At the bottom of the contempt chain

What Lin Xing wanted to make up for was not his previous judgment, but his control over the whole heart.

It is true that he was sure that Feng Tianxing's previous actions were very suspicious, and he even knew that he was definitely not an ordinary Demon Race, at least he didn't have that much resentment towards the Human Race.

But the reality is, he can trust this Demon Race, but other people can't.

For this uncertain news, he has to pay too much, his right to live in this secret realm with peace of mind, his status as a respected patriarch, and his gradually growing strength, all of which he has already obtained. s things.

Now, to give up so many things for a Demon Race is really... not worth it.

From the current situation, it is not worth it.

As the blade was raised, Lin Xing cut it down without hesitation!

"Indeed, it's not worth it."

If you kill this demon clan, you will be able to live in this world with peace of mind, you will be able to gain the respect of the patriarch, and you will be able to steadily suppress Zhou Dingkang, so that he will not be able to make any waves.

One day in the future, he will inherit the position of the patriarch and continue to survive in this world with the human race.

With the identity of the patriarch, he can do too many things, and he can fulfill all his selfish desires with a little bit of self-enrichment.

It can also educate the next generation, at least in this secret realm, he has absolute rights.

As long as you kill the demons in front of you, you can get all this, which is extremely stable.

But Lin Xing didn't want to.

"I think the most essential difference between humans and demons is that we have hope for things that seem to have little chance."

"It's not worth it, but I decided to take a gamble."

As the blade fell, the spiritual energy imprisoned in Feng Tianxing was instantly peeled off, and the pair of dark eyes slowly opened.

Demons, revived.

With the help of Lin Xing, he broke free from the constraints of the illusion and regained control of his body.

With the powerful body of the Demon Race, it is not difficult to deal with these small human races in front of them. If the Demon Race has the intention to kill, the sword will fall, and the fate of everyone will be engraved.

"Lin Xing, you are crazy!"

"Let's join forces! Even if we fight to the death today, we can't take a step back!"

"This is our only home, and we have nowhere to go!"

Zhou Dingkang roared and ordered the Terran to surround Feng Tianxing and Lin Xing.

The roar outside did not interfere with Feng Tianxing and Lin Xing's gaze.

"The man in power has not come?"

Lin Xing shrugged.

"I just thought you were different and wanted to chat with you before they came."

Feng Tianxing glanced at the nervous demons around him, and after his eyes lit up, he suddenly laughed.

"I originally thought that the human race had cut off the inheritance of the Immortal Dao, but I didn't expect it to be found!"

"It seems that I only need to fuel the fire in the grand plan of reviving the human race. You guys are better and braver than I expected."

"What's your name? I can answer all your questions today except those related to my identity."

Lin Xing frowned slightly.

"Why are you different from other demons?"

This question is what puzzles Lin Xing the most. A demon, like a human, has distinct emotions, reason and restraint, as well as an earnest expectation for the revival of the human race.

This is very unreasonable.

Feng Tianxing stretched out his hand, stuck out his sharp claws, and shook his head.

"It's just a shell."

Lin Xing frowned.

"The body, it means that you have mastered the means to transfer the soul? As far as I know, that means requires a lot of strength."

Feng Tianxing shook his head directly.

"Just an example, not the exact same method."

Lin Xing nodded.

"Well, the second question, do you think there is a one in ten thousand possibility of the revival of the human race."

Feng Tianxing's eyes lit up, this Lin Xing is very good.

Now that he wants to revive the human race, he needs such people with revival ideas to become his helpers, while Zhou Dingkang and others on the other side can be completely ignored. They are only helpers, not the main force.

"Without my help, it is estimated that there is a 1 in 10,000,000 chance of revival, but I will give you some help. If there is no accident, the 1 percent possibility still exists."

"Hope is very slim. It depends on whether you dare to bet with me this time."

Just as the two were talking, a thunderstorm struck from a distance, and in an instant, lightning flashed and thundered.

Feng Tianxing looked up unexpectedly, only to see a human race standing with their heads held high, their feet on the void, with a childlike appearance and a fairy-like style.

Raise your hand, the thunder in your hand is surging, it is actually the way of thunder!

A light flickered in Feng Tianxing's eyes.

Since the human race in Luoshenquan has not cut off their inheritance and can still master Thunder, does that mean that other human races hidden in place names also have the same inheritance.

From this point of view, the cornerstone of the revival of the human race still exists, and he does not need to reshape it.

In the future, all he needs to worry about is giving them a chance for revival.

At this moment, Feng Tianxing's heart was beating violently.

Because he saw the shadows of these human races that were different from other races.

Without waiting for Feng Tianxing to observe carefully, the Terran said loudly.

"Why don't the demons below escape?"

Holding a thunderbolt, the voice was like a bell, and he questioned sharply, full of momentum.

As if he is the master of this world, controlling the life and death of all things.

Feng Tianxing was not afraid at all, and first said to Lin Xing next to him.

"You wait for me to go up and talk to the steward, and I'll talk to you later."

After speaking, Feng Tianxing flew into the sky in an instant, came to the patriarch, and bowed in salute.

"I don't know what to call it."

The patriarch of the human race looked at Feng Tianxing carefully, with some doubts on his face.

"Twelve ancient bloodlines?"

Feng Tianxing's appearance is really quite different from other demons. The ordinary demons are huge, muscular and fierce in appearance.

But Feng Tianxing seems to have a weak feeling.

His stature is thin but does not affect his flight. If you look closely, his breath is not weak, on the contrary, it is very abundant.

The only thing that can be explained is the blood of the twelve ancient demons.

But no matter how you look at the blood of the twelve ancient demons, it is impossible to have a good impression of the human race. They are equivalent to the nobles among the demons. The ordinary demons are only ants in their eyes, and the humans are also ants in the eyes of ordinary demons.

Having crossed such a big chain of contempt, the patriarch could never have imagined that a demon with such a distinguished status would have such a view on the human race.

Obviously, Feng Tianxing's unusual behavior surprised the patriarch.

"What kind of identity are you? I don't quite understand what you're doing today. If you want to rely on the fur of stealing to learn to mingle with the human race, then you can take those thoughts away."

Feng Tianxing smiled lightly.

"It's very simple, I'll just tell you when you come here."