Lin Yingkong obviously disagreed with letting Feng Rong awaken Huan Feng's consciousness.

Compared to the ancient god immortality who didn't know what was happening, Huan Feng obviously remembered the matter of Zunou Kingdom and was obsessed with Kongling's existence. Feng Rong had been plotted by Kongling and merged with the soul of the Son of God. Now they were going to communicate with the soul again, and Lin Yingkong was really worried.

She Xun suddenly asked: "Minister An and Huan Feng have had similar communication?"

"That's the Son of God..." Lin Yingkong paused, "It's not wrong to say that it's the same person."

Although they have not yet understood the relationship between the son of God, the magical beauty of the heart, and the immortal ancient god.

She Xun showed a strange expression, "Then isn't the first time the resonance between them is, right?"

"Eh?" Everyone present looked at him in surprise.

She Xun said for granted: "Have you ever thought about it before? There is more than one phenomenon of resonance. You said that the other party used Minister Dark to fill the soul of the Son of God, and also affected his state of mind. What is the difference between this and resonance?"

Everyone suddenly realized that they did think of "resonance" too profoundly.

"So this is the reason why the influence between the minister and Nangong is different?" Di Bingqiao said in contemplation.

Because Feng Rong had another resonant experience than Nangong Jue...

Of course, the main reason why She Xun proposed this is: "Since Minister An can wake up from the first resonance, it will not be easy to be assimilated by Huan Feng, and Assistant Lin does not need to worry too much."

Lin Yingkong pursed his lips and said nothing.

He also knew that he was confused when he was a little concerned, but for some reason, his heart was always beating, making Lin Yingkong unable to look at Feng Rong and take risks very rationally.

She Xun frowned and tickled a little impatiently.

It was not comfortable to stay in the cold wilderness in winter. He had no interest in accompanying a group of people to waste their time here, but the weather was cold, so he couldn't stand their push.

Bai Congqiu saw She Xun's displeasure and whispered: "Why don't you go back first? I'll go find you after I finish my work."

She Xun shook her head, and the irritability disappeared a little, "Forget it, I'll wait a little longer."

In fact, he just didn't like Bai Congqiu's eyes not on him. Now that Bai Congqiu has turned his attention, She Xun is not so impatient.

Feng Rong pulled Lin Yingkong aside.

Lin Yingkong knew what he wanted to say, so he spoke first: "I know you will definitely do this, Minister, don't think about me, I just care about it and it's messy."

After saying that, he even smiled, but the smile was inevitably a little reluctant.

Feng Rong stared at him for a while, with a little inquiry in his eyes, "I have done something more adventurous, and you have never been so worried."

Lin Yingkong was slightly stunned and looked away, "You are feeling uncomfortable now, so it's normal for me to worry..."

Feng Rong didn't say anything, just looked at him.

Lin Yingkong couldn't hold back and said honestly: "I'm afraid you will be assimilated by Huanfeng."

This time it was Feng Rong's turn to be stunned, "What?"

Lin Yingkong was silent for a few seconds before whispering: "Soul resonance is a very mysterious thing. You and Huan Feng come from the same source. You can see the world in his eyes now. If the degree of your resonance deepens, it will be equivalent to invasion of each other in the soul..."

Feng Rong realized something, "Do you think I will become a fantasy maple?"

"It doesn't count..." Lin Yingkong thought for a while, "I'm afraid you will be confused."

Just like in the Zunou Kingdom, Feng Rong looked at the world that happened through the eyes of the God Son Huanfeng. Their souls were entangled together, and Feng Rong was almost pulled by that world to a place where Lin Yingkong could never touch again...

Lin Yingkong still remembers the scene where Feng Rong rejected him and then fell down. He was really afraid that the same situation would happen again.

As the degree of resonance on the soul deepens, Feng Rong is prone to a sense of dislocation, sharing each other's memories and past events, he will mistakenly think that he is Huan Feng...

Feng Rong understood Lin Yingkong's meaning and shook his head and said, "No."

Lin Yingkong pursed his lips vigorously and said, "The enemies we face are very strong. I believe that you are strong, Minister, and I hope you are undefeated. But in fact, there are many people in this world who can hurt you. Luo Cheng is like this, and Huan Feng is like this. I can't help but worry about you."

Feng Rong smiled, "But I still have you."

His love words were too sudden, and Lin Yingkong suddenly couldn't react and slowly blinked.

Feng Rong whispered: "I will be trapped by the memory of the Son of God because no one will hold me back. Now that I have you, even if I am squeezed into hell by Huanfeng's memory, I will crawl to ask the King of Hell for help and ask him to help me back to you."

Lin Yingkong opened his eyes wide and suddenly took out his cell phone, "Minister, please say it again!"

"Hmm?" Feng Rong was puzzled.

"I want to record it!" Lin Yingkong said, "If you dare to let my pigeon go, I will put it in your ear a hundred times and a thousand times until you come back!"

...

The minister took action, nothing happened, and the team members were not worried at all whether Lin Yingkong would be persuaded. So when Lin Yingkong adjusted his mentality, everyone had quickly changed the position of the materials they had arranged, and changed it to an auxiliary array that was more suitable for Bai Congqiu and Lin Yingkong to perform.

