As the spirit surged into the sea of divine consciousness, Ling Feng's vitality was rapidly dissipating, and his originally vigorous skin became loose and wrinkled, like a dying old man.

Ling Feng sat upright like a stubborn stone, unmoving, his breath withered, his internal organs aging, and it seemed that his life was about to come to an end.

If it weren't for the slow beating of the heart in his chest, ordinary people would have thought that he was seated.

While his body was silent, the sea of Ling Feng's divine consciousness was also undergoing earth-shaking changes.

The essence qi that was extracted by Ling Feng began to entangle the thunder mang of the sea of divine consciousness, and at the beginning, the essence qi was like a dense blister, slowly, as the essence and qi gathered more and more. Around that Raymang, a thick barrier was formed.

At this moment, one by one the thunderfish turned into majestic thunder power, burrowed into the sea of Ling Feng's divine sense, and fused with the barrier of the spirit and spirit.

The spirit and spirit fused with the power of thunder, entangled the thunder, and slowly wriggled, the thunder was like a steel bar poured by cement, and the form gradually turned into an oval-shaped ball.

This Yuan Zhu was entangled with thunder and lightning, but the surface was uneven and full of flaws.

What Ling Feng had to do at this moment was to smooth out these flaws and make the condensed Lei Dan flawless.

If there is a thunder pattern, with the spirit of his once-withered spirit, he doesn't have to think about it.

Ling Feng once again activated the remnants of the essence spirit, and the essence spirit was like a thin needle, quickly removing the uneven flaws on the surface of the Yuan Dan. Redan began to be sleek.

At the same time, Ling Feng's body was gradually changing.

His appearance at this time is still the same as before, he is still a twilight old man who is about to die of old age.

But it was wrapped in a faint layer of thunder. The whole person gives people a lifeless and vibrant alternative feeling.

Ling Feng's body moved, he stood up abruptly, and took a step forward, his back became more and more rickety, and his cheeks sank deep due to the loss of teeth. Getting thinner. His rough skin was covered with the vicissitudes of time, and his life was like an oil lamp in a stormy wind. Turn off at any time.

Ling Feng's pace became more and more urgent, and he took nine steps in a row, and suddenly he paused, and the wrinkles on his face dissipated little by little. Regained the vigor of his youth, exuding vigorous vigor and sharpness.

He opened his eyes, and lightning flashed in his eyes, and the newly formed Lei Dan flew out of his sea of divine consciousness, levitating above his head,

This newly formed Lei Dan, the surface is as smooth as glass, exuding a majestic thunder pressure, forcing the surrounding space to discover the sound of fire and thunder burning. It wasn't until Lei Dan once again submerged into the sea of divine consciousness that this vision disappeared completely.

"There were no thunder lines, but they were finally flawless. The vitality that can withstand is far beyond that of ordinary martial artists. ”

Feng Qingyang nodded again and again: "If there is a fate in the future, it is not a fool's dream to condense the thunder pattern." ”

Although Feng Qingyang already knew that Ling Feng's physical body had reached 500,000 jin of huge strength, and there were 100 blood lines.

However, to his surprise, Ling Feng condensed Lei Dan so smoothly and did not take any detours. It's as if I've practiced it countless times before.

Of course, what Feng Qingyang would never have imagined was that Ling Feng was a reborn. In his previous life, he had condensed Yuan Dan, but now he is just taking the old road, and he is naturally familiar with the road.

"Thank you for your help. ”

Ling Feng arched his hand sincerely.

If there is no wind blowing on the side, leading the thunder in the thunder pool to Ling Feng to condense Lei Dan, he wants to get this opportunity, and there is no doubt that the pool is a fool's dream.

"I'm helping you to leave a little bit of foundation for the Shenwu Academy. ”

Feng Qingyang said, "You can tell me now, what do you want my crippled Dao to do?"

"With your eyesight, you should be able to see that there is not a single trace in my Divine Consciousness Sea at all, right?"

So far, Ling Feng did not hide it, and said truthfully: "I absorb your Dao intent, which is to perfect the Dao marks of my sea of divine consciousness. ”

To use an analogy. There are ten strands of vitality between heaven and earth, and at this moment, because there is no Dao mark in the wheel of life, Ling Feng can absorb very little vitality, and naturally, the power of the moves he casts is also low.

"Hehe, sure enough. ”

Feng Qingyang had actually expected it, and said: "Anyway, I am also a wisp of remnant soul, and it will dissipate between heaven and earth in a few years, and it is useless to keep this will, so I will give it to you." ”

Feng Qingyang waved his hand, and above his head, streams of transparent souls rose up, flying towards Ling Feng in a misty manner.

The Dao contained in this mist-like soul was much more majestic and pure than any soul that Ling Feng had absorbed before.

Ling Feng didn't expect Feng Qingyang to be so free and easy, and said that he would do it, and he was stunned for a moment.

If you lose the Dao intention in your soul, the remnant soul of Feng Qingyang will also dissipate immediately.

"I've been in this dark Tower of Babel for thousands of years. ”

Feng Qingyang seemed to see Ling Feng's surprise and explained, "Every day accompanies me with endless loneliness, and I'm fed up with it......"

Ling Feng looked at Feng Qingyang, whose body was becoming more and more transparent, and an inexplicable melancholy color appeared in his heart.

If the torment of just a few minutes before death is the most terrifying, the silence of death is a thousand times better than the torment before death, and it is easy to make a normal person go crazy.

A person is locked up in a dark cage for a day or two without answering anyone, and if it is too long, there is a risk of losing normal sanity.

The kind of loneliness that calls the heavens should not be, and the earth is not spiritual. The loneliness of being unaccompanied and unspoken to was like a flesh and bones, tormenting his heart and mind all the time.

If you were an ordinary person and stayed alone on the third floor of the Tower of Babel for thousands of years, you would have gone crazy a long time ago, that is, people who are accustomed to the vicissitudes of the world and whose mood is like water can bear it.

At this moment, Ling Feng knew that what Feng Qingyang was looking for was complete liberation, because it was impossible for him to be resurrected again, if it weren't for the fact that his wish had not been fulfilled, he would have been liberated a long time ago.

"Ling Feng, you are not a thing in the pool, you will definitely be able to laugh and be proud of the nine heavens in the future, the most unfortunate, and you will go farther than this dean. ”

Feng Qingyang said: "Remember your promise to take good care of the Divine Martial Academy." ”

The sound of the wind was even more ethereal, and the whole person was shattered like a ceramic, leaving not even a trace.

"Old Dean, don't worry, as long as I Ling Feng is alive for a day, I will shelter the Shenwu Academy from the wind and rain. ”

Ling Feng muttered, and then came back to his senses and began to absorb the fragmented Dao Meaning scattered in the space around him.

The Dao marks in Ling Feng's life wheel, after a few kills, had already mutated into half of it.

Although Feng Qingyang is a wisp of remnant soul, he was a peerless Venerable of the Creation Realm after all, and the incomplete Dao intent contained in his soul at this moment is only one-tenth of what he used to be, but it is far from being dozens of times more than the Yuan Realm Yuanshi.

Ling Feng pinched the spell in his hand, and the Dao Meaning around him began to turn into a white whirlpool, along the center of Ling Feng's eyebrows, into the sea of his divine consciousness. (