Fang Wen lost his body without any pain.

**The disintegration, Fang Wen's soul still existed. He could even notice that Wen Wen's soul was not far from him. A small white light was very warm, but it exuded a deep fear. Fang Wen could clearly sense that Wen Wen was afraid. She didn't know what was going on, she was very scared. So Fang Wen struggled to go in that direction.

This is a brand new experience, as if swimming in sticky glue. Fang Wen spent a lot of effort to barely move a little distance towards where Wen Wen is. There was a flow of energy with extremely strong destructive power whistling by around, but it could not hurt Fang Wen. His soul flashed a faint silver light at the interface that humans could not see, just like the silver light that often popped up in his eyes after practicing the two divine Fu. Those high-energy flows could not hurt Fang Wen at all. Instead, many high-energy particles were extracted by him when they passed through Fang Wen's soul.

However, Wenwen's soul is not as powerful as Fang Wen.

Not long after Fang Wen discovered the existence of Wenwen's soul, Wenwen's soul was smashed into pieces by high-energy particles.

Fang Wen struggled to finally come to where Wenwen was just now, it happened to be the moment when Wenwen's soul was broken. Little tiny white light drifted in the void, and a little gentle ripples melted Fang Wen's soul. Wenwen's soul fragments seemed to be able to recognize Fang Wen. She integrated all her tenderness and love into Fang Wen's soul.

It was like the faint *** in the snowy night, which brought Fang Wen a moment of warmth and hope, and it was instantly extinguished, bringing endless pain and darkness.

The soul was scattered, and Fang Wen knew that Wenwen's soul had completely dissipated.

He roared silently, and he blew the most vicious curse. He cursed the heaven, the earth, and everything in the world. He cursed Feng Yuan and Yue Jue ten thousand times, and 100 million times. He engraved the names of Feng Yuan and Yue Jue in the deepest part of his soul. He swore that he must kill them, kill them with the most vicious means and the most cruel way.

Roaring, cursing, swearing, and swearing. Fang Wen's soul twisted 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, so 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 time, but he could not find a way to break through this barrier. In the end, he gave up the idea of ​​leaving here and stopped completely.

He couldn't see anything, he could only vaguely feel the little change in energy nearby.

Immersed in boundless darkness and boundless loneliness, Fang Wen, in pain, was not only constantly roaring and cursing, but also constantly meditating on the divine Fu who cultivated his soul. His soul turned into the appearance of that divine Fu, emitting a faint silver light.

From time to time, high-energy particles flowed across the surroundings, and Fang Wen's soul feeds on the energy carried by these high-energy particles flows and continues to grow and grow.

Becoming stronger, growing stronger...

Time passed day by day.

Fang Wen kept cursing and constantly made the most vicious vows. He swore that as long as God gave him another chance, he would definitely make Feng Yuan and Yue Jue live worse than death.

Time passes.

Gradually, Fang Wen began to pray to heaven, and he prayed to heaven to let Feng Yuan and Yuejue survive. Because he instinctively realized that time had passed for a long time, and it was so long that the high-energy particles that kept passing through his soul had not appeared for a long time. He was afraid that as time passed, Feng Yuan and Yuejue had died of old age and illness. He was afraid that he would lose the object of revenge, and he was afraid that he could not kill the culprit who had lost his soul with his own hands.

Therefore, he prayed devoutly to the gods and Buddhas of the Zhoutian, praying that Feng Yuan and Yue Jue could survive well, and that they must live for a long time and that they must wait until the day when he has the opportunity to revenge on them.

He firmly believed that since he could survive in his soul state until now, there should be such an existence beyond humans who could hear his prayers and let the two guys live well.

However, time flowed firmly. Fang Wen gradually became desperate. His soul became stronger and stronger, but he also felt that hope was slim. Feng Yuan and Yue would never have lived to this day.

Therefore, with countless curses and insults, Fang Wen began to pray that God would bless Feng Yuan and Yue Jue's descendants to be able to grow up well. He wanted to take revenge on their descendants. He wanted to take revenge on them. Since it was them that made the only tenderness in Fang Wen's heart dissipate, then they should bear the bloody killing brought by Fang Wen's heart that turned into ice.

It was pitch black and cold. Fang Wen didn't know how long it had passed. He roared here alone and cursed for countless years. He was already a weird personality and his mind was distorted. He had lost most of the emotions of normal people. In addition to the unforgettable hatred of Feng Yuan and Yue Jue, only the most naughtiest things in his personality were preserved like stones in the pit.

