As the night deepened, Night Eleven smiled at Asashi Musu's sleeping face, and pulled a thin blanket to cover her exposed shoulders. He reached out again and gently stroked Yinyan's little head, Yinaya may be in a dream, and the little head couldn't help rubbing the jade hand next to him, looking very well-behaved and cute.

Night Eleven walked out of the tent, glanced at the starlight in the sky, and sighed softly.

Several young disciples sat cross-legged by the campfire, cultivating with Yin Yeqing.

Yin Yeqing's eyes opened, and Ye Eleven signaled that there was no need to make a noise.

As a dark shadow pierced the silence of the night sky, Night Eleven couldn't help but ask herself, "Am I getting more and more fond of laughing?"

Linglong smiled: "That means that the young master is in a good mood and happy."

Night Eleven thought about it, and it seemed that there was no other explanation, but he also felt that this was the case.

Mo Yu galloped, with sonic booms behind him, even if it wasn't once or twice to fly at such a supersonic speed, Ye Eleven still felt a little uncomfortable, not to mention the deformed and distorted face, just the air flow poured into the collar made him feel very uncomfortable.

Yuan Shiyi secretly thought: "Let's fly slower in the future, in case you hit any insects, birds, beasts, and birds, it will be an accident."

This time, Yuan Eleven didn't let Linglong know, otherwise this guy might not know how to complain about himself.

Linglong exclaimed: "Young master, there, look there!"

Yuan Eleven noticed a faint pillar of light on the ground.

Night Eleven muttered to herself, "It could be a treasure."

As the night eleven fell, the scenery on the ground gradually became clear due to the light.

It was an old man in shabby clothes, with an unknown tattered talisman in his hand, and a pattern twisted and twisted on the ground, as if he was praying for something.

Night Eleven walked over and said curiously, "Uncle, what are you doing?"

The old man's closed eyes opened suddenly, and he saw a pair of black wings on the back of Ye Eleven, and he stepped back and said in a panic: "You, are you a human or a monster!"

Seeing that the old man was so flustered, Ye Eleven accepted Mo Yu and said, "I'm a cultivator, what kind of monster is there, could it be that there are monsters around here?"

The old man listened to Ye Eleven's words, his thin hands trembled, and the broken rune paper made a rustling sound, as if he was stepping on a dead leaf, and the old man said reverently: "Immortals, immortals! I'm kind of begging for you. ”

Yuan Eleven secretly thought, "Could it be that I triggered the task again?" This time it's to slay demons? ”

Seeing the old man trembling and staggering, Ye 11 was afraid that the darkness would fall to him, so he quickly stepped forward to support him and said, "The old man has something to say slowly."

The old man raised the yellow, orange, and orange paper talisman in his hand towards Ye Eleven, and cried: "Immortal, my son, my son was captured by a monster!"

Ye Shi must have looked at it, only to see that the broken rune paper emitted a faint light, and there were some other blood stains! Night Eleven asked, "What does your son look like?"

"My son is eleven years old now, and he is thin," the old man continued, gesturing, "so tall, in a gray cloth robe, and by the way, two pieces of black pudding on his shoulders......"

The old man tried his best to describe his son's appearance, for fear that the immortal in front of him would not recognize him. Ye Eleven listened to the words in front of him, and thought that the old man should have been rewarded for his good deeds, but after listening to the second half of the sentence, he couldn't help but feel nervous, and asked, "Then what is his name?"

The old man remembered his son's name, and couldn't help crying again, choking up: "Yang Hu."

Ye Eleven thought secretly: "This name is quite imposing, I don't know where Old Master Yang got the rune paper."

Thinking that now was not the time to think about these things, Night Eleven hurriedly asked, "Do you know where that monster is?" I'm going to get your son out!" ”

When the old man heard this, he hurriedly stopped crying and came to his senses, turned around and pointed to the dark mountain stream and said, "There! There's a hole there! The monster is in that hole! ”

Night Eleven took some medicine and handed it to Uncle Yang, and disappeared with a whoosh.

Like a swift wind cutting grass, a black light rushed towards the direction of the cave, hanging in the air of the mountain stream, and it was pitch black in front of him, but there was no cave in the mountain.

At this moment, the golden light in the arms of the night eleven was shining, and he immediately took out the golden scroll of the affairs of the golden light. It's strange that the golden light doesn't illuminate the surroundings, which is a bit strange.

Night Eleven unfolded the scroll, only to see that there was an additional picture frame under the Demon Emperor's Palace, and some words were written under the picture frame, describing the information of the monster that was about to be faced.

Ye Shiyi said strangely: "I didn't expect this scroll to be used like this, but unfortunately I don't know what the monster looks like."

Linglong said: "Young master, click on the picture frame."

Night Eleven grabbed two scrolls with his left hand, and the blank frame with his right hand sounded from the scroll, and at the same time, a red light lit up in the pitch-black mountain stream opposite.

