The wings of the Ice Phoenix Shadow are more than 300 meters long after they are spread out. Each wing can fly for 300 miles.

"The ancient saint body of the Ice Phoenix is ​​as famous as the body of the True Dragon, and it is only 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 a saint king, he should have the ability to escape." Zhang Ruochen said in his heart.

I followed behind the Ice Phoenix Phantom, and I don’t know how far I chased.

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

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

Suddenly...

"Wow—"

A ball of flame rushed out of the rainbow-turned vine and hit the shadow of the ice phoenix flying in the sky.

With a bang, the shadow of the Ice Phoenix was beaten to a whine and fell from mid-air.

The light emitted by the shadow of the ice phoenix became much dimmed.

Because the true shadow was attacked, Mu Lingxi only felt that the blood and energy in his body were not smooth and it was difficult to stabilize his body, and his delicate body kept retreating backwards. At this moment, a warm and broad palm pressed on her back, forming a vortex qi force, which dissolved the power she was under.

Mu Lingxi looked back and happened to see Zhang Ruochen's handsome face and sharp eyes.

"I'll do it."

A firm and confident voice spit out from Zhang Ruochen's mouth.

The flame did not dissipate, but instead swooped down.

It was a holy bird with three heads, but the flames emitted from its body were too dazzling and looked like a ball of flame.

Zhang Ruochen stared at the flaming holy bird coldly, formed a palm print with his right hand, and slapped it out with one palm.

A giant dragon flew out from the palm of his hand, hitting the body of the sacred bird of flames. Then, both of them exploded and opened at the same time, turning into a rain of fire.

Mo Yin 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 the truth back into his body and guessed who the old guy Zhang Ruochen was talking about. His crystal-clear little mouth curled up, revealing a smile.

"Zhang Ruochen, I am the master of painting, you'd better respect it."

Between the seven-colored rainbow-formed vines, an old man wearing a Confucian robe walked out.

The old man held a bronze brush in his hand, his face, his eyes were bright and his body naturally felt a sense of pride.

Who is not Chu Siyuan?

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

Hearing the three words "Mr. Ju", Chu Siyuan's old face showed rugged blue veins, and powerful spiritual power surged out of his heart and gathered towards the bronze pen in his hand.

In the entire Kunlun Realm, there are no more than three people who can reach the realm of a Saint King in spiritual power of cultivating the Tao of Painting. Therefore, in Chu Siyuan's view, it is normal and a matter of course to call himself "the master of the Tao of Painting".

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

He was actually ridiculed by a junior and even shouted that he didn't want to hear a title the most, how could he tolerate it?

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

The bronze pen in Chu Siyuan's hand was like a spirit snake, dancing quickly in his hand, drawing mysterious patterns in mid-air.

"Swish."

Almost in an instant, Zhang Ruochen appeared in front of Chu Siyuan, and the ancient sword in his hand pointed to Chu Siyuan's eyebrows, swallowing and spitting out the sword light.

“So fast.”

Chu Siyuan shouted inwardly, but at the same time, the brush in his hand stopped and did not continue to outline.

Zhang Ruochenping raised the black heavy sword in his hand and said, "So what about the Master of Huadao? Even if your mental power is twice as strong, as long as it is within thirty feet of mine, I can still kill you with one sword."

Chu Siyuan's eyes were not afraid, and he still had an old face cold, as if he wanted to kill him.

Zhang Ruochen asked, "Where is Qiuyu?"

"Run!" Chu Siyuan said.

Zhang Ruochen naturally disbelief and said, "He was seriously injured at that time. With your cultivation level, can't control him?"

"Do you think I don't want to kill the cord who defected to the Rakshasa clan? Unfortunately, he just ran away." Chu Siyuan was also a little angry when he remembered what happened at that time and said, "I have been chasing him and keep chasing him into the Phoenix Nest. However, a strange thing happened in the Phoenix Nest."

Zhang Ruochen said: "What strange thing?"

"A leaf of a sycamore tree picked him up. The leaf flew extremely fast. I tried my best to catch up." Chu Siyuan said.

Mu Lingxi blinked his eyes and laughed: "Why do you feel like you, the old senior, are making up stories?"

Chu Siyuan said furiously: "I am a master of Confucianism and Taoism. I am upright in my work and will never say a lie in my life."

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

Qiuyu was really rescued by a leaf?

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

The talented woman in the Holy Book, Qing Mo, the Goddess of Si Ming...

Except for Canglan Martial Saint, the other eight Xuanniao women are all here.

The talented woman from the Holy Book said: "In the ancestral spirit world, there are two great saints who are closely related to the Ice and Fire Phoenix, namely the Wujin Great Saint and Qiao Zu. According to legend, Qiao Zu is a sycamore tree, and the phoenix nest of the Ice and Fire Phoenix is ​​located on this sycamore tree."