When Fang Wen was too lazy to perceive the passage of time, in order to remind himself that he still existed, he began to recall what had happened before.

He recalled the scene when he first met with Mr. Long and Wenwen.

He recalled his parents and relatives.

He recalled the mastiffs he had raised in his home.

He recalled the fleas on the mastiffs.

He recalled a meal he had once had.

He recalled the tenderness of a certain steak.

He recalled the slender thighs and strong waist of a woman he once possessed.

He recalled the powerful engines of his favorite sports cars.

He recalls everything he can recall.

The power of Shen Fu made the things he had experienced extremely clear. He recalled everything he could recall.

Finally, after he tossed and turned these things back and forth hundreds of times, he began to recall the various moves he had learned in the wind gate.

One punch, one palm, one finger, one sword.

The extremely bored Fang Wen cursed everything he wanted to curse, while breaking these moves and savoring them carefully.

After countless times of contemplation, his understanding of these moves has reached its peak.

After waiting for these moves, he began to recall the body he once had.

The body of wind spirit, light and 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 he saw when he was practicing.

He started to analyze every small muscle fiber. He analyzed why the Wind Spirit Body was like this. He analyzed how he could make the Wind Spirit Body more perfect.

He had thoroughly grasped all the body of the Feng Ling, and he finally conceived a body that was theoretically a hundred times more perfect than the body he had ever used.

Then, he began to be stunned.

When he could no longer find anything he could do, Fang Wen's soul fell into a state of dead silence. Even the ever-changing curse and insult paused.

Day by day, month by month, year by year...

Time passed and I don’t know how long it took. Fang Wen’s soul power became stronger and stronger, but the fire of his soul became more and more dim. He had no interest in life, and he had no thoughts about continuing to exist. He did not understand the meaning of his continued to exist, and why he still existed like this.

If nothing unexpected happens, Fang Wen's soul fire will be extinguished soon. Like Wen Wen, his soul will drift between heaven and earth.

Fortunately, there is Wenwen.

The white lights that merged into Fang Wen's soul when Wen Wen's soul dissipated were like an oil lamp in a blizzard. Although it was dim, it was firmly flashing in Fang Wen's soul. The little bit of weak warmth made Fang Wen's heart as decayed as dead as death and not completely dry up. He still exists.

I don't know how long it has passed.

There was suddenly movement around. Fang Wen felt the movement around him again. The environment was changing, and there was energy surging in the dead space, and fresh energy was surging.

Fang Wen woke up slowly from his lifeless state like a vampire buried in a sarcophagus for thousands of years. He realized that something strange happened around him. The barrier that once could stop him from wandering around disappeared.

However, Fang Wen, who had just woken up, was not really awake yet. He didn't know what was happening around him. He cautiously released his soul tentacles, trying to find out the changes around him.

I don’t know how long I have been visiting the surroundings, but one of Fang Wen’s tentacles touched a wonderful existence!

A newborn, without a strong sense of consciousness!

Fang Wen could not escape in that direction. He turned into a strong silver light and injected into the small body.

The dense culture vessels are next to each other, and countless newly born babies are soaked in the lilac solution.

All the babies were sleeping comfortably with their eyes closed.

Small bubbles emerged from their nostrils and mouths, and occasionally babies burped and their little mouths clattered a few times.

Several men and women in white coats were wandering in the culture vessels, constantly checking the information displayed on the small monitors in front of the vessels.

No one noticed that a black-haired baby suddenly opened his eyes in a culture vessel located in the corner.

Crazy and resentful anger surged out from the pair of dark eyes, and then two silver lights covered the baby's eyes.

The freshman Fang Wen turned his head and looked at the scene around him. The corners of his mouth slowly curled up, revealing a trace of sinister smile that should not have appeared on the baby's face.

He closed his eyes, and a huge soul power sank into the newborn. On the display of the culture vessel where he was located, he suddenly showed that the rate of nutrient consumption in the lilac solution increased by three percent.

A trivial three percent is not a big deal.

The main computer that controls the newborn physical improvement base immediately allocated a process to inject enough nutrients into the culture vessel.

It takes a lot of nutrition to force a formed baby body into the most perfect wind spirit body with soul energy.

In the face covered by the skin, silver light flows rapidly. The second chapter of the road, the second chapter of the return chapter, the second chapter of the second chapter
Chapter completed!