God Emperor

The wings of the Ice Phoenix Phantom are more than three hundred meters long when spread out. Each time the wings flap, it can fly three hundred miles.

"The Ancient Holy Body of Ice Phoenix is ​​as famous as the body of the true dragon, and is only a little weaker than the body of the true god. The Phoenix clan is even more famous for its speed. With Lingxi's current speed, even if he encounters the one-step holy king, he should He also has the ability to escape," Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.

He followed the Ice Phoenix phantom for an unknown distance.

Gradually, thick rainbow vines appeared in front of them. They were intertwined between the sky and the ground, like colorful sacred trees and a colorful net.

Mu Lingxi said: "The induction has become stronger, and it should be close to the inheritance place of the Ice and Fire Phoenix."

Suddenly...

"Wow——"

A ball of flame rushed out from the Rainbow Vine and hit the shadow of the Ice Phoenix flying above.

With a bang, the Ice Phoenix phantom was beaten so hard that it whined and fell from mid-air.

The light emitted by the ice phoenix shadow became much dimmer.

Because the Shadow of Zhenzhen was attacked, Mu Lingxi only felt that the blood in his body was not flowing smoothly, and it was difficult to stabilize his body, and his delicate body kept falling backwards. At this moment, a warm and generous hand pressed on her back, forming a vortex of energy that dissolved the force she was bearing.

Mu Lingxi looked back and saw Zhang Ruochen's handsome face and sharp eyes.

"I come."

A resolute and confident voice came out of Zhang Ruochen's mouth.

The flame did not dissipate, but swooped down.

It was a sacred bird with three heads, but the flames emanating from it were so dazzling that it looked like a ball of flames.

Zhang Ruochen stared coldly at the flaming holy bird, formed a palm seal with his right hand, and struck out with a palm.

From the palm of his hand, a giant dragon flew out and hit the flame sacred bird. Immediately, the two exploded at the same time, turning into a rain of fire.

Moyin showed a strange look and said: "Is it a holy bird or a fireball?"

"It's just a pattern drawn by some old guy." Zhang Ruochen said.

Mu Lingxi took the Shadow of Zhenzhen back into her body and guessed who the old guy Zhang Ruochen was talking about was. Her crystal mouth curved, revealing a look that was half-smiling but not smiling.

"Zhang Ruochen, I am a master of painting, you'd better show some respect."

Among the colorful rainbow vines, an old man wearing a Confucian robe walked out.

The old man was holding a bronze paintbrush, with a straight face, bright eyes, and a natural air of pride about his body.

It’s not who Chu Siyuan is.

"Master of Painting Dao? Senior Mr. Ju, have you become a little swollen after you broke through to the realm of the Holy King?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Upon hearing the words "Mr. Ju", rugged veins appeared on Chu Siyuan's old face, and powerful spiritual power surged from his heart and converged on the bronze pen in his hand.

In the entire Kunlun world, there are no more than three spiritual monks who practice painting and can reach the realm of the Holy King. Therefore, in Chu Siyuan's view, calling himself a "painting master" is a normal thing and a matter of course.

With his current spiritual attainments and painting skills, doesn't he deserve this title?

How could he endure being ridiculed by a junior and calling out a title he least wanted to hear?

"So what if it swells? I still have to teach you a lesson today."

The bronze pen in Chu Siyuan's hand was like a spiritual snake, dancing rapidly in his hand, drawing mysterious lines in the air.

"Uh-huh."

Almost instantly, Zhang Ruochen appeared in front of Chu Siyuan. The ancient Shen Yuan sword in his hand was pointed at the center of Chu Siyuan's eyebrows, breathing out the sword's light.

"So fast."

Chu Siyuan screamed secretly. At the same time, the brush in his hand stopped abruptly and did not continue to draw.

Zhang Ruochen raised the black heavy sword in his hand and said: "So what if you are a master of painting? Even if your mental power is twice as strong, as long as you are within thirty feet of me, I can kill you with one sword."

There was no fear in Chu Siyuan's eyes, and he still had a cold old face, looking like he would kill if he wanted to.

Zhang Ruochen asked: "Where is Qiu Yu?"

"Run away!" Chu Siyuan said.

Zhang Ruochen naturally didn't believe it and said, "He was seriously injured at that time. With your cultivation, you still couldn't control him?"

"You think I don't want to kill that weakling who took refuge in the Rakshasa tribe? Unfortunately, he just ran away." Chu Siyuan was a little angry when he thought of what happened at that time, and said: "I chased him all the way into the Phoenix Nest. But. But , but something strange happened in the Phoenix Nest."

Zhang Ruochen asked: "What's weird?"

"Pick him up with a leaf from a sycamore tree. That leaf flies extremely fast. I tried my best but couldn't catch him," Chu Siyuan said.

Mu Lingxi blinked and laughed: "Why do you feel like an old man like you is making up stories?"

Chu Siyuan said angrily: "I am a master of Confucianism and Taoism. I do things upright and will never tell a lie in my life."

Zhang Ruochen knew that Chu Siyuan, a stubborn old man, valued his reputation more than his life, so he should not tell lies.

Was Qiu Yu really rescued by a leaf?

Behind Chu Siyuan, eight graceful and beautiful figures came out, each with stunning beauty and different temperament, like eight fairies descending to the mortal world.

Holy Book Talent, Qing Mo, Siming Goddess...

In addition to Canglan Martial Saint, the other eight Xuannv are all here.

