Evil, cold, violent, and chilling.

In Lin Feng's originally dark eyes, two dark red vortexes were spinning continuously, looking extremely evil.

"What kind of demon is this? Why does it have such a bloody and evil aura? Why does it feel familiar to me?"

The white-browed old man frowned slightly. For some reason, he felt a familiar aura.

In addition, there is also a sense of threat.

This feeling was too incredible. What kind of demon could make him feel threatened?

Possessed by the nightmare, the black mark on Lin Feng's eyebrows began to dissipate, and his originally stiff body became free again.

"Old guy, it's really you who is causing trouble!"

Lin Feng looked at the white-browed old man and said coldly.

He communicated with the statue before, and although he got nothing, he discovered a problem.

That means there is spiritual power flowing to these three skeletons.

The fluctuations in mental power were very weak, so weak that it took Lin Feng five attempts to be sure.

He had no intention of communicating with the statue from the beginning, let alone obtaining the inheritance.

What he really cared about were these three skeletons.

This fluctuation in mental power may be normal in the eyes of others and cannot mean anything, but in Lin Feng's eyes, this is a sign of something ghostly.

After all, there is a nightmare inside him.

That was a former demigod.

Nightmares can be resurrected in a special way, but can other demigods also be able to?

Entering this mysterious temple, Lin Feng did not learn the old man's skills because he was worried that there would be problems with the skills. In Lin Feng's view, how could a foreign race allow the human race to inherit the inheritance?

Although the old man seemed to be unconscious, Lin Feng was still very cautious.

But he didn't expect that even if he didn't get close, even if he didn't learn the sky-swallowing demon technique, this old ghost would still forcibly control his body.

Such methods and those greedy eyes were obviously not meant to be passed on to him.

"What kind of demon spirit are you?"

The white-browed old man didn't care about Lin Feng's disrespect and asked slightly curiously.

Because anyone who insults and disrespects him will die!

They will all become the nourishment for his resurrection.

Seeing the curious look on the old man's face, Lin Feng was silent for a moment, then said with a smile: "Don't you even recognize your old friends?"

Old friend?

Are all his friends dead?

As a demigod, how many people are qualified to be his friends?

The white-browed old man frowned slightly and was about to speak when he suddenly looked at Lin Feng's rotating red pupils and instantly understood where the familiar feeling came from.

"Change your soul into a spirit, you..."
Chapter completed!