Night Eleven said happily: "There!" Then it turned into a black light and fell at the entrance of the cave.

The entrance to the cave is an ordinary mountain rock, which is not surprising, the cave lights up red from time to time, the ground is slightly wet, and it feels greasy to step on, which makes Night Eleven feel very uncomfortable.

Night Eleven frowned and said, "What kind of monster is this, it actually lives in this sticky corridor." Don't worry about it for now, it's important to save people. ”

Night Eleven walked cautiously inside, holding a bronze ancient sword in his hand. After a while, Night Eleven heard the sound of a child talking, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace, not caring about startling the snake.

Night Eleven suddenly stopped, looking at the fork in the road in front of him, I don't know whether to go left or right, when Night Eleven was anxious, Linglong said: "Young Master right!"

Night Eleven immediately rushed to the hole on the right, and the child's cry became clearer and clearer, and it seemed that he was on the right path.

Linglong said: "Be careful young master!"

Night Eleven didn't pay attention, and there was a sound under his feet, and a black thing suddenly stabbed at his front door!

Night Eleven hurriedly put the ancient sword in his hand, and a huge force came from the sword, Night Eleven was repelled into the air, he took advantage of the situation to flip to the ground, but because of his lack of experience, he did not stand firm, he held the bronze ancient sword that shook in his hand, and secretly said in his heart: "Oops!"

The black shadow let out a whoosh cry, and saw that Night Eleven landed with an unsteady pace, and took the opportunity to kill again!

Night Eleven propped his palms on the ground, threw himself forward, and skillfully rolled to dodge the blow!

The black shadow missed the blow, and screamed in annoyance.

Ye Eleven held the bronze ancient sword and looked at the unknown creature attached to the stone wall, and said unhappily: "You are the monster who kidnapped Yang Hu."

The black shadow broke away from the wall and lay on the ground, and Night Eleven realized that the monster looked like a piece of gel.

Night Eleven shouted, "Ask you!"

The colloidal monster gurgled all over its body, and it actually stood up! Looking at the vinyl that had turned into a human form in front of him, Ye Eleven's eyebrows jumped, and he wondered in his heart: "What kind of thing is this, how did a jelly-like monster become a person, could it be that he has cultivated a human form?"

The vinyl man stretched out his hand, and his arm gurgled, but in three seconds, a long and flat colloid was derived from his hand, and when the colloid solidified, it was a black sword, exuding a strange aura under the faint red light!

The vinyl man looked at Night Eleven, his mouth moved slightly, but he didn't know what to say, and stabbed him directly with his sword.

It can be said that if you don't agree with each other, you will start fighting.

Night Eleven held the idea of exchanging injuries for injuries, and swept the sword in his hand to let the black sword stab at his shoulder, who knew that the momentum of the vinyl man's long arm raised the sword, and the black sword picked up Night Eleven's horizontal attack.

"That's a lot of strength!" Night Eleven turned around, and the bronze sword turned from the top of his right hand to his back, drew a circle behind him, and then slashed diagonally at the vinyl man from the bottom of his left hand.

The vinyl man saw that Night Eleven turned around and slashed with a sword, his body was lower to the right, and he swung the black sword to attack Night Eleven's lower body, as if he wanted to cut off Night Eleven's left leg.

Night Eleven was unable to control the sword at this time, and in a hurry, his left leg was bent inward, and his whole body rotated and rose with the help of the elasticity and waist force of his right foot.

Both dodged each other's attacks at the same time!

Night Eleven landed and stopped, and a chill arose in his heart: "Don't use attribute suppression, it's so dangerous to fight a little black monster, and I almost became a one-legged hero."

The vinyl man seemed to have no feelings, the sword momentum went but did not retract, turned around and swept left, and slashed again like an autumn wind sweeping leaves!

Night Eleven didn't know that this was one of the Shushan swordsmanship's 'spring to autumn'.

Night Eleven was shocked and annoyed, and shouted, "Come back!" Immediately, he exerted force under his feet, his body spun up, and the bronze ancient sword stabbed forward.

Woohoo! The tip of the bronze sword spun and emitted gusts of wind, and the vinyl man knew that he couldn't dodge, his body gurgled, and finally with an incredible movement, he rolled diagonally and kicked at Night Eleven's arm!

Night Eleven's sword skills became more and more proficient, and immediately his wrist flipped, and the bronze sword rotated like a fan blade.

Poof!

The tip of the bronze sword slice through the vingel man's thigh. At the same time, Ye Eleven ate this kick solidly, and flew directly to the top of the cave, and the black light behind him flashed, blocking a lot of strength. Still, it was a bang on the top and a bang on the ground!

The vinyl man looked down at his thigh, which had a gaping gap, and the corners of his mouth cracked, revealing a black hole, as the gurgling sound rang out again.

Ye Eleven knelt on his knees with the bronze ancient sword in his hand, listening to the gurgling sound, he raised his eyes, his face changed suddenly, and said, "Damn!" And youkai like you! ”