The light curtain formed by the nine feathers gradually disintegrated like a collapsed domino.

"Sure enough, it's not that simple, I don't know what task has appeared!" Yuan Eleven thought about it, and at the same time, Night Eleven turned his head to look at himself and waved his hand to beckon Asa Xue Mu Su to come over.

After the previous Nine Feathers Domain was shattered, Qianxue Musu was counterattacked by a force. Immediately, he felt that the true element in his body was chaotic, his blood and qi were rolling, and he was powerless to move his steps. Then the Nine Feathers Feather Bracelet lit up, and Qianxue Mu Su felt a warm current circulating in her body, repairing her internal injuries.

She clutched her stabbing chest, steadied herself, and rushed to Night Eleven's side. At the same time, his eyes scanned dozens of huge black objects in the air. She was secretly frightened, she used a lot of power to condense the light curtain, and she was disintegrated by someone with a soft shout!

Ye Eleven took the bronze ancient sword, he met the gaze of Qianxue Musu, and smiled slightly: "It's okay, I'm here."

Seeing that Ye Eleven was so plain, the uneasiness in her heart calmed down, as if as long as this person was there, it would not be terrible if the sky fell.

"Hehe, Your Excellency first took action to arrest your friend. And now the person who hurt me again," Night Eleven's tone gradually became cold, "Until now, don't you want to show up!" ”

The tone of the word was cold and solemn, and at the same time, a chill broke through the air from the ground, and the strong aura washed away the covering on the huge black objects in the air, which also made them finally show their true colors.

"Shhh

"It's dozens of huge coffins!"

"What's in here?"

"It can't be a corpse!"

A few disciples in the distance, you and I speculated, and several female disciples were already hugging each other.

"I didn't expect the Thirty-Six Earth Demons to still exist." Shallow Zhengkan looked at the coffins and muttered to himself.

After Ye Eleven took out a handful of pills and stuffed them into his mouth, a fiery red mist began to rise all over his body, and even the light snow Mu Su on the side was startled.

At this time, the night eleven was full of blood and vitality, like a red-hot iron man. He was covered in a scorching heat, but his clothes were unaffected.

These clothes were obviously changed by Night Eleven, otherwise they would have been torn by the vigorous breath.

The coffin in the air was up and down, and a faint voice came: "Interesting, not only did they underestimate you, but even I had to admit that you were hiding very deeply."

Ye Eleven smiled: "You are not bad at hiding, and I can't find your place."

The voice was silent, and except for the thirty-six coffins in the air, the previous sound source seemed to have never existed, and there was no trace of it.

Yuan Eleven really wanted to take out the big scroll to find the location of the sound source, but at this time, the scroll did not react, let alone take it out, this thing could not be deducted on the interface in front of him!

"Hey." Night Eleven had to sigh.

Qianxue Musu said: "What's wrong?"

Ye Eleven thought about it, looked embarrassed, and sighed again: "I don't really want this."

Qianxue Musu looked puzzled, and then there was a bang, and a coffin in the air suddenly exploded, and suddenly the sky was full of light and phosphorus fire, causing other coffins to shine out with black shadows.

Everyone was terrified, and those huge black coffins were getting darker and darker for some reason, as if they were wrapped in the night curtain that had been torn off, and the blackness made people's hearts palpitate.

Then a harsh aura coalesced after the bright phosphorus fire dimmed, and they coalesced into a pitch-black human bone, like an adult's leg bone.

By the time anyone notices it, it's already shooting at Night Eleven!

Poop!

Nine feathers stretched out a curtain of light, blocking the human bones in the air.

"I didn't expect to see the treasure feather of the Nine Feathers Peacock King today, it is really extraordinary, and it is a little difficult for a cultivator in the Jindan stage to break through it."

Night Eleven glanced at the coffin in the air, and didn't care about the human bone pierced in the light curtain, he didn't expect that a human bone actually appeared after he secretly attacked a coffin.

Ye Eleven said: "I didn't expect Your Excellency and the Nine Feathers Peacock King to be old acquaintances, and now they should be extremely old."

The voice sounded: "I didn't expect the junior to be so rude now."

Ye Eleven took out the bronze sword and picked his nails, and said to himself: "I understand, the seniors don't want to see me because they think my junior is not polite enough." If that's the case, I'll destroy this Ghost Xuanzong, and I don't know if this gift is qualified for the seniors to come out and see it. ”

"Good, good! In the past three hundred years, I didn't expect that this seat could meet such an arrogant and arrogant young man for the second time, and this seat will come out to meet you and see how you destroy this ghost Xuanzong! With that, the coffins in the air shook in unison, and strange forces came out of those coffins, and the thirty-five pitch-black giant coffins exuded a hazy light, like bright gray bricks.

After a while, a picture scroll suddenly condensed in the air, and a hideous ghost appeared on the painting, and a cold aura came to the face!

"It's actually a ghost painting?" Night Eleven felