ten thousand.

Chen Zimeng is one of Zhang Qiancheng's lives.

This is true of the Kashiwa Leaf Sect, and it is also true here.

Fate is the most incomprehensible.