The wings of the ice phoenix virtual shadow are more than three hundred meters long after the wings are unfolded, and each time the wings flap, they can fly three hundred miles.

"The Binghuang ancient holy body is as famous as the real dragon body, and it is only weaker than the true **** body. The Phoenix family is even more famous for speed. At the current speed of Lingxi, even if you encounter a step of the Holy King, There is also the ability to escape. "Zhang Ruochen secretly said.

Behind the Binghuang virtual shadow, I do not know how far to chase.

Gradually, a thick iris vine appeared in front of them, intertwined between the sky and the ground, both like a colorful sacred tree and a colorful net.

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

Suddenly ...

"Wow--"

A cloud of flame rushed out of the iris vine, hitting the ice phoenix ghost flying above.

With a slap, Binghuang Xuying was beaten with a wailing sound and fell from the air.

The light emanating from the Binghuang virtual shadow became dim a lot.

Because the true shadow was attacked, Mu Lingxi only felt the blood in his body was not smooth, and it was difficult to stabilize his body. Jiao's body kept going backwards. Just then, a warm and generous palm was pressed against her back, forming a swirling momentum to dissolve the force that she was bearing.

Mu Lingxi glanced back, just to see Zhang Ruochen's Zhang Junxiu's face and sharp eyes.

"I come."

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

The flame did not dissipate, but dived down.

It was a sacred bird with three heads, but the flame emanating from it was too dazzling to look like a flame.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the flame holy bird coldly, forming a palm print on his right hand and hitting it with one palm.

In his palm, a dragon flew out, hitting the flame holy bird, and then both burst and burst apart at the same time, turning into a rain of fire.

The magic sound revealed a strange look, saying: "Is it a sacred bird or a fireball?"

"It's just an old guy, just a pattern drawn." Zhang Ruochen said.

Mu Lingxi retracted the shadow of the true, and guessed who Zhang Ruochen said was the old guy, and her small mouth was a curve, showing a smile that looked like a smile.

"Zhang Ruochen, my husband is a painting master, you better treat it with respect."

Between the seven-colored rainbow vine, an old man in a robe was found.

The old man was holding a bronze paintbrush, his face was stern, his eyes were dazzling, his body naturally exuding a sense of pride.

Not who Chu Siyuan is.

"Master of Painting Tao? Senior, Mr. Ju, did you swell a bit after breaking through the realm of the Holy King?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Hearing the words "Mr. Ju", Chu Siyuan's old face was full of blue veins, and powerful spirits flowed out of his heart and gathered in the bronze pen in his hand.

In the Kunlun realm, there are no more than three figures who can reach the realm of the Holy King when they practice spiritual painting. Therefore, from Chu Siyuan's point of view, it is a normal thing to claim to be the "Master of Painting", and it is a matter of course.

With his current spiritual attainments and artistic accomplishments, can't he afford this title?

He was ridiculed by a junior and shouted that he didn't want to hear a title, how could he bear it?

"What about the expansion? The old man has to teach you today."

The bronze pen in Chu Siyuan's hand, like a spirit snake, quickly danced in his hand, drawing a strange pattern in the air.

"Well."

Almost for a moment, Zhang Ruochen appeared in front of Chu Siyuan, the ancient sword in Shen Yuan in his hand, pointed at Chu Siyuan's brows, and swallowed the sword.

"So fast."

Chu Siyuan screamed in secret, at the same time, the brush in his hand stopped abruptly and did not continue sketching.

Zhang Ruochen raised the black epee in his hand and said, "What about the master painting? Even if your mental strength is twice as strong, as long as it is within my 30 feet, I can kill you with one sword."

There was no fear in Chu Siyuan's eyes, and he was still cold with an old face, as if he wanted to kill.

Zhang Ruochen asked: "What about Qiuyu?"

"Run away!" Chu Siyuan said.

Zhang Ruochen naturally did not believe, and said, "He was seriously injured at the time, and based on your cultivation, couldn't you control him?"

"You don't want to kill the cartilage of the Raksha family as a husband? Unfortunately, he just escaped." Chu Siyuan remembered what happened at the time, and was a bit annoyed, and said, "The husband chased him and chased the Phoenix Nest. In the Phoenix Nest, something strange happened. "

Zhang Ruochen said, "What a weird thing?"

"A leaf of a sycamore tree, picked him up. That leaf was flying extremely fast, and the old man tried his best to catch up." Chu Siyuan said.

Mu Lingxi's eyes blinked and she smiled: "How do you feel like this old man is writing a story?"

Chu Siyuan's anxious words said: "The old man is a master of Confucianism and Taoism, and he is decent and honest, and never speaks a half-truth in his life."

Zhang Ruochen knew, however, that the old man Chu Siyuan regarded his reputation as more important than his life and should not tell lies.

Qiuyu was really rescued by a leaf?

Behind Chu Siyuan, the beautiful silhouettes of Ba Dao Na came out, each of which has a stunning beauty and a different temperament, like eight fairies descending from the earth.

Holy Scripture Girl, Qing Mo, and Destiny Goddess ...

In addition to Canglan Wusheng, eight other black girls are here.

