"Ghost Painting Ambush" Night Eleven finds the mission name interesting.

The old ghost let out a hoarse laugh, like a crow hiccuping. Hearing this laughter, everyone in the distance experienced varying degrees of chest tightness and shortness of breath.

"You can't escape the old ghost this time, Fufa!" Qianxue Mu Su drank coldly, and the jade hand pointed at the old ghost who fled in ambush, and behind her, the true yuan was like Brother Jiang's galloping, crushing the air, and hitting the old ghost in ambush.

The dark pupils of the old ghost who escaped flashed, and he sneered: "The way of this world has really changed, and the cultivators of the Jindan stage dare to break into the tomb of the dry ghost Dao, and the lessons of the year are not enough!"

He stomped on the soles of his feet, and a circle of ripples swung in all directions, like a shield that enveloped himself inside.

Qianxue Musu's attack was useless, which made her feel incredible, even if it was a big realm, it wouldn't be like this.

It's not that the attack of the Jindan stage cultivator can't shake the fusion realm cultivator at all, it's just that such an unresponsive phenomenon is very unreasonable!

"Think this seat is only a fusion realm?" The old ghost who escaped seemed to see Qianxue Musu's thoughts, and sneered.

"Isn't it?" Qianxue Musu's stubborn temperament came up, and several true yuan rivers rushed away.

Qianxue Musu's performance surprised Ye Eleven, if it weren't for Linglong's explanation, Ye Eleven would definitely have stopped it.

Let's ask which girl with a budding spring heart doesn't want to show herself in front of the person she likes, let alone a peerless beauty like Qianxue Musu, the hidden arrogance has gradually awakened because of the appearance of Night Eleven.

The old ghost shouted: "Okay, you little girl, if it weren't for your appearance that evokes the past that this seat doesn't want to remember, you are now dead, and this seat is not a pervert who pities fragrant jade!"

The picture scroll behind the old ghost who escaped rattled loudly, and the dark-colored mist took down those true elements one by one like tentacles.

"What a fragrant jade death! Brag unblushingly! Night Eleven drank coldly, and the bronze ancient sword was thrown out by him, and then Night Eleven's body disappeared on the spot, and when he reappeared, he had already appeared behind the old ghost who had escaped!

The bronze ancient sword continued to fly according to its original trajectory, and the sudden appearance of Night Eleven was really unexpected, even weird! Even as powerful as an old ghost who escaped from ambush, he didn't expect Night Eleven to have such extreme speed.

Night Eleven's palms erupted in flames, the heat wave was pressing, and the movements were not fancy, and he slashed towards the ugly face of the old ghost who had fled with one palm.

There is a bronze ancient sword in front, and there is night eleven in the back, and the enemy is attacked in the back for a while, and its speed is extremely fast, and this time the old ghost must bear a blow.

Seeing that Night Eleven's flame palm blade was about to touch the face of the old ghost who escaped from ambush, the old ghost suddenly turned into a black mist, and the palm blade split the loneliness!

Qian Zhengkan was shocked and said to himself: "The old ghost who escaped from the ambush actually dodged this blow!" This blow has changed itself, and there must be a trade-off before you can take it!

"Where to run!" Ye Eleven's body spun, and his long legs kicked at the bronze ancient sword, and with a metallic sound, the bronze ancient sword turned sharply and shot towards another black coffin.

"Amazing Perception Kid!" With an exclamation, the black hall exploded, and a black bone slammed into the bronze ancient sword.

With a bang, the energy flowers bloomed, and both fell to the ground.

Night Eleven steps lightly landed on a black coffin, slender figure, clothes flying, face calm, eyebrows are even more extraordinary, he is like a fairy, quietly staring at the old ghost fleeing.

"I didn't expect that there would be a cultivator with amazing and extraordinary senses like you in the human race, it seems that this seat has to be serious!" The old ghost who escaped from the ambush had a hideous face, and he was really like an evil ghost.

He pondered for a moment, and then a strange mudra formed in his withered hands, which would be pleasing to the eye if performed by a pair of jade hands.

