Chen Zimeng was about to say something, Feng Ling continued, "What's more important is that you have refined Lian Fenghuo. This sword is the inheritance of the Curse Sect. The inscription on it is the numerology of the nine of you! After you have refined it, you will naturally engrave it on it, but I can't understand your inscriptions and numerology!"

Feng Ling waved, Lian Fenghuo appeared in his hand, flipped his sword, and pointed the nine inscriptions arranged in sequence at Chen Zimeng. Chen Zimeng looked down and saw from the first one to the ninth one, he looked extremely seriously!

Then he found that the first inscription glowed slightly, flowing with an indescribable charm.

The other inscriptions are dim and dull, the ninth inscription is even more blurry, and it seems very light on the sword body. Sometimes, if you don’t pay attention, Chen Zimeng will ignore this inscription.

But a familiar feeling came. Chen Zimeng looked at the ninth inscription as if he was looking at himself. Chen Zimeng felt very surprised. He didn't know what numerology was.

Looking at the other inscriptions, Feng Ling said that it was the numerology seal carvings of the other eight people, but Chen Zimeng could not feel any breath, only a mysterious and unique charm, as if something was hidden.

Chen Zimeng guessed whether this would be related to the cultivation path of the Mantra Sect!

After pondering for a long time, Chen Zimeng looked at Feng Ling, "So your function is to remind me?"

After a blank look, Feng Ling waved her sleeves, "No, but because you are a disciple of the Curse Sect, we are both together with our lives!"

"I have a question, where are my senior brothers?" Chen Zimeng thought for a while. According to Feng Ling, Lian Fenghuo should have been the weapon of those selected disciples of the Curse Sect before. So what happened? Feng Ling would have been here with Lian Fenghuo because of the Nirvana Tribulation and was placed on the top of Qijiao Mountain.

Above him, the eight disciples of the Mantra Sect, are they living or dead? If they were still alive, where would they be now?

"I don't know, I had no memory at all before the Nirvana Calamity and during the Nirvana Calamity, and it seemed that I had been erased. I don't know what happened to the Nirvana Calamity, and where they went, whether they were born or died. The only thing that can be sure is that after each Nirvana Calamity, even the beacon will follow me inexplicably and silently wait for the arrival of the next disciple of the Mantra Sect!"

A little anxious, Feng Ling stood up and took a step forward, leaned down and looked at Chen Zimeng, "You may not know that this time is my ninth Nirvana Tribulation, that is, the last time. I vaguely remember that someone said that the ninth disciple of the Mantra Sect will be the last hope for a thing, that is, you seem to have to accomplish something! Otherwise, a huge disaster will come to this world!"

After being stunned, Chen Zimeng laughed silently, "What's the matter?"

Feng Ling shook her head, "I don't know!"

"Then what do you remember?" Chen Zimeng asked!

"I still remember that the inheritance of your Curse Sect on Lianfenghuo, but you need to wait until you build the foundation before you can get it!"

"To build the foundation?"

"Yes, and it's perfect foundation building through the twelfth level of Qi training!" Feng Ling's answer was very affirmative, but Chen Zimeng didn't understand!

"The twelfth level of Qi training? Isn't it the nine level of Qi training?"

He glanced at Chen Zimeng meaningfully, and Feng Ling shook her body and walked away elsewhere.

"I don't know the current situation in the cultivation world, but your Mantra Sect inheritance really requires the foundation building of the twelve realms of Qi training. You can practice it slowly!"

He walked out not far and turned around again, "From the senior brothers I observed, the difficulties and obstacles faced by the disciples of the Curse Sect are deeper, and your cultivation must be stronger! The benefits brought by the twelve realms of Qi training are great."

"As for why there are so many disasters and difficulties, I don't know. Just think you are unlucky. You are also called the person who is robbed. This is your disaster!"

"Asking for the robbery?" Chen Zimeng had a bad premonition that he might have come into contact with some amazing secrets!

"It's nothing. Cultivation is just about going against the will of heaven. It's normal for occasionally to go astray!" Feng Ling was very open-minded. Although she didn't know what happened every time Nirvana Calamity, she just woke up and changed the world, and the disciples of the Curse Sect standing beside him were also changed!

However, Chen Zimeng also heard a sense of sadness from Feng Ling's language. It seemed that some of the memories Nirvana brought to her still made her very sad!

In the dark, no one can tell who you will meet next step!

Chen Zimeng thought about it secretly, but couldn't figure out his thoughts, so he shook his head and looked up at Feng Ling, "Let's talk about these things later. Now I'll go out first. I don't know what the outside world is. I still have to compete!"

"This is your soul space. I am just because of the special nature of Nirvana. Everything here is controlled by you. If you want to go out, you can go out at any time!"

"Is this true?" Chen Zimeng was secretly shocked!

"I controlled the flying sword outside, but for some special reasons, I couldn't do anything. You can do it yourself, do you need to destroy it?"

"I will deal with it myself! So what about you? What is your current state? Or, you are dead!" Slowly stood up, Chen Zimeng planned to go out to solve Zhang Qiancheng. Since he had become a descendant of the Mantra Sect, he seemed to be unable to change anything for the time being, so accept it first and wait until he slowly understands these things in the future!

"You're dead. I'm Nirvana. It seems that something happened to me, and I was swallowed by you. But I'm not suitable to appear in front of people. When you solve the problem outside, choose a secluded place and I'll go out!" Feng Ling slowly swayed to a distance, waved her hand and countless flowers rose up, and soon formed a swing in front of her, which was very beautiful.