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

"It can only mean that the sycamore tree is dead, leaving only a remnant. That remnant feels the breath of Qiuyu, so it drives a piece of sycamore tree leaves to take him away and accept the inheritance left by Qiao Zu." Although the talented woman in the Holy Book was analyzing, she also had a positive tone.

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

Zhang Ruochen looked behind Chu Siyuan and the eight mysterious women and said, "Wan Canglan is snatching the inheritance of the Ice and Fire Phoenix?"

"That's right." said the talented woman from the Holy Book.

"Walk."

Zhang Ruochen grabbed Mu Lingxi's little hand and strode towards the depths of the rainbow-turned vines.

Chu Siyuan and several of the mysterious women rushed over and stopped in front of Zhang Ruochen.

"What are you going to do? The inheritance of the Ice and Fire Phoenix, but we will find it first. Do you want to rob it?" The voice of the goddess Si Ming was quite cold.

"So what if you grab it?"

Zhang Ruochen raised his foot and stepped forward. Suddenly, a powerful holy power burst out. With a distance of more than ten feet, the goddess Siming retreated repeatedly.

The other Xuannv and Chu Siyuan were gathering their strength and trying to take action, but they were stopped by the talented woman from the Holy Book.

The talented woman in the Holy Book looked at Zhang Ruochen holding Mu Lingxi's hand tightly, and felt a throbbing in her heart, a kind of indescribable envy and a hint of bitterness.

However, her eyes flashed by, and no emotion appeared on her face.

The talented woman in the Holy Book used her mental power and sent a message to Chu Siyuan and several Xuanniaos, "Let them go over. With our strength, we can't stop Zhang Ruochen. Besides, Sister Canglan is the body of the fire phoenix, and can only seize part of the inheritance of the ice and fire phoenix. Mu Lingxi is the body of the ice phoenix, but she can seize another part of the inheritance."

After saying this, the bitterness in the heart of the talented girl in the Holy Book increased a little more.

Zhang Ruochen took Mu Lingxi and passed through the rainbow-turned vines and arrived at the edge of a yin and yang lake.

In the lake, half is the dark winter water and half is the pure divine fire.

In the center of the lake, a three-foot-high dazzling crystal is suspended. Inside the crystal, there is a phoenix the size of a palm. The phoenix is ​​interwoven by the rules of the holy path. The breath emitted can form a huge pressure, making people unable to help but feel awe.

That crystal stone is the holy source of the ice and fire phoenix.

The Canglan Martial Saint stood on the east side of the Ice and Fire Phoenix Holy Source, and half of his body was submerged under the water. The lake water there was condensed from the Jingmiao Divine Fire and was extremely hot.

The flame turns into liquid state.

On the back of Canglan Martial Saint, a pair of red flame phoenix wings spread out. As she continued to use her skills, the liquid pure divine fire in the lake slowly merged into her body.

"Canglan Martial Saint can withstand the burning of the Jingmiao Divine Fire?"

Zhang Ruochen released his mental power to explore the past, and finally found some clues. Then he showed a sudden enlightenment and smiled and said, "So that's it."

The pure divine fire at the edge of the lake is not pure, but instead merges with some of the Mingdong water and cancels out each other. Therefore, the temperature and power are not very strong, and they appear light blue.

The closer you are to the holy source of the Ice and Fire Phoenix, the darker the color of the lake, the more terrifying the Jingmiao Divine Fire. At the closest to the Holy Source, the Jingmiao Divine Fire has reached the level of middle destruction, showing a blue-white color.

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

On the edge of the lake, there is only a hundred-year-old dark winter water, and then it gradually becomes a thousand-year-old dark winter water and a thousand-year-old dark winter water. At the location closest to the Holy Source of Ice and Fire Phoenix, it has even turned into the power of extreme Yin and Ming Ice.

Zhang Ruochen said: "If you want to obtain the inheritance of the Ice and Fire Phoenix, it is probably a big danger."

"How can there be something in the world that can be obtained without work? Danger and opportunity coexist."

Mu Lingxi didn't want to live under Zhang Ruochen's protection all the time. He knew that this was her greatest chance. Even if she died, she had to try it.

After a while, Mu Lingxi stepped into the lake, stood at the edge, and was covered with the hundred-year-old dark winter water around her body.

Even the Hundred Years of Ming Dongshui is still biting cold and cold. Mu Lingxi's petite and slender body is trembling slightly, but she is standing inside with a strong force and does not escape back to the shore.

As she activates her skills, a pair of gorgeous phoenix wings rushed out of her back.

"Why do every woman I know work so hard? They could have lived a easier life." Zhang Ruochen's mind unconsciously showed several beautiful figures, and suddenly, they had a lot of thoughts.

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

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

"Boom."

A powerful sword energy hit Mo Yin's body and knocked her back. The vines that were originally entangled in the wall of the merit book were also cut off by the sword energy and turned into wood chips and dust.
Chapter completed!