If here is the Demon Race to fill the gap, then the power in the air must be the remaining power of the lost guard.

Unexpectedly, it has been lost for three hundred years, and now it can still protect the entire college.

"Who is hiding there!"

Just when several people were in their own surprised state of mind.

Suddenly, the golden eggs suddenly rang out.

As if feeling something, I saw the golden egg suddenly moved towards a tall tree, and the tiptoe tore towards the big tree with bare hands.

Of course, it was not tearing the tree apart, but in the space around the big tree.

After hearing the sound of the wind, his movements were naturally not slow, and he moved directly to the golden eggs.

When he tore the space to the extreme, when he saw the torn space, his brows frowned.

I saw a translucent and misty white-haired old man sitting cross-legged in that space.

It seemed that at the moment when the space was torn apart, the old man closed his white eyelashes tightly and trembling slightly, he saw his eyes suddenly open.

However, in his eyes, there were a lot of holes, like a black pool, bottomless.

"Finally here!" A voice that seemed to be coming from far, far away suddenly echoed in the dense forest.

Can not help but make everyone back slightly, a trace of guard across their expressions.

"Who is it?" Pharaoh's voice sounded in a low voice, his eyes darkened strictly.

In his own academy, there is another one who doesn't even know it exists.

But Feng Xi already felt his identity at the moment his voice came.

"Are you the guardian who fills the gap?" Feng Xi asked in a faint voice looking at him.

At the same time, he gestured slightly to the Pharaohs behind him, asking them to calm down.

The old man seemed to hear Fengxi's questioning, although he did not see him speak, but that voice rang around again; "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Wait for me?" Feng Xi frowned when he heard the words.

However, at this moment, Feng Xi felt a sudden shock in her wrist.

Before she could react, she saw a black wrist flashing, and a misty astral body suddenly appeared from the bracelet.

"Xiao Wu, I didn't expect that when we meet again, you will already look like this!"

His long black hair was draped behind his head, and his cold face was dyed with a touch of arrogance. He was only fifteen or six years old, but that voice was a hoarse and low voice of an old man.

Feng Xi looked at the teacher who came out of the space and couldn't help being a little surprised: "Teacher? Why are you..."

"It's been three hundred years, she was your choice?" I saw that misty voice sounded extremely, and a light breeze was blowing in the wind.

Immediately, the voice that rang again was filled with a little surprise; "It turned out to be her offspring, no wonder you would choose her as the host."

"How about you? Depending on your state, it seems that it is almost exhausted."

Hearing what the teacher said, I saw the old man with empty eyes open, the corners of his mouth raised slightly; "Her offspring are here, then it's time for me to let go of my responsibilities, and the lamp is gone. Forget it."

This dialogue was clearly heard in the audience, but no one understood it.