Under the boundless black fog, Chen Zimeng's eyes were just dark, and then Li Li and a few people disappeared, surrounded by dark green pupils, but in each pupil, there were different threads, some were hesitant, some were confused, some were flashing with sharp light, and some were full of tenderness.

Chen Zimeng held the sword in his hand, and on top of the Beacon Fire Sword, the nine numerology inscriptions lit up in turn, and when it was Chen Zimeng's turn to have numerology inscriptions, what flickered was a blue light that was different from the other eight golden inscriptions.

Chen Zimeng's mind turned a thousand times, but he couldn't tune out half of the other side flower, Chen Zimeng remembered that before the difference, the other side flower was full of suppression, so he no longer mobilized the magic power of the other side flower, but twisted his fingers and pinched a thunder trick.

But what puzzled Chen Zimeng was that wisps of thunder appeared on him, and all around him were illuminated by thunder, but there was no shadow of the slightest difference, except for the dark green pupils, nothing else happened.

Chen Zimeng was not puzzled, he was very puzzled by the poor means, but he didn't dare to have the slightest contempt and laxity, his mind moved, and the thunder was overwhelming, and all of a sudden, the countless dark green pupils around him only showed anger.

"Presumptuous!"

A cold drink came, and then scattered around, and suddenly countless echoes reached Chen Zimeng's ears, Chen Zimeng covered his head, this cold drink, with extremely strong power, and directly attacked Chen Zimeng's mind.

"Presumptuous, unbridled......"

"You dare to be disrespectful to Ben, it's against you......"

There was a stinging pain in his mind, and more echoes rushed over, Chen Zimeng had no choice but to kneel on the ground with his sword, enduring the sharp pain in his mind, Chen Zimeng yelled.

"Shut up!"

The voices around him stagnated, and then they became louder, each of which pierced his head, and Chen Zimeng's cheeks were full of cold sweat.

"I'll tell you, shut up!"

The nine inscriptions on the beacon fire were made in succession, and the golden light was wrapped in a touch of blue, and a star phantom spread to the surroundings with the sword light, all the sounds were drowned out by the sound of the sword, and all the dark green pupils were covered by the sword light.

After the sword light, Chen Zimeng's eyes were clear, a red light hung high in the sky, the soft clouds slowly swam away with the wind, the soft grass under his feet, the cascading mountains in the distance, the sound of the wind blowing through the mountains and forests, the soft chirping of birds, the murmuring of streams, and the soft groans of flower buds.

It's so beautiful, it's so moving.

But Chen Zimeng shook his head, as if he had suffered a great pain, his cheeks were full of sweat, and his palms were also eroded by sweat, Chen Zimeng was about to lose his grip on the Lian Feng Fire in his hand, and at this moment in his eyes, he was staring at a figure in front of him.

It was Chen Yao, who was in a Confucian shirt, and at this moment he turned around with a warm smile on his face, "Zimeng, are you awake?"

"I ......" Chen Zimeng opened his mouth but couldn't speak, but soon Chen Zimeng's mind was blank, he couldn't remember what he was doing, and he couldn't remember how he got here.

He lowered his head and looked at Lian Fenghuo in his hand, feeling very familiar, but very unfamiliar, Chen Yao asked very strangely, "What are you doing with a sword in your hand?"

"This sword...... I...... Who am I?"

Chen Yao chuckled lightly, and walked towards Chen Zimeng, "Have you forgotten who you are?" Zimeng, haven't you woken up yet?"

"I ......" Chen Zimeng raised his head with a headache, but found that Chen Yao was holding a short knife at some point, stabbing it fiercely towards his heart.

"Daddy......"

Frozen all of a sudden, Chen Zimeng opened his eyes wide, there was a roar in his mind, Chen Yao's short knife stabbed, but he was stunned, maybe it was an instinctive reaction, the next moment, Chen Zimeng suddenly lifted the Lian Fenghuo in his hand, blocked the knife in Chen Yao's hand, and stabbed forward, straight into Chen Yao's heart.

"Zimeng, you, you actually killed me......"

Cold sweat dripped down the corners of Chen Zimeng's eyes, Chen Zimeng opened his mouth to explain, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open his mouth to speak, the Lian Feng Fire in his hand emitted a crystal light, and in a touch of blue light, Chen Zimeng saw countless starry sky shadows.

The darkness returned in front of him, Chen Yao disappeared, and there was no sound of mountains and forests in front of him, let alone sky and grass.

It was like a dream, but all of a sudden, Chen Zimeng couldn't remember what he had just done, and he couldn't remember where he was, when a thunderclap suddenly sounded in his mind, and a familiar voice sounded.

"Chen Zimeng, don't wake up yet?"

"Who is it?" Chen Zimeng shouted, his eyes opened, and he found himself standing in a ring, with Zhang Qiancheng standing in front of him, and on a high platform not far away, Wudao and Lu Feng were sitting in the middle, but there was no trace of a smile on their faces.

Next to the two of them, Ning Qin was getting up, Feng Ling and Zhang Yi jumped off the stage, and they were walking towards this side, Zhang Qiancheng's wrist, a gray flying sword was trembling, and it would be sacrificed at any time.

Chen Zimeng was in a trance all of a sudden, he returned to Bai Yezong, at this moment it was on the arena between him and Zhang Qiancheng, looking to the left, the audience was crowded with people, and at the front of the crowd, next to Murong Yicang, sat Zhong Fei, Li Yi, Bai Dao, Shang Chi, and Wang Lin.

They looked at Chen Zimeng worriedly, Zhong Fei opened his mouth wide, as if he was scolding Zhang Qiancheng angrily, but there was no sound around, and in Chen Zimeng's eyes, everything was frozen.

