Emperor Manyang asked Ling Feng to treat him as the pillar of heaven in case one day when Ling Feng was preparing to rebuild the earth, there was a pillar of heaven as the support of the earth's world.

This seems reasonable on the surface. After all, there was a huge pillar of heaven at the beginning, and it was later developed into eight dimensions.

But Ling Feng vaguely felt that there seemed to be no relationship between Emperor Manyang and Tianzhu.

In addition, Emperor Manyang also reminded Ling Feng that the reconstruction of the earth's world must have the process of "turning into the eight heavenly dimensions of the earth's world together".

In other words, one day in the future, the four thunder pool spirits, namely the Golden Retriever Winged Tiger God, Qingyuan Thunder King, Kukur Kandongbusha, and the other four thunder pool spirits, must return to the original state of heaven to help Ling Feng create a new earth world.

These are all spiritual bodies. In Ling Feng's opinion, it seems that it is no big deal to restore them to the state of Tianwei. If it is just like this, there is no need to use the spirit of Emperor Manyang to compare the changes of the four major spiritual bodies, right?

After all, although Ling Feng has feelings for many spirits, if they turn them back into their original state of Tianwei, Ling Feng does not feel embarrassed.

Could it be that the other four thunder pool worlds that have not been found are not simple spiritual bodies? They even have to use the situation of killing the Manyang Emperor to compare the process of Ling Feng’s reduction of the other four spiritual bodies to Tianwei?

Ling Feng didn't have so much thought to think or imagine at this moment, because he was completely fisted by himself and wanted to tie up the situation where Emperor Manyang's spiritual essence was broken, and he was always unwilling to do that.

"Do it, my friend Ling Feng, you can get the fruit you hope for in the end, just like you can only see me if you break my spiritual body. Don't you want to see me?"

"Human life from birth to death is actually just from human form to object form. There is no real saying of life and death. Get it quickly and don't be so obsessed! Believe me, nothing will make you regret it, disciple..."

In order to allow Ling Feng to take action decisively, Emperor Manyang even called him another title of Ling Feng, who called Ling Feng "disciple". He used to call Ling Feng a friend, but now he is directly called his disciple.

When Ling Feng heard the two most affectionate words in the world, his heart trembled. The Tianyuan Emperor's Leaf, which had not been sensed for a long time, burned cold flames again.

Yes, I believe in Emperor Manyang, the senior who thought about it day and night, wanted to respect him as his teacher, and since he had arranged everything, he must have his own reason!

Ling Feng's thoughts suddenly loosened, and he suddenly realized the truth that perhaps only one stone could understand-

That is, even the people who care the most, their life and death are actually irrelevant, because there is no difference between walking in this world in the form of a person and sliding in this eternal star in the form of a stone.

They are just one form, they are just dust and air. Life is a form, and stone is also a form. Since they are just eternal things in the universe, or things that do not exist, how can there be a difference between life and death? Why bother with the deep affection and shallow affection in life?

"ah------"

Ling Feng's sea of ​​consciousness suddenly exploded, urging his right hand to twist out a huge fist lingering with endless divine power and hit Pengcang Mountain opposite.

That is the man's fist, which is above the pressure of men. The man's pressure is like a mountain. The man's anger is the prehistoric divine fist at this moment. When the mountain breaks the mountain, the earth breaks the earth, the sadness and joy breaks the sorrow and joy breaks the sorrow and joy, when the sorrow and sorrow breaks the sorrow, when the prehistoric world breaks the prehistoric world, when the stars breaks the star!

He hit Pengcang Mountain, and his voice spread in the different time and space like an ape demon in the wind. He felt that he was no longer a person, but a combination of a person and a demon. He thought he had already killed Jiang Shi'er, the god of killing heaven and earth, but at this moment he felt that Jiang Shi'er, who had been killed by him, began to be reborn from his flesh and blood again.

He is now Jiang Shi'er and Ling Feng, both the human side of heaven and earth and the demon side of heaven and earth. He has taken life and death lightly, he has no human nature, and he has no love.

But no matter how crazy or fierce the fist was, he seemed to know deep down in his heart that he seemed to be chasing something.

The mountain of Pengcang Mountain began to collapse, and it became more and more severe than it was at the beginning. The bright red blood splashed out from the cracked cracks, dyeing the entire mountain red.

In the ridge, within the broken roots, he heard the sound of giggling bones breaking, and he also heard the breathing of Emperor Manyang. Emperor Manyang's breathing became heavier and heavier, heavier, and gradually became weaker.

Emperor Manyang was quietly evading his life essence, but from beginning to end, no matter how Ling Feng dissolved his life essence, Emperor Manyang did not resist, nor did he make any pain, nor did he cry from any man.

Ling Feng, who was in the devil, only tried to hit him desperately, and he still repeated the simple word of roar over and over again: "Ah——"

All his thoughts were swallowed by the magic red eyes. He was only concerned about hitting his fist, but he seemed to have no humanity. He even didn't know that the spirit body he was hitting opposite him was the body of the Manyang Emperor whom he yearned for the most.

But he actually had a trace of intelligence, but that trace of intelligence was burned by the too hot demon fire and burned dry, so it would not turn into tears and flow out of his eyes.

Until he hit like this, after hundreds of magical punches, a very obvious sound of the object being completely dispersed from the huge Pengcang Mountain.

Pengcang Mountain, three thousand feet high and five hundred miles wide, was hit and exploded from it with the sound of the obvious object being smashed.

Countless stones moistened with bright red blood, collapsed downwards like mud with bones missing. After being passed, the fist storm, which was rolled up by Ling Feng's crazy fist, swept across the distance and flew away.
Chapter completed!