The Holy Book Talented Girl said: "In the ancestral spirit world, there are two great sages who are closely related to the Ice and Fire Phoenix, namely the Great Sage Wujin and Qiao Zu. According to legend, Qiao Zu is a sycamore tree, and the phoenix nest of the Ice and Fire Phoenix is ​​located in On top of this sycamore tree.”

Zhang Ruochen withdrew the sword pointed at Chu Siyuan's eyebrows and said, "But there are no sycamore trees near the Phoenix Nest."

"It can only mean that the sycamore tree has died, leaving only a residual thought. That residual thought felt the breath of Qiu Yu, so it drove a sycamore leaf to take him away to accept the inheritance left by Qiao Zu." Although the Holy Book Talent was analyzing, she had a certain tone.

Because the possibility she analyzed is the only possibility at present.

Zhang Ruochen looked in the direction behind Chu Siyuan and the eight Xuannv, and said, "Wan Canglan is inside seizing the inheritance of the Ice and Fire Phoenix?"

"That's right." said the Holy Book Talented Girl.

"Walk."

Zhang Ruochen grabbed one of Mu Lingxi's small hands and strode towards the depths of the rainbow vines.

Chu Siyuan and several of the mysterious ladies rushed over and blocked Zhang Ruochen.

"What do you want to do? The inheritance of the Ice and Fire Phoenix, but we found it first, do you want to snatch it?" Goddess Siming's voice was quite cold.

"So what if I rob?"

Zhang Ruochen raised his foot and stepped forward. Suddenly, a powerful holy power burst out, causing the Goddess of Ming to step backwards from a distance of more than ten feet.

The other Xuannv and Chu Siyuan were gathering their strength and wanted to take action, but they were stopped by the talented woman with the holy book.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen holding Mu Lingxi's hand tightly, the talented scholar girl felt a throbbing in her heart, with an indescribable envy and a hint of bitterness.

However, her eyes only flickered, and her face did not show any emotion.

The Holy Book Talent used her spiritual power to send a message to Chu Siyuan and the Xuannv, "Let them pass. With our strength, we cannot stop Zhang Ruochen. Besides, Sister Canglan has the body of a fire phoenix. Only part of the inheritance of the Ice and Fire Phoenix can be taken away. Mu Lingxi is the body of the ice phoenix, but he can just take away another part of the inheritance."

After saying these words, the bitterness in the heart of the Holy Book Talented Woman increased even more.

Zhang Ruochen took Mu Lingxi through the rainbow vines and came to the edge of a Yin-Yang lake.

In the lake, half is Hadong Water and half is the Pure Fire.

In the center of the lake, there is a three-foot-tall bright spar suspended. Inside the spar, there is a palm-sized phoenix. That phoenix is ​​made up of the rules of the Holy Path, and the aura it emits can form a huge oppressive force, making people feel awe.

That crystal is the holy source of the Ice and Fire Phoenix.

Martial Saint Canglan stood to the east of the Holy Source of Ice and Fire Phoenix, half of his body submerged under the water. The lake water there is condensed by the Pure Fire, and the temperature is extremely high.

The flame turned into liquid.

On the back of Canglan Martial Saint, a pair of crimson flaming phoenix wings spread out. As she continued to run her skills, the liquid pure fire of annihilation in the lake slowly merged into her body.

"Can Martial Saint Canglan withstand the incineration of the Divine Fire of Purification?"

Zhang Ruochen released his mental power to explore the past, and finally found some clues. He then showed a look of realization and said with a smile: "So that's it."

The pure fire of annihilation at the edge of the lake is not pure. Instead, it merges with part of the Hadong water and cancels each other out. Therefore, the temperature and power are not very strong, showing a light blue color.

The closer you get to the holy source of the Ice and Fire Phoenix, the darker the color of the lake becomes, and the more terrifying it becomes to destroy the divine fire. At the position closest to the holy source, the pure annihilation divine fire has reached the level of medium annihilation, showing a green and white color.

The same is true on the other side of the lake.

At the edge of the lake, there is only a hundred-year winter water, and then it gradually turns into a thousand-year winter water, and a ten-thousand-year winter water. At the position closest to the holy source of the Ice and Fire Phoenix, it turned into the power of extremely yin and dark ice.

Zhang Ruochen said: "If you want to obtain the inheritance of the Ice and Fire Phoenix, I'm afraid there is a lot of danger."

"Is there anything in the world that can be obtained without hard work? Danger and opportunity coexist."

Mu Lingxi didn't want to live under Zhang Ruochen's protection forever. She knew that this was her biggest chance. Even if she died, she had to give it a try.

A moment later, Mu Lingxi stepped into the lake and stood at the edge, with hundreds of years of winter water densely surrounding her body.

Even the century-old Mingdong water was bitingly cold. Mu Lingxi's petite and slender body was trembling slightly, but she stood strong in it and did not escape back to the shore.

As she moved her skills, a pair of gorgeous phoenix wings shot out from her back.

"Why do every woman I know work so hard? They could have had an easier life." Several beautiful figures appeared in Zhang Ruochen's mind unconsciously, and he was suddenly filled with thoughts.

However, Zhang Ruochen was soon awakened by a harsh sword sound, and his thousands of thoughts were buried deep in his heart.

"Master, someone wants to seize the merit book wall..."

"Boom."

A powerful sword energy struck Moyin's body, sending her flying backwards. The vines that were originally wrapped around the wall of the merit book were cut off by the sword energy and turned into sawdust and dust.