After turning around the three corpses, ye Lingfeng hesitated and touched the weapons on the three corpses again. But just like when he was in the corridor, the weapons on the three bodies were touched by him and turned into fly ash.


    There was only the corpse that looked exactly like the Chinese. A long knife in his arms was touched by Ye Lingfeng. Although it turned into ashes, it dropped a few golden things.


    What surprised Ye Lingfeng even more was that after he picked up the golden things, they flew into the reincarnation sword and fit with the body of the sword. Moreover, after combining the golden things, samsara sword seems to be more flexible.


    What''s going on here? Finding that samsara sword was no accident, ye Lingfeng was a little relaxed, but his doubts were even more serious. Time is powerful enough to break these weapons, but why are these corpses still intact.


    Thinking of this, ye Lingfeng can''t help but turn his head and look at the black emperor. He wants to ask him, but when he turns his head, he finds that the black emperor is gone.


    "Here you are at last!" Just then, the light in the hall suddenly began to change, and a voice suddenly appeared.


    All of a sudden, the silver light on the walls around the hall became as bright as day.


    What''s more, after the radiance was released along the wall, it slowly converged together, and then gradually formed a small figure, about one meter long. It looked like a Chinese child, but there were several stars in the middle of the eyebrow.


    What makes Ye Lingfeng most curious is the child''s eyes. That pair of eyes is not black and white, but presents a gray, like a thick chaos, look at people feel to fall into it.


    Where is the black emperor? What''s the matter with this figure? Looking at the sudden appearance of the figure, ye Lingfeng frowned tightly, more and more don''t understand, in front of this scene exactly is how to return a responsibility.


    "Who are you?" After thinking for a long time, ye Lingfeng took a step back, squeezed the reincarnation sword, and cautiously told the shadow.


    "I am the owner of this island. You can call me Ling..." After staring at Ye Lingfeng for a long time, the figure of the child passed a touch of cunning in his eyes. Then he sat on the ground and looked at Ye Lingfeng and said, "you really let me down. I waited for thousands of years to finally wait for someone to come in, and what I was waiting for was such a little guy."


    "Ten thousand years?" Ye Lingfeng was stunned and looked at Lingdao in amazement: "you mean that this place has been around for thousands of years. Have all these people in the hall been dead for thousands of years?"


    If it wasn''t for the spirit''s expression, he couldn''t see any falsification at all, and what happened was too weird. Ye Lingfeng almost doubted whether he was still in the illusion of the stone formation.


    It''s unbelievable that the body has been dead for thousands of years. But if you think about it carefully, it will only take ten thousand years for the weapons used by these corpses to turn from sharpness to dust in endless time.


    And ten thousand years ago, what era was that? Ye Lingfeng is constantly thinking about what happened ten thousand years ago. Even human beings, who call themselves primates of all things, can''t guess at all. They can only search for a word in the rocks of the earth''s crust. Even the history of China can only be traced back to 5000 years ago. As for the previous years, they are collectively referred to as the age of myth.


    Is the palace, the corpses and the spirit hidden on the sea shark island the products of the mythical age?


    "That''s right." Ling nodded and said calmly: "ten thousand years is a long time, but these people are amazing and gorgeous. Although they are dead, the power of time is still eclipsed and immortal in front of them!"


    Death is immortal! Ye Lingfeng has been completely speechless. He didn''t know how strong his cultivation was to reach the point of being immortal. But even if it is such a powerful existence, it is still crushed by life. What is the extent of his cultivation that leads to this scene.


    "You are too weak to understand the magnificence I mean. It was a time you never understood. And I doubt how you got here Ling jokingly looked at the surprised Ye Lingfeng. After staring at him thoughtfully, his eyes showed the color of understanding, and said: "I understand. It turns out that what you practice is that kind of secret method. In this way, although you are still very weak, you do have the qualification to enter here."


    "What are you going to do?" Looking at the spirit that pair of no black and white, like a chaotic eyes, ye Lingfeng heart inexplicable a Lin.


    "I''m here, and I have only one mission, which is to find the existence that can inherit the master. Now that you are here, you should inherit everything here and let me finish my mission. " Spirit a tiny smile, looking at leaf Ling breeze calm way.


    Inheritance? Ye Lingfeng''s brows suddenly wrinkled when he heard that he was talking to a person, or a mysterious thing like the black emperor, he might agree. But the spirit in front of him didn''t look like a human being at all, and ye Lingfeng felt that the spirit had no body, just a virtual shadow formed by the brilliance of the wall.


    When things happen, there must be demons, and what happens in front of us can''t be summed up with a simple word "demons". Under such circumstances, ye Lingfeng really does not know whether he should refuse or resist.Under meditation, ye Lingfeng reached into his pocket involuntarily, lit a cigarette, smoked and meditated.


    "Of course, you also have the right to refuse..." Ling stares at Ye Lingfeng''s cigarette end curiously, and seems to be thinking about what ye Lingfeng is doing. After watching for a long time, the fog becomes heavier and heavier. He says with a smile: "but if you refuse, in order to hide the master''s secret, I can only leave you here. It''s up to you to choose


    Do you still have a choice? As soon as the voice of the spirit falls, ye Lingfeng shakes his hand holding the cigarette end, and a piece of ash falls on the ground.


    Seeing this kind of immortal existence, if ye Lingfeng is not interested in the inheritance of spirit, it is absolutely a lie. It can be said that every ancient martial arts practitioner''s goal is to become a top strong man, and ye Lingfeng is no exception.


    What''s more, Ling''s words are good. If he refuses, he will stay here. And ye Lingfeng felt that although the spirit was a virtual shadow, there was a strange Qi on his body. He had no doubt that if the other party really wanted to kill him, it was not just talk. Under such circumstances, the so-called right of choice is a joke.