Is it because he himself or Lin Huang's soul that had long dissipated? Lin Feng didn't know.

However, the feeling of soul tearing is so real.

...

After a long time, Lin Feng's eyes flashed slightly, and a hint of enlightenment appeared in his eyes.

"I...I think I understand!" he murmured, the expression in his eyes was extremely complicated.

...

On the banks of the river, Tianji Academy.

There was still blue smoke rising in the courtyard, and the man sitting outside the tiled house looked even more hunched and seemed to have a lot more gray hair.

The humans in the village had already finished eating. Without the orders of their master, Fang Zheng could not leave the academy at all and could not find new food. So in the past few days, Fang Zheng looked thinner, with more wrinkles on his face, and he looked older.

There was still a bonfire burning in front of me, but there were no pieces of Meng Tong's flesh on the iron rod under my feet. I was still holding the old book "The Complete Works of Zhuangmao", but today Fang Zheng obviously had no intention of reading, and even took the book down. His turbid eyes looked at the south from time to time, as if he was waiting for something.

Suddenly Fang Zheng sighed, threw the book in his hand into the embers of the bonfire, and watched the pages turn into ashes in the fire, and sighed softly.

"Destiny...it's not to be violated!"

At this moment, he seemed to have become ten years older, with wrinkles on his face as dense as chrysanthemums blooming in late autumn.

After a long silence, Fang Zheng looked at the south again, and a light suddenly appeared in the turbid old eyes.

He grabbed the iron chisel beside him and stood up slowly, standing straight like a gun.

For the first time in hundreds of thousands of years, he stood so straight.

It's like a person!

Then he stepped on the ground lightly and reached the sky, heading towards the south with his body as tall as a gun.

Not long after, a large area of ​​colorful clouds appeared in front of him.

...

It was not clouds, it was a large area of ​​iron cavalry flying over the sky, and the colorful light was their extremely gorgeous armor.

In front of the Iron Cavalry Formation, there was a beautiful girl in purple. In her arms, she was holding a very clear and spiritual girl.

The girl's eyes were closed, as if she was already asleep.

Fangzheng's eyes fell on the girl, her eyes were as gentle as water.

"Gala..."

He sighed softly, Fang Zheng looked at the beautiful girl in purple like a dream elf. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he held the iron rod in his hand tightly.
Chapter completed!