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The body disintegrated, but Fang Wen's soul remained.
He could even sense that Wenwen's soul was not far from him.
A small white light, warm, but with a deep sense of fear.
Fang Wen could clearly sense that Wenwen was scared, she didn't know what was going on, she was scared.
So Fang Wen struggled in that direction.
It was a new experience, like swimming in sticky glue, and it took a lot of effort for Fang Wen to barely make it a little distance in the direction where Wenwen was.
There was an extremely destructive energy stream whistling around him, but he couldn't hurt Fang Wen.
His soul flickered with a faint silver light at an interface that was invisible to the human eye, just like the silver light that often appeared in his eyes after cultivating those two divine powers.
Those streams of high-energy particles couldn't harm Fang Wen at all, on the contrary, there were many high-energy particles that were extracted by him when they passed through Fang Wen's soul.
However, Wenwen's soul was not as strong as Fang Wen's.
Not long after Fang Wen became aware of the existence of Wenwen's soul, Wenwen's soul was shattered by the stream of high-energy particles.
When Fang Wen struggled to get to the place where Wenwen was just now, it was the moment when Wenwen's soul was shattered.
A little bit of white light drifted in the void, and a little gentle ripple melted Fang Wen's soul.
Wenwen's soul fragment seemed to be able to recognize Fang Wen, and she integrated all her tenderness and all her love into Fang Wen's soul.
Like the faint light in the snowy night, it brought Fang Wen a moment of warmth and hope, and the light went out instantly, bringing boundless pain and darkness.
The soul was scattered, and Fang Wen knew that Wenwen's soul had completely dissipated.
He let out a silent roar, he uttered the most vicious curse, he cursed the heavens, cursed the earth, cursed everything in the world.
He cursed the wind and the moon ten thousand times, ten million times.
In the deepest part of his soul, he carved the names of Feng Yuan and Yue Jue.
He swore that he would kill them, by the most vicious means, in the most cruel way.
Growling, cursing, invective, swearing.
Fang Wen's soul writhed and struggled, his soul was covered with a faint red light, and he was immersed in extreme madness.
Fang Wen wanted to move, but he found that his soul could not move freely, he could only move a small piece of space.
There was a strange barrier that prevented him from moving outward.
He searched for a long, long time, but he couldn't find a way to break through this barrier.
Eventually, he gave up on the idea of leaving here, and he stopped completely.
He couldn't see anything, he could only vaguely feel a slight change in the energy nearby.
Fang Wen, who was immersed in the boundless darkness and boundless loneliness and pain, in addition to the constant roars and curses, was constantly meditating on the divine power that cultivated the soul.
His entire soul had turned into the shape of the god, radiating a faint silver glow.
From time to time, there were streams of high-energy particles passing by, and Fang Wen's soul fed on the energy carried by these streams of high-energy particles, constantly growing and growing.
Stronger and stronger, stronger and stronger ...
Time passed day by day.
Fang Wen kept cursing and making the most vicious oaths.
He swore that as long as God gave him a chance, he would make Feng Yuan and Yue worse than dead.
Time passes.
Gradually, Fang Wen began to pray to the heavens, and he prayed to the heavens to let Feng Yuan and Yue Jue survive well.
Because he instinctively sensed that a long time had passed, and that the stream of high-energy particles that had been constantly passing through his soul had not appeared for a long, long time.
He was afraid, he was afraid that as time passed, Feng Yuan and Yue Jue would have died of old age.
He was afraid that he would lose the object of revenge, and he was afraid that he would not be able to kill the culprit who made Wenwen's soul fly away with his own hands.
Therefore, he prayed sincerely to the Zhou Tian God and Buddha, praying that Feng Yuan and Yue would definitely survive well, and that he would live a long life, and that he would have the opportunity to take revenge on them.
He firmly believes that since he can live in a soul state until now, then there should be that kind of existence beyond human beings to hear his prayers and let those two guys live well.
However, time passed firmly.
Fang Wen gradually despaired.
His soul grew stronger, but he also felt more and more hopeless.
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Feng Yuan and Yue will never survive until now.
Therefore, after Fang Wen cursed and cursed countless times, he began to pray that God would bless the descendants of Feng Yuan and Yue Jue to be able to spread their branches and leaves.
He will take revenge on their children and grandchildren.
He wanted to take revenge on them, since they were the only little tenderness in his heart that dissipated in Fang Wen's heart, then, they should bear the bloody killing brought about by Fang Wen's heart that turned into ice.
It's pitch black, it's cold.
Fang Wen didn't know how much time had passed.
He was alone here roaring and cursing for an unknown number of years.