I saw that the energy in front of the old ghost who had escaped gathered together like mist, and a crystal snowflake gradually condensed. The strange thing is that there is a three-leaf flower blooming in the center of the snowflake crystal, and the petals are extremely colorful, as if it has bloomed outside the world!

"Sanshenghua!" In the distance, Qianxue Musu's face was shocked when he saw this, and then he said angrily: "How can you know my family magic technique!"

Night Eleven's gaze at the old ghost who fled was cold, he looked at Qianxue Musu, only to see that Qianxue Musuyu's hand was sealed, moving like an elf dancing, an identical flower hung in front of her, the flowers were flowing with bright light, her eyes were ruddy, and there were hidden tears rolling.

Qianxue Mu asked, "My father's death can have something to do with you!"

The deep sunken eye sockets of the old ghost stared at Qianxue Musu tightly, and then his body was stunned. He looked at the shallow Zhengkan in the distance again, his ugly face could not see joy and sorrow, and said with a smile: "When you are young, life is the most important thing, don't you say?"

Qianxue Musu looked at Qianzhengkan and said sharply: "Uncle, how did my father die!"

This sudden question made Qian Zhengkan slightly stunned, and then he shouted at the old ghost who fled like a demon: "It's you!" Escape the old ghost! You killed her father! ”

Qianxue Musu looked at the old ghost who escaped again, the Sansheng flowers in front of her were surrounded by countless ice crystals, and the nine feathers were as colorful as a peacock opening the screen behind her. At the same time, a pervasive chill stirred up, and the shallow Zhengkan in the distance couldn't help but shiver!

The old ghost who escaped looked at Qianzhengkan, smiled, and said in an unkind tone: "Are you really sure that you are not mistaken, are you sure that it was the father who killed this girl?"

After noticing the cold gaze cast by Ye Eleven, his body stiffened in an instant, and then he let out a breath, as if he had made up his mind. He said indignantly: "How can I not be sure! It's you who killed my brother Qianli! ”

Qian Zhengkan cried bitterly while pointing to the old ghost who had escaped: "Back then, I escaped by hiding in the shadows, and I could only watch my poor departed brother suffer in front of you, crying and screaming, until he was completely destroyed!"

Qianzheng's eyes were about to split, and he said fiercely: "I only hate that I was humble in cultivation at that time, and I failed to master the secret art of the master, and I hate that I can't avenge the enemy with my hand!"

The old ghost sneered: "Hehehe, you can't report it now."

When Qian Zhengkan heard the answer of the old ghost who fled from ambush, his eyes immediately turned fierce, and he knelt down in front of Ye Eleven!

Asa Zhengkan cried: "I beg the night boy to avenge my dead departed brother!" If not for the sake of despicable, but for the sake of my poor niece! ”

Qianxue Musu was already crying and crying, and her appearance at this time was difficult to make people look like this was a woman with a resolute personality and a peerless appearance.

Ye Eleven was originally standing quietly on the black coffin, and in an instant, his body appeared in front of Qianxue Musu, he stared at Qianxue Musu's crying and crying, distressed, and said softly: "Don't cry, leave the rest to me."

He turned to look at the old ghost who had escaped, strutted his head, and said in a cold tone: "No matter who comes today, you will not be able to escape death!"

The old ghost who escaped from ambush shook his eyelids, dragged Sanshenghua with his left hand, and sneered: "Hehehe, the past follows the wind, and this seat is also a subordinate who takes it and puts it down."

Night Eleven said coldly: "What a good one to pick up and put down!" But I'm not! ”

The old ghost who escaped said in a deep voice: "Do you really think you are the opponent of this seat!"

"Is it an opponent, has done a game!" Night Eleven said coldly.

"Sword!" Immediately, he stretched out his right hand and said, "Where is it!"

The bronze ancient sword on the ground in the distance seemed to be taken aback, the sword body buzzed, hung in the air, turned into blue light and flew with a whoosh, and finally obediently stuck to the palm of Ye Eleven.