Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Yan Jinghong, with a cold expression, exudes a terrifying chill that makes people's heart palpitate.

Ling Feng couldn't believe Dingzhou Yan Jinghong. He clearly remembered that Yan Jinghong had died under his sword and his soul was scattered.

Why did he come back to life?

And, appeared here?

Could it be...

Ling Feng searched everywhere, perhaps Ling Hanyang was nearby.

"Why did you stop me?"

Yan Jinghong just stared at Ling Feng and repeated the previous question.

"What about you? Why did you attack him?"

Ling Feng looked back at Ye Xiu. He was seriously injured and could hardly get up.

You know, when Ye Xiu attacked with all his strength, he was also a Saint Venerable-level combat power.

And when he killed Yan Jinghong, he was only an Emperor-level cultivator.

What happened to Yan Jinghong in the past one or two years?

"He has the power of the Xuntian Clan, isn't that enough?"

Yan Jinghong looked at Ling Feng coldly, "You should hate this power more than I do, right?"

He knew!

Ling Feng's pupils shrank slightly. Did Yan Jinghong know about the grievances between the Tiandao Clan and the Xuntian Clan?

Could it be that he was resurrected again because of Ling Hanyang?

"Where is he?"

Ling Feng clenched his fists and stared at Yan Jinghong, "Where is he? What is your relationship with him now?"

"He?"

Yan Jinghong took a deep breath, and there seemed to be a picture of iron horses flashing in his eyes.

It was an extremely tragic battle!

...

At that time, he reincarnated from the seven emotions and broke through the six desires.

He returned to this world, but was very confused.

Without a goal, without everything, and without any meaning of existence.

Until he recalled everything in the past, his former glory, his former defeat, one scene after another, appeared in his mind.

Only one person left an indelible impression.

Ling Feng!

He no longer hated Ling Feng.

He had transcended the seven emotions and six desires, and he no longer had the feeling of hatred.

However, he knew that if he wanted to find his own value again, he had to defeat Ling Feng.

So, he chose to follow that person.

This was the strongest person he had ever seen.

He only wanted to follow the strong, and then become a strong person!

"I only follow the strong!"

This was the first sentence he said to that person after he woke up again.

"You will die in this journey. If you don't want to be cannon fodder, you can leave."

This was the response of that person, and he did not leave.

Later, he understood the meaning of the so-called cannon fodder.

The place they were going to might be the coldest place in the world.

In that ice valley, he might have met the most terrible race in the world.

Fight!

Fight!

Every day he was wandering on the edge of life and death, and every day he was killed until he was covered with wounds and only had his last breath left. He was rescued by that person, and after a night of treatment, he repeated such a bloody battle the next day.

He didn't know how long this day lasted, he was just numb in the battle.

That person was very strong, and he taught him a lot of things.

Until one day, he was no longer injured, and they walked into the ice valley.

The ice valley was frozen with countless ancient beasts, and at the bottom of the ice valley, there was a huge stone slab.

On the stone slab, there were all kinds of strange inscriptions and patterns, which were not something he could understand.

The moment the stone slab was taken out, the frozen beasts woke up one after another.

It was the most terrifying monster in ancient times, with blood from the primeval world.

Each of them was a ferocious beast that only existed in legends.

Ferocious, terrifying, and possessed the power to destroy the world.

"Take it and go find him."

This was the last sentence that the man said to him. Later, he was slapped out of the ice valley with a palm.

He left.

Since then, he has never seen that person again.

He waited outside the ice valley for ten days and ten nights.

But that person did not come out.

He just saw that the ice valley disappeared.

And that person disappeared with it.

As if evaporated from this world.

"Take it and go find him!"

"Take it and go find him!"

"Take it and go find him!..."

...

The voice of that person echoed in his mind and could not be shaken off.

Until this moment, he found the "him" in that person's mouth.

The past was put back into the box of memory, and Yan Jinghong looked at Ling Feng deeply.

He took out a heavy stone slab from the soul ring and threw it on the ground without looking at it.

"This is what he asked me to give you."

"God of Desolation Atlas!"

Ling Feng's eyelids jumped. Another God of Desolation Atlas?

And why did he, Ling Hanyang, let Yan Jinghong give this thing to him?

"So, it's called God of Desolation Atlas?"

Yan Jinghong's expression was neither happy nor sad, nor was there any anger, or any extra emotional fluctuations.

"Where is he? Tell me!"

Ling Feng clenched his fists. Perhaps he would never forgive Ling Hanyang in his life, but Ling Hanyang was one of his closest people in this world after all.

"I don't know."

Yan Jinghong said indifferently: "There is no grudge between you and me, get out of the way!"

"What if I don't?"

Ling Feng frowned, "What do you want?"

Yan Jinghong stood there, silent for a long time, and finally breathed out a breath, "That's fine."

After saying that, it turned into a cold light and disappeared into the sky.

"You haven't told me where he is yet!"

Ling Feng yelled at Yan Jinghong's back and wanted to chase him out, but Ye Xiu behind him was dying, so Ling Feng could only give up.

Although I don't know what Yan Jinghong's purpose is, he sent a piece of Shenhuang Picture Book.

He is no longer his own enemy.

"Ahem..."

Ye Xiu spat out dark blood in large mouthfuls, his eyes were empty but with a hint of relaxation.

"Brother Ye..."

Ling Feng helped Ye Xiu up and frowned. He was seriously injured, and the power of the sky-searching ice soul in his body had disappeared!

Ye Xiu's appearance was aging rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Because of the loss of Xuntian Bingso, Ye Xiu's already riddled body could no longer support himself.

But his expression was one of unprecedented relaxation. Perhaps this was a kind of relief for him.

"Cough cough cough..."

Ye Xiu coughed up blood, but said with a smile: "Brother Lingfeng, you...you are here..."

Ling Feng took a deep breath, poured the vitality in his body into Ye Xiu, and said in a deep voice: "Stop talking, you..."

"No……"

Ye Xiu shook his head weakly and said with a smile: "I know that I can't survive anymore. It's enough to meet a true friend before I die. Ling...Brother Lingfeng, we...we are Friend, right?"

"Yes, we are friends!"

Ling Feng gritted his teeth. He kept pouring vitality into Ye Xiu's body, but it was useless.

Ye Xiu's body was like a broken bottle. No matter how much water was poured into it, it would drain away quickly.

"Great, I...I have friends..."

Ye Xiu's eyes looked to the sky. He seemed to have returned to his childhood. He seemed to see his relatives lining up to pick him up.

"Dad, grandma, I... saw you..."

Ye Xiu finally breathed his last breath and passed away.