The saintly talented woman said: "In the ancestral realm, there are two great saints who are closely related to the ice and fire phoenix, namely Ujin Great saint and Qiaozu. According to legend, Qiaozu is a sycamore tree, and the phoenix nest of the ice and fire phoenix is ​​located in On this sycamore tree. "

Zhang Ruochen retracted the sword pointed at Chu Siyuan's brows and said, "But there is no sycamore tree near the Phoenix Nest."

"It can only be said that the Indus tree is dead, leaving only a remnant. That remnant, feeling the breath of Qiu Yu, drove a piece of Indus leaves to take him away and accept the legacy left by Qiaozu." Although the sacred book girl is analyzing, she has a certain tone.

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

Zhang Ruochen looked in the direction behind Chu Siyuan and the eight black women, and said, "Wan Canglan captures the inheritance of the Ice Fire Phoenix in it?"

"That's right."

"go."

Zhang Ruochen grabbed a small hand of Mu Lingxi and strode deep into the roots of the iris vine.

Chu Siyuan and several of the Xuan Nu rushed forward and stopped in front of Zhang Ruochen.

"What are you doing? The inheritance of Frost Phoenix, but we find it first, do you want to grab it?" The goddess of life and death was rather cold.

"What about grabbing?"

Zhang Ruochen raised his foot and stepped forward. Suddenly, a powerful sacred power broke out, and a distance of several ten feet shook the goddess Siemen back and forth.

Several other mysterious girls and Chu Siyuan were concentrating their strengths and wanted to do it, but they were stopped by the sage scholars.

The talented lady looked at Zhang Ruochen holding Mu Lingxi's hand tightly, but felt a throbbing heart, an indescribable envy, and a bit of bitterness.

However, her eyes only flashed, and no emotions appeared on her face.

The talented sage of the holy book sent a message to Chu Siyuan and several black girls, "Let them go. With our strength, we can't stop Zhang Ruochen. Besides, Sister Cang Lan is a phoenix. It can only capture part of the inheritance of the Ice Fire Phoenix. Mu Lingxi is the body of the Ice Phoenix, but it can just capture another part of the inheritance. "

After speaking these words, the bitterness of the talented lady of the Holy Book increased a bit.

Zhang Ruochen took Mu Lingxi through the iris vines to the edge of a yin and yang lake.

In the lake, half of the underwinter water and half of the net extinction fire.

In the center of the lake, a three-foot-tall bright spar is suspended. Inside the spar, there is a palm-sized phoenix. That phoenix is ​​interwoven with the rules of the Holy Word, and the breath emanates from it, which can form a huge oppression, and it can not help but produce awe.

That spar is the holy source of the Frost Phoenix.

Canglan Wusheng stood to the east of the Source of Ice and Fire Phoenix, half of his body was submerged. The lake water there is condensed by the net extinction fire, and the temperature is extremely high.

The flame turned into a liquid.

On the back of Canglan Wusheng, a pair of crimson flame phoenix wings was unfolded. As she continued to work the exercises, the liquid net extinction fire in the lake slowly merged into her body.

"Canglan Wusheng can withstand the incineration of the net extinction fire?"

Zhang Ruochen released his mental strength to investigate the past, and finally found some clues, then he suddenly realized his look and smiled, "So it is."

The net extinction fire on the edge of the lake is not pure, but merges with some underwinter water and cancels each other out. Therefore, the temperature and power are not very strong, showing a pale cyan.

The closer to the holy source of the ice and fire phoenix, the deeper the color of the lake water, the more terrible the net extinction fire. At the position closest to the Holy Source, the Net Destroyer Fire reached the level of mid-destruction, showing a blue and white color.

So is the other side of the lake.

At the edge of the lake, it is just a century of winter water, and then it gradually turns into a millennium winter water and a million years winter water. In the closest place to the source of the phoenix of the fire and fire, it is transformed into the power of the overcast ice.

Zhang Ruochen said, "I want to get the inheritance of the Phoenix of Ice and Fire, I am afraid there is no small danger."

"How can there be nothing for nothing in the world? Danger and opportunity exist together."

Mu Lingxi didn't want to live under Zhang Ruochen's shelter all the time, knowing that this was her biggest chance, even if she died, she had to fight.

After a while ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Mu Lingxi stepped into the lake, standing on the edge of the lake, and there was a century of winter water in her body.

Even the century-old winter water was cold and bitter, Mu Lingxi's petite and slender body was trembling slightly, but stood strong inside without fleeing to the shore.

As she performed her exercises, a pair of gorgeous Phoenix wings rushed out from the back.

"Why do every woman I know work so hard? They could have lived a bit easier." Zhang Ruochen's mind unconsciously emerged a few beautiful figures, and suddenly, thoughts.

However, soon Zhang Ruochen was awakened by a harsh sword sound, and those thoughts were buried deep inside.

"Master, someone wants to capture the wall of merit books ..."

"Boom."

A powerful sword gas bombarded the magic sound and knocked her out. The vines that had been entangled on the wall of the merit book were also cut off by the sword gas and turned into wood dust and dust.

(End of this chapter)