At this moment, Ling Feng was completely in a state of nightmare. [Burning Library] []（

If he kills the doppelganger, he himself will have to be buried with him.

But staying in the Ice Dragon World, there is only a dead end waiting for him.

Ling Feng clenched his fists, he was unwilling, he had to go out, he had to find Bingxuan, find Ye Wudao and the others.

The gladiatorial arena collapsed, Ling Feng already had a strong bad premonition, the difficulties faced by Bing Xuan, Ye Wudao and the others, he must be even bigger and more difficult.

If he really stays here, no one will be able to save them.

Ling Feng's own life and death, he had already put it aside, but he absolutely couldn't allow Bingxuan to suffer a little damage, absolutely not ......

Because, this is a man's promise!

The anger in Ling Feng's body grew stronger and stronger, forcing him to go a little insane, and he did his best to control it and force himself to calm down.

There was no road in the world, the road was stepped on by people, Ling Feng secretly told himself that there must be a way to leave this place, it must be ......

Suddenly, Ling Feng recalled in his mind a secret he had heard when he had traveled to the endless plane in his life.

Legend has it that in the Endless Star Field, in an unknown place, there is a strange plane, and the vitality of this plane cannot be reached, and the living people are ordinary mortals.

But this plane is powerful, and one by one peerless powerhouses have been born who have cultivated to the monstrous sky.

Because the beings of this plane have endless faith, they will worship the clay statues religiously and place various wishes.

Over time, these clay statues have absorbed the power of the faith of all beings, and their own consciousness has emerged, becoming gods and sanctifications.

Since even the clay sculpture can become a god and become holy, and it will not be extinguished, right, what are these difficulties he has now?

Ling Feng pondered carefully, the statue was originally lifeless, and it was worshiped by many people, and it absorbed the power of the faith of all beings before its own consciousness appeared.

If these sculptures are compared to Ling Feng's own body, then the body is damaged, how will Ling Feng survive?

The destruction of the physical body is not a big deal for some peerless powerhouses, and those strong people can be reborn even if they leave a drop of blood.

However, with Ling Feng's current ability, he was far from reaching this terrifying realm.

That's right, sex field seeds, the essence of the sun and the moon, antegrade adult, retrograde god......

If he can enter the realm of fetal suspended animation, and his mind, spirit, heart, and soul can remain destroyed while his body loses his vitality, then he may survive.

But there is no difficulty, because the mind, the spirit, the heart, and the soul are all connected to the physical body, and they are the same root, and when the physical body dies, they all dissipate.

Ling Feng vaguely figured out some clues.

In Ling Feng's mind, a preliminary outline had been formed, but he didn't have time to think about its essence, key points and feasibility at the moment, because he had to figure it out little by little through continuous practice.

Thinking of this, Ling Feng slowly stood up, stared at the clone a few feet away, and said, "If you want to leave me here and turn me into fodder for the ice dragon vein, I'd rather die!"

Between the resolute voices echoing, Ling Feng's figure flashed, like a bolt of lightning, and his fist, which was as thick as a mountain, slammed towards the clone.

This punch, without any reservations, is completely a lose-lose style.

Because he knows that what is needed at this moment is indomitable courage, and if he is restrained, he will never pass this assessment.

Bang bang bang

Ling Feng took his dual-purpose tactics to the limit, and slammed his fist into the doppelganger's chest.

The clone was hit hard, his chest sunken, and a mouthful of scarlet blood kept spitting out from the corner of his mouth, and he was dying.

Similarly, the sound of the five organs shattering was also transmitted in Ling Feng's body, and the pain like a knife forced his whole body to stagger, and even his vision blurred.

"Die. ”

Ling Feng gritted his teeth, pursed his lips, gathered his last strength, and slammed a punch into the doppelganger's lower abdomen, piercing his abdomen at once, forcing blood to spurt out uncontrollably, staining his hideous face red.

The doppelganger's face was like ashes, the corners of his mouth were cracked, revealing his blood-stained teeth, and he said miserably, "Boy, you are ruthless enough." "With that, he breathed a breath and died completely.

At the same time, Ling Feng's body transmitted a crackling explosion, and a puff of blood mist bloomed, forming a stark contrast to the fluttering snowflakes.

Ling Feng grinned, and the whole person fell to the sky, engulfed by the vast wind and snow.

"Whether you can survive or not depends on the will of God. ”

The figure of the Void Rock Emperor muttered.

At this moment, Ling Feng's face was pale, his vitality had completely dissipated, his hands and feet were cold, no different from a corpse.

However, his soul and mind have not yet dispersed. This state is the legendary fetal suspended animation.

At this moment, Ling Feng's soul was in a torrent of fate.

This torrent runs through the ancient and modern times, and is a combination of Ling Feng's huge memory fragments, like a vast galaxy, containing a trace of fate.

"Is this a torrent of fate of death?"

Ling Feng's figure at this moment was as transparent and illusory as mist, and it seemed that a gust of wind could easily blow him away.

At this moment, the torrent of memories composed of countless memory fragments conveyed a powerful absorbing force, trying to suck Ling Feng's soul away.

"On that day, one of my remnant souls was thrown into the extraterrestrial starry sky by the old man, and passed the cage assessment of the Emperor of the Beginningless Emperor. ”

Ling Feng used all his strength to resist the suction force transmitted from within the torrent.

His soul was originally ethereal and illusory, but under this powerful suction force, it was like a firefly, quickly peeling it off.

"Give me back. ”

Feeling the weaker and weaker soul, Ling Feng suddenly let out a loud shout, and those soul spots like fireflies paused when castrating, and then turned to return to Ling Feng's soul again.

The torrent of memories of fate seemed to be unwilling, and once again conveyed a powerful pulling force, trying to absorb Ling Feng's soul again.

Ling Feng repeated his old tricks, and those soul spots like fireflies returned to his surroundings again with Ling Feng's fierce drink.

Pull again and again, return again and again!

Under the never-ending soul grinding, Ling Fengyi found that his soul was getting stronger and stronger, and he couldn't help but show ecstasy.

A strong soul means that the spiritual power has skyrocketed, which means that the Dao marks in his life wheel are constantly growing.

I don't know how long it has passed, at least in Ling Feng's memory, a long, long time has passed, and the energy fluctuations emitted by the death torrent of fate have become weaker and weaker, and finally crumble and disintegrate, turning into nothingness.

As the torrent of memories dissipated, Ling Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he knew that he had really survived this time.