Feng Rong lay between Sun Bingbing and Huan Feng and closed her eyes.

Bai Congqiu and Lin Yingkong stood on one side.

Lin Yingkong raised his hand, and the shadow under his feet suddenly swelled, but he could only get into Feng Rong's shadow, but could not touch the shadows of Huan Feng and Sun Bingbing.

Bai Congqiu's spiritual power suddenly injected into Lin Yingkong's shadow, instantly approaching the shadows under Huan Feng and Sun Bingbing.

Feng Rong only felt that his brain was confused, and then he fell endlessly—

Vaguely, Feng Rong felt a sense of familiarity of experiencing it again.

A mottled spot of light appeared around him. He was walking on a continent, overlooking the earth, as if aimless, as if he was untiring. The sea and mulberry fields changed in his eyes, and the stars moved in the sky. He seemed to be the Creator staring at the world he created, but also like the bystander of the times watching the long river rolling in time.

He didn't know how long he had been away, nor did he know why he was leaving. The strange eternal loneliness began to fill his heart, squeezing his lungs, making him unable to breathe.

It is a kind of loneliness abandoned by time and all living things, which stretches endlessly in the bones and makes people feel cold.

Feng Rong seemed to be able to feel the sorrow and pain of spending thousands of years alone. Life is not like life, and death is not like death. It is like a transparent ghost. Although he is clearly alive, no one can see it or touch it.

I don’t know how long it took, but he saw dragons flying in the sky, phoenixes singing in the sky, and unicorns running on the earth, first with storms and boats, then with war of heaven and earth;

He saw strange beasts rising in the world, thriving everywhere, and finally fighting for battle;

He saw a man with a snake-tail drawing strange lines and dots on the ground. When he looked up, the man nodded slightly, while the woman with a snake-tailed body next to him was playing with a handful of soil in her hand;

He continued to move forward, but suddenly he saw the sky collapse and the earth burst into tears. He turned into a thousand feet and fought with a man with a tiger-backed and bear-waisted waist and burned all over his body. A crack was cut between the sky and the earth. He rushed towards the man, and the two fell into the crack together;

He saw the sky dark, the killing energy turned into a storm, he fell from the air and fell...

There are dragons and phoenixes, unicorns, strange beasts, vast continents and unpredictable changes, and a long river of destiny with stars and tides...

Finally, the sight was frozen on a high mountain top, and the deserted people could see the eyes of thousands of miles.

"I said," a man with a tiger-backed and bear-waisted waist walked around from behind him, "What have you seen when you stayed on this hill for 36,000 years?"

Feng Rong heard himself say in a strange voice: "I saw life and death."

"Winning is life, losing is death," the man said in confusion, "What's the good thing about this?"

"What can be immortal?" Feng Rong asked.

The man shook his head, "Even we will sleep with the years, and God the Father has turned into this mountain and earth, water and soil, sun and stars, and so are we."

Feng Rong was silent for a long time before rubbing the rock sitting beneath him and said, "I have been sitting here for 36,000 years. This stone is still there. If it becomes a living creature, will it be immortal?"

The man continued to shake his head, "No, no, the stone will be a monster when it comes to life, and the life of the demon clan is even shorter."

"What if it becomes a living creature but is not a demon clan?" Feng Rong asked again.

This time it was the man's turn to ponder, "I don't know, but living creatures must be gods, witches, monsters, and monsters. If not... they will be wiped out by the way of heaven."

The vision suddenly changed to another scene. Feng Rong stood in the clouds and looked down at the earth. People wrapped in animal skins and turf lived hard on the earth. They had already lived in the morning, died in the evening, and were fleeting.

"Old friend, you've watched it here for another 15,000 years," the man with a tiger back and waist appeared again, "What did you see this time?"

Feng Rong still answered: "Life and death."

The man asked again: "Are you still asking for immortality?"

"It's not that I'm asking for, I'm asking for all things," Feng Rong heard infinite compassion appear in his voice. "Nuwa created something as a 'human', and in one breath there is a cycle of life and death. In this barbaric land, they cannot survive."

The man was quite puzzled, "That's not something you can care about. Is it your turn to worry about the mud that Nuwa plays with?"

Feng Rong lowered his eyes, "Everything is life, not uncommon."

"As you say that, we are no different from them?" The man was displeased.

Feng Rong's tone was unchanged, "No."

The man was angry, "You guy... then you keep staring at these mud!"

The man turned around and left. Feng Rong did not chase him, but just lowered his head and continued to watch the people struggle.

When the picture turned again, he only saw a man in front of him, with fire burning all over his body, vaguely like that man. They fought together, the sky was cracking, the earth was shaking, and everything was weeping.

"Stop!" Feng Rong scolded.

The man sneered, "Didn't you want the sky to not bring down thunder, to stop drought and flooding, and to be immortal? Then I will let you see what a disaster is called a world-destruction disaster. What you think and what you think is all empty!!!"

The sky was torn apart during their fierce fight, and a huge hole swallowed the wailing creatures on the ground.
Chapter completed!