"What a powerful force of thunder and punishment!"
Just standing at the door of the dark room, feeling the power of thunder and punishment pouring out from it, Zifeng became excited again, and seemed to have forgotten the purpose of coming here.
However, Ling Tian and others did not forget it.
The Nine Hells Thunder Formation enveloped the entire darkroom.
Stepping into it will surely trigger thunder.
Those who are not strong enough may be killed by thunder on the spot.
Even if a powerful person in the Supreme Realm steps into it, he will be unable to move even an inch.
No wonder there is no divine pattern array at the door of this darkroom, there is no need for it.
There is no need to say who the person being imprisoned in the dark room in front of him is.
I am afraid that only an extraordinary person like Ling Wen can withstand the punishment of nine hells and thunder for decades and never die.
call!
A heavy snoring sound came from the dark room.
Ling Wen obviously noticed the movement outside the dark room and slowly glanced up.
But he only glanced at it, and then lowered his head again.
But this glance allowed Ling Tian and others outside the dark room to see Ling Wen's appearance clearly.
At this time, Ling Wen's hair was disheveled and he had a long beard. He looked very rough, but he was a little less energetic.
"father!"
When Ling Tian saw that Ling Wen had no reaction, he immediately shouted.
"Um?"
The sudden voice attracted Ling Wen's attention again.
Ling Wen raised his head again and stared at Ling Tian with his empty eyes.
However, he still did not give Ling Tian any response.
Perhaps, he was doubting Ling Tian's identity.
Thinking about it carefully, when Ling Wen sent Ling Tian to the Eastern Wasteland, Ling Tian was still an infant.
Now that Ling Tian has grown up, the shadow of his childhood is so blurry?
With just one glance, how could Ling Wen dare to be sure?
Even though the two of them are connected by blood.
Ling Tian frowned slightly and his heart moved.
He then raised his right arm without hesitation and activated the Sword Saint Body.
The members of the Ling Holy Clan are all born with sword bones.
But everyone's sword bones are slightly different.
In the eyes of the Ling Holy Clan, sword bones are completely enough to determine a person's identity.
The sword bone on Ling Tian's right arm does not belong to him.
However, Ling Wen would definitely recognize it.
Because this sword bone was specially left by Ling Wen for Ling Tian.
"Tian'er..."
Sure enough, as Ling Tian Sword Saint Body was released, Ling Wen's empty eyes immediately showed strong fluctuations.
"Dad, let me save you!"
Ling Tian then put down his arms and spoke an extremely solemn voice.
"You can't save me."
Ling Wen shook his head when he heard the sound, "You have to break the Nine Hell Heavenly Thunder Formation. Leave this place quickly. If you delay for a while, I'm afraid it will be too late."
Over the years, Ling Wen was trapped in the Thunder Prison and never saw the light of day.
The existence of the Nine Hells Thunder Formation made it difficult for him to escape.
But if he wanted to die, he could die at any time.
He didn't die just because he had concerns in his heart.
He has always been worried about Ling Tian who was in the Eastern Wasteland.
Ling Tian appeared here today, which was beyond his expectation.
Deep down in his heart, he certainly hoped to leave the Thunder Prison and reunite with Ling Tian.
But he could see that Ling Tian was only a sixth-level warrior in the First Realm and could not break through the Nine Hells Heavenly Thunder Formation at all.
"How will you know if you don't try?"
Ling Tian looked around and said solemnly.
He knew about the existence of the Nine Hells Heavenly Thunder Formation in advance.
Now that I see it, it is indeed a holy pattern formation.
However, this still did not affect his determination to save Ling Wen and leave this place.
"try?"
"it's useless."
Ling Wen smiled bitterly and looked at Ling Tian with a sense of farewell in his eyes, "Seeing that you are well now, with so many trustworthy friends by your side, I no longer have any worries in my heart as a father. It's time."
It’s time to go accompany your mother.”
After saying that, he clenched his fists, and the breath in his body began to surge faintly.
The Nine Hells Heavenly Thunder Formation was affected by this aura, and a terrifying thunder force was brewed in an instant.
The dark iron rod above Ling Wen's head kept making crackling sounds.
"Dad! Don't be impulsive!"
Ling Tian saw Ling Wen's intention and his expression suddenly changed.
Ling Wen's move was undoubtedly to attract the thunder from heaven into his body and end his life!
He was worried that Ling Tian would fail to break through the Nine Hells Heavenly Thunder Formation and would be killed by the Nine Hells Heavenly Thunder Formation instead, so he gave up Ling Tian's thoughts of breaking through the Nine Hells Heavenly Thunder Formation.
"Mom is not dead!"
Seeing that Ling Wen had not stopped seeking death, Ling Tian quickly shouted again.
"What did you say?"
Ling Wen heard the sound and looked at Ling Tian in surprise.
But then, he smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Your mother died in my father's arms back then, so you don't have to lie to me."
"I'm not lying to you, my mother may not be dead."
After hearing what Ling Wen said, Ling Tian quickly shouted with determination, "Death is not the end of life."
Death is not the end of life!
This was what Mu Feng told Ling Tian.
The ancient continent is just one of three thousand small worlds.
As long as the warriors in the three thousand small worlds do not have their souls destroyed, their souls will pass through the mountains of the dead in the underworld after death.
Undead souls grow by devouring the souls of other undead souls. After growing to a certain level, they can gather their bodies again and be resurrected from the dead.
Ling Tian was sure that although his mother died, her soul was not completely destroyed.
In this way, there is the possibility of resurrection!
Even if this possibility is possible, it is less than one in ten million.
But this is not hope?
"Death is not the end of life?"
Ling Wen muttered and repeated Ling Tian's words, feeling a little dazed.
"Dad! I will explain this to you later. You must not die now."
Ling Tian took a deep breath and cast a solemn look at Ling Wen, "And even if my mother is really dead, you still have me and Nian Nian! How could you just abandon us like this?"
"Nian Nian?"
Ling Wen was stunned for a moment, his eyes showing confusion.
Ling Tian immediately turned around and pulled Ling Nian to his side. Then he looked at Ling and asked, "Nian Nian, this is our father!"
"father!"
Ling Nian's face was a little complicated, but he still shouted softly.
For Ling Nian, Ling Wen's father was too unfamiliar.
Unlike Ling Tian, she has never felt her father's love since she was a child.
As for Ling Tian, at least he still has the love of his adoptive father.
"who is she?"
Ling Nian said "Daddy", which made Ling Wen feel a little uncomfortable.
At the same time, it also made Ling Wen even more confused.
In his impression, he did not remember that he had such a daughter.
Ling Tian was a little speechless in his heart, as his father was quite a scumbag.
Judging from his appearance, he has no memory of the romantic debts he left behind when he fled...
"Dad! Do you still remember Tianchi Fairy?"
He was speechless in his heart, but Ling Tian still reminded Ling Wendao.
"Tianchi Fairy...Tianchi Smoke..."
Ling Wen suddenly remembered and looked at Ling Nian in surprise, "Are you Tianchi Yan's daughter?"
Tianchiyan is the name of Tianchi fairy.
Back then, Ling Wen was seriously injured in Donghuang, but he was saved by Tianchi Yan.
In a daze, he mistakenly mistook Tianchi Yan for Ling Tian's mother, and then unexpectedly had Ling Nian.
In the next three months, he recuperated in Lost City and left immediately after recovering.
At that time, he did not know that Tianchiyan was three months pregnant.
Perhaps, this is also the relationship that Tianchiyan deliberately concealed and did not inform.