(I feel very satisfied with these chapters, guess who this middle-aged man will be?)

Suddenly, Ling Fei was attracted by the scene behind the pool of blood.

Behind it turned out to be a white jade platform, which was projected crystal and exuded a soft light.

Ling Fei's brain was a little short-circuited for a while, when he came from the ancient hall just now, he didn't see such a scene, and suddenly, since the abnormal movement of the Demon Suppression Stone, these white jade platforms gradually appeared, and Ling Fei was a little confused.

The shadow was also stunned, he didn't notice the movement here just now, and suddenly said with great joy: "Ling Fei, maybe it's an opportunity." ”

"Opportunity?" Ling Fei was even more confused, although it was said that a white jade platform had appeared, but it was too far away, Ling Fei didn't look down on the white jade platform at all, only the soft light attracted Ling Fei's gaze.

"That's right, you fool, this must be inextricably linked with the power of the elf clan, before you were in front of the demon stone, you felt the power of the elf clan on your own, carrying thousands of demon clans alone, this kind of courage, how can it be possible for others to easily feel that it must be when you came in and got his approval!" the shadow said firmly.

"Recognition?" Ling Fei was completely confused.

"Hmm, that's definitely the case, because your blood is connected, right, although the power of the elves is not absolutely related to you, but the existence of the same savior is naturally somewhat related, right?" Shadow guessed based on his own experience.

"Possibly!" Ling Fei seemed to understand a little at this moment, and then asked, "Shadow, what kind of chance do you say it will be?"

"I don't know this, every peak master has his own temper, so I can't guess the opportunity left for future generations, it's right in front of me, just go and see. The shadow pouted.

Ling Fei felt a little apprehensive in his heart, and slowly walked towards the white jade platform.

In addition to Ling Fei's footsteps, there was also the sound of water dripping in the empty ancient hall, which made Ling Fei feel frightened. Looking around, he didn't find anything abnormal, it was just that such a rootless sound made Ling Fei's heart furious, just these places. It was all like this, Ling Fei approached Bai Yutai in shock.

As he got closer and closer, Ling Fei suddenly found that there was a person standing tall on the white jade platform. Ling Fei's legs suddenly weakened, and in such a terrifying place, he suddenly saw a person, which made his scalp tingle, but for a moment, Ling Fei found that the person did not move, like a statue, and Ling Fei had the courage to continue to approach.

When Ling Fei stood beside the white jade platform, he immediately screamed, and his terrible shouts echoed throughout the ancient hall. Although Ling Fei was prepared to face the thing that frightened him, when he saw a living person standing on top of the white jade platform, all preparations suddenly collapsed in an instant.

"Stop!" the shadow roared with a serious face, and Ling Fei's shouting immediately stopped abruptly.

The shadow didn't speak, and Ling Fei seemed to feel weird, and began to carefully examine the towering body in front of him.

On the white jade platform, there is a middle-aged man with long black hair. Scattered casually on the shoulders, bronzed face, long eyebrows into the sideburns, straight nose and square mouth. A pair of black eyes, deep and empty, breathtaking, chilling to look at, but the most shocking thing is the momentum of the middle-aged man. The peerless domineering, like the peerless overlord, has the courage to pull out the mountains and cover the world, and has a majestic posture that looks down on the world, making the middle-aged man look like a god of war looking down on all beings.

Ling Fei's intense emotions calmed down at this time, a complex, inexplicable emotion seemed to come from eternity, and entered Ling Fei's heart, making him instantly feel as if he had experienced tens of thousands of years, Ling Fei was startled, if it weren't for the cold feeling that came out of his body, Ling Fei would even suspect that this peerless master seemed to be resurrected, and the complex emotions were the feelings of the peerless master when he was dying, there was loss, helplessness, but it was still mixed with a faint expectation.

Just when Ling Fei touched the middle-aged man's body, a strong feeling of blood connection surged into his heart, Ling Fei was frightened, closed his eyes, and carefully experienced this feeling, that indescribable taste, which made Ling Fei very unwilling.

The middle-aged man was murderous, which made Ling Fei's heart palpitate.

Suddenly, Ling Fei was like an ant, ten thousand years were gone, and he felt like his soul was out of his body, but his heart was like ashes, and all thoughts were extremely gray, and a feeling that made Ling Fei extremely kind came to his heart, but Ling Fei didn't know what it was like.

At this time, a shadow projected out, and his eyes looked directly at the middle-aged man in front of him, "Is he the power of the elf clan, or his descendant?" The voice that spoke was extremely calm, and he didn't know whether to say it to Ling Fei or to himself.

"It's a descendant of the elf clan!, it's a killing god!" Ling Fei said firmly.

"Why? A person with this ** power can be immortal Although this body can't see that his years are long, but the great coercion is still there, why are you so sure that this is his descendant?" The shadow looked at Ling Fei with complicated eyes, hoping to get an answer from Ling Fei.

When Ling Fei heard these words from the shadow, he also hesitated, and said after a moment of silence: "Tens of thousands of years ago, the demon clan was born, have you seen it?"

For Ling Fei's question, the shadow was a little puzzled, not knowing how the two were related, but he still nodded, and Ling Fei continued: "So, the first birth of the elven race to lead the human race against the demon race was about 100,000 years ago, right?"

The shadow still nodded, Ling Fei smiled faintly, it seemed to be a bitter smile, but he didn't understand what Ling Fei's smile meant, Ling Fei sighed and said: " From the relief when you first entered the ancient hall, you can see that the elf clan has the power to monopolize the demon clan, and from the town demon stone as if you were on the scene, you can see that the elf clan power does its best to seal the demon, set up the demon stone, and plunge into the demon stone, and use its lifelong strength to completely suppress the demon clan, so as to see that the elf power exists, he exists in the world, everywhere, for the heavens, to eliminate demons and demons. ”

The shadow also smiled, shook his head and said: "It's too one-sided, but who can say anything about it so long, so why are you sure that he is the descendant of the elf clan." ”

Ling Fei glanced up at the middle-aged man's expressionless and angry face and responded: " First of all, on the relief, the elven power looks extremely weird, according to my point of view, even if the elf power's appearance is not so exaggerated, it is absolutely the same, the descendants are just on the original basis, more mythical, and more prominent elf power, and this middle-aged man's appearance is very different, the appearance has the appearance of a human being, 100,000 years, no one cares about these, but in your era, no, there are still different policies towards the elves, so the elves will definitely appear in front of the world as human beings。 ”

Ling Fei smiled and said, "I know, you have to ask next, why did I judge him to be an elf clan?"

The shadow nodded without hesitation: "I don't know, because in my opinion, only the people of the elven clan would be willing to be buried here with their ancestors for a long time, right?" ”

This conversation between the two can be said to have no meaning, but they are silent when they are worried, everything is speculation, but the awe of the power of the elf clan and the peerless domineering of the middle-aged man are absolutely emotional. (To be continued.) )