His already strange personality is becoming more and more distorted, and he has lost most of the emotions of normal people.
In addition to the unforgettable hatred for Feng Yuan and Yue, only the most stubborn things in his character have been preserved like stones in a pit.
When Fang Wen didn't bother to perceive the passage of time anymore, in order to remind himself that he still existed, he began to recall what had been before.
He recalled the scene of his first acquaintance with Long Shao and Wenwen.
He reminisced about his parents and loved ones.
He recalls the mastiffs he had at home.
He recalls the fleas that the mastiffs were carrying.
He recalls a meal he once ate.
He recalls the tender taste of a certain steak.
He recalled the slender thighs and powerful waist of a woman he once possessed.
He recalls the powerful engines of his favorite sports cars.
He recalled everything he could.
The power of the gods made the things he had experienced extremely clear.
He recalled everything he could.
Eventually, as he chewed the things back and forth hundreds of times, he began to recall the various moves he had learned inside the damper.
One punch, one palm, one finger, one sword.
Fang Wen, who was extremely bored, cursed everything he wanted to curse, and at the same time broke and crumpled these moves and tasted them carefully.
After countless pondering over it, his understanding of these moves had reached the pinnacle.
By the time these moves were no longer enough to attract his interest, he began to remember the body he once had.
The body of the wind spirit.
Light, agile, like a feather in the wind.
He began to analyze the meridians, blood vessels, nerves, muscles, bones, internal organs, and all the body structures that he saw when he was cultivating.
He starts with every tiny muscle fiber.
Analyze why the Wind Spirit Body is like this.
Analyze how he can make the Wind Spirit Body more perfect.
He had eaten all of the Wind Spirit Body, and he finally conceived a body that was theoretically a hundred times more perfect than the one he had ever used.
Then, he began.
When he couldn't find anything to do, Fang Wen's soul fell into a dead silence.
Even the incessant cursing and invective stopped.
Day by day, month by month, year by year...
I don't know how long time has passed.
Fang Wen's soul power became stronger and stronger, but the origin fire of his soul became more and more dim.
He was bored, and he had no desire to continue to exist.
He didn't understand the point of his continued existence, why he continued to exist like this.
If nothing else, Fang Wen's soul fire would be extinguished soon.
He will also be like Wenwen, his soul is scattered between heaven and earth.
Fortunately, there is Wenwen.
The few points of white light that melted into Fang Wen's soul when Wenwen's soul drifted away were like an oil lamp in a blizzard, although dim, it flickered firmly in Fang Wen's soul.
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That little bit of warmth prevented Fang Wen's withered and dead heart from drying up completely.
He, still exists.
I don't know how long it has been.
There was a sudden movement all around.
Fang Wen felt the movement around him again.
The environment is changing, there is energy surging in the lifeless space, there is fresh energy surging.
Fang Wen woke up extremely slowly from his lifeless state like a vampire in a sarcophagus that had been buried for 10,000 years smelled fresh virgin blood.
He sensed that something very strange was happening around him.
The barrier that had kept him from wandering around was gone.
However, Fang Wen, who had just woken up, was not really awake yet.
He didn't know what was going on around him.
He cautiously unleashed his soul tentacles, trying to find out the changes around him.
I don't know how long I looked around, but one of Fang Wen's tentacles touched a wonderful existence A newborn body that has not produced too much consciousness Fang Wen ran in that direction.
He turned into a bright silver light that poured into the tiny body.
Dense culture vessels were next to each other, and countless newborn babies were soaked in the lilac solution.
All the babies dozed off with their eyes closed.
Tiny blisters popped up from their nostrils and mouths, and the occasional baby burped and clicked a few times.
Several men and women in white coats roamed among the cultivation vessels, constantly checking the information displayed on the small monitors in front of the vessels.
No one noticed that in a culture vessel in the corner, a dark-haired baby suddenly opened its eyes.
Crazy and resentful anger poured out of those dark eyes, and then two silver rays of light clouded the baby's eyes.
The newborn Fang Wen turned his head to look at the scene around him, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked, revealing a sinister smile that should not appear on the baby's face.
He closed his eyes, and a huge amount of soul power sank into the newborn body.
The monitor of the culture vessel he was in suddenly showed that the rate of consumption of nutrients in the lilac solution had increased by three percent.
A paltry three percent is not a big deal.
The main control computer that controls the neonatal physique improvement base then assigns a process to infuse the culture vessel with sufficient nutrients.
Using soul energy to forcibly transform a formed baby's body into the most perfect wind spirit body requires a lot of nutrients.
In the flesh hidden by the skin, silver streams of light flowed rapidly
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