A tear suddenly flowed from the corner of Chen Zimeng's eyes, and he couldn't wait to go to the side of Murong and the others, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, he could never break free.

Zhang Qiancheng on the opposite side suddenly shouted angrily, and the voice fell in Chen Zimeng's ears, but it seemed extremely far away, Chen Zimeng was surprised, turned his head to look, but found that he was falling backwards, and the sky fell into his eyes, full of dark clouds.

"Chen Zimeng, wake up!"

"Boom!"

There was only endless darkness in front of Chen Zimeng's eyes, Zhang Qiancheng's voice became farther and farther away, and finally until there was no more left, the whirring sound filled his ears, and Chen Zimeng clearly sensed that something cold fell on him.

The black-pressed sky was full of storms and rains, the paths built on the cliffs were washed clean, and the bluestone slabs shone with a dark black light, and occasionally flashed thunder and lightning on the horizon.

In a dark grotto, a young man sat cross-legged, with a package beneath him, and a book in his hand, no lamp, no fire, and a flash of thunder and lightning outside, bringing a glimmer of light.

The young man's face was full of calm, and his eyes were full of indifference, and the thunder and lightning roaring between heaven and earth seemed to him to be insignificant at all.

Suddenly, a trace of pain flashed in the young man's eyes, the scroll in his hand fell to the ground, the young man reached out and hugged his head, and countless memories came to his mind like a tide.

"Here it is...... Chu State ......"

The memory receded like a tide, and in less than a moment, the sweaty boy raised his head in surprise, he didn't understand what he was doing, and after groaning, the boy picked up the scroll on the ground, patted the dust, and put it in his arms.

"Chen Zimeng, go forward with your sword and break the reincarnation spell!"

In the darkness, there was suddenly a touch of snow-white sword light, Chen Zimeng slowly stood up from the ground, and a mysterious aura rushed forward above the beacon fire.

In a cloud of black mist, a pair of green pupils flashed a trace of incredulity, followed by an uncontrollable panic, the black mist swirled, and a piece of rot fell from a rotten face, and the rot fell into a ship under the black mist, and suddenly a monster full of festering to the extreme, holding a large knife.

Chen Zimeng snorted coldly, and a sword was handed forward, the sword light was several feet away, and the monster let out a roar from its mouth, roaring and rushing forward, colliding with the sword light.

The rot on the monster fell down, and soon the monster was only left with a bunch of skeletons, but the skeleton did not have the slightest intention of disintegrating, the monster still rushed forward to kill, Chen Zimeng raised his hand, and a lot of other flowers drilled out of the ground, tightly entangled the monster.

Chen Zimeng looked to the left, wrapped in a cloud of black mist, Li Li, Ying Zhan and Ying Hui were full of pain, and the sound was in the throat, Chen Zimeng mentioned countless spiritual powers and turned into sound waves and roared out.

"Give it to me, wake up!"

The sound wave swept across the underground palace corridor, and Li Li and the three of them were shocked, then opened their eyes, and almost struggled to rush forward, with a terrible roar coming out of their mouths.

"No, it can't be, you don't want to escape reincarnation. ”

Chen Zimeng snorted coldly, "Pretend to be a ghost, give me death!" Then the big palm stretched out, countless spiritual power disintegrated into particles, and the wind and earth suddenly surged, and an illusory big hand grabbed forward, and within the underground palace corridor, only a loud roar was left at this moment.

"No, damn it!"

Li Liman stepped forward tiredly, raised a big net, and shouted, "Let me see, what are you?"

The big net pounced out, instantly unfolded and closed instantly, the black mist continued to roll, like boiling water, Chen Zimeng was silent, stretched out his hand and pinched it fiercely, and the screams came.

"Ahh

The monster entangled by the flowers on the other side roared, and then the skeleton made a clicking sound, and then collapsed into ashes, and the poor face was revealed in front of several people as the black mist dissipated, Ying Zhan frowned, very puzzled.

"What kind of creature is this?"

Chen Zimeng shook his head, "It's not a living being, there is no breath of life, it is estimated that it is a strange existence, forget it, kill it." ”

Saying that, Chen Zimeng raised his sword, the sword light gushed, and when he saw that he was about to kill him, he hurriedly shouted, "Don't, don't kill me, I'll tell you the secret of the flower on the other side." ”

Chen Zimeng's sword hung less than an inch above his head, and when Li Li saw this, he asked, "You don't believe this kind of nonsense, do you? You must know that if he makes up some lies and has evil intentions, we have no way to verify the truth or falsehood." ”

He hurriedly added: "I must not lie to you, what I said is true, besides, you also have the other side of the flower, you should be able to verify whether it is true or not." ”

Chen Zimeng was silent, his face was full of calm, and he was suddenly a little anxious, the black mist surged up all of a sudden, Chen Zimeng hummed lightly, and the tip of the sword pressed down.

"Don't kill me, I can pass on the magic of reincarnation to you, this is my magic power at the bottom of the box, I can give it to you, you know, this magic is about the avenue of reincarnation, you have the other side of the flower, how can you give up the avenue of reincarnation?"

Chen Zimeng was surprised, thinking about everything before, he was suddenly very curious about this reincarnation technique, at this moment, the sword was slightly raised a little distance, Chen Zimeng said with a smile.

"Reincarnation? well, very human!"

Just when he was almost relieved, suddenly a powerful divine thought rushed out, and he went straight into the black mist where he was, and the poor green pupils were full of incredible, and on the rotten face, all the rot fell down one by one.

The dark green pupils gradually became sluggish, and the poor eyes slowly fell into darkness, and in the last trace of clarity, Chen Zimeng's cold words sounded in the ears of the poor.

"I'll take what I want!"