Feng Ling sat on the swing and shook slightly.

Chen Zimeng nodded, and his mind moved, and his mind instantly changed.

On the round platform, Zhang Qiancheng looked full of horror, but Taoist Lianwu rushed over, but he was shocked halfway through.

On the other side, Ning Qin used his flying sword to stab the platform, and Murong Yicang and Zhong Fei and others rushed to this side.

Chen Zimeng felt hot, but then he looked in front of him. Zhang Qiancheng pulled back. A long gray light was shaking in Chen Zimeng's heart, trying to fly towards Zhang Qiancheng in the distance, but was locked by a light golden light and hung in the air and unable to move.

A small hole in the clothes on his heart was torn, and a small amount of blood was stained on his clothes, but Chen Zimeng's heart was not hurt. Chen Zimeng knew that this must be because of Feng Ling.

He didn't care immediately and stretched out his hand to signal to Ning Qin. Ning Qin's flying sword had already flew to the round platform, but was stopped by the round platform's shield and was stabbing inside with all his strength, trying to pierce the shield!

Seeing Chen Zimeng's gesture, Ning Qin was slightly stunned, then put away the flying sword. Murong Yicang and others rushed forward. Seeing Ning Qin stop, looking up again, he saw Chen Zimeng's gaze, signaling them not to hurry first!

Taoist Lianwu was silent, his figure was stuck in the air. He turned around incredibly and looked at Lu Feng who was still sitting on the high platform, and asked with his eyes.

Lu Feng shook his head and signaled Taoist Lianwu to come back, and his eyes were on Chen Zimeng, which was unclear!

Chen Zimeng reached out and pulled out an ordinary flying sword, handed his hand forward, hanging in the air, aiming the sword tip at Zhang Qiancheng.

Looking inside, Chen Zimeng found that there was no whirlpool in his dantian, but there was an extra sea area, spiritual power turned into the sea, and the nine levels of Qi training!

Chen Zimeng stopped slightly, waved his hand, Lian Fenghuo was held in his hand, and on the sword body, the light of the first inscription gradually faded, and then there was no more fluctuations.

Zhang Qiancheng stood on the other side of the round platform. Before he could come to his senses, he saw Chen Zimeng raise the flying sword in his hand and slash at the flying sword he was trapped.

"No!" Zhang Qiancheng roared, and his figure immediately stabbed towards Chen Zimeng. He tried his best to control his flying sword in his mind and wanted to escape from control. However, Zhang Qiancheng was still halfway, but Chen Zimeng had already poured all his spiritual power into Lianfenghuo, and tried his best to activate Lianfenghuo and emit the strongest attack.

"Click!" A crisp sound rang out, Zhang Qiancheng's face was full of disbelief, and suddenly trembled, spitting out a mouthful of blood. For an instant, his face looked like white paper, extremely pale!

The sword cultivator's flying sword is nourished by the sword cultivator himself. Once the flying sword is damaged or destroyed, the sword cultivator will naturally suffer a huge backlash, and in serious cases, it may cause life to be damaged!

Zhang Qiancheng was seriously injured. A purple talisman on his body shone brightly. Countless pure energy was poured into his body. For a moment, he controlled Zhang Qiancheng's injuries and saved Zhang Qiancheng's life.

Chen Zimeng knew that it must be the life-saving thing given to Zhang Qiancheng by the Evil Sword Zhang family, and couldn't help but admire the benefits of having a huge force behind him.

Standing behind the big forces, sometimes it is hard to die as long as you don’t commit suicide!

"Boom!" In front of Chen Zimeng, the gray flying sword shattered and then exploded, causing a wave of air to disperse around.

Chen Zimeng did not collect his sword, but walked around and slashed the beacon along a fragment of a flying sword and slashed towards Zhang Qiancheng.

Irons are hit while it is hot, and people are killed while it is injured!

Zhang Qiancheng roared angrily, his sleeves flew, and a small statue was exposed, trembling slightly, and a "click" sound rang out. The statue instantly became larger. It was a statue of a warrior holding a sword, emitting an extremely sharp breath. A glimmer of light flashed in the statue's eyes, and the sword in his hand was instantly raised high, and then fell down. It was directly slashed on the flying Lianfeng fire without any deviation.

Lian Fenghuo shook and landed on the ground. Chen Zimeng's throat turned sweet and a mouthful of blood came to his mouth. Before he could be shocked, he hurriedly recalled Lian Fenghuo and looked at Zhang Qiancheng with regret.

Unfortunately, if Zhang Qiancheng hadn't had too many magic weapons on his body and were all extremely powerful magic weapons, Zhang Qiancheng would have died in this attack.

But now on the round platform, neither of them took action, but just stared at each other. Zhang Qiancheng was extremely miserable, his flying sword was destroyed and almost died. He used a few powerful magic weapons, and he was even more miserable.

Chen Zimeng was not having a good time. Although Fenghuo was only a small degree of refining, it was connected to him. Even the attacks Fenghuo received would be fed back to him.

Whether it was Taoist Lianwu or Lu Feng, no one said anything. On and off the stage, it was quiet. Feng Ling kept looking at Zhang Qiancheng and Chen Zimeng, his eyes were shocked.

Zhang Yi's eyes fell on Chen Zimeng, meaningful. When the phoenix shadow appeared to solve the life-and-death crisis for Chen Zimeng, he kept watching Chen Zimeng.
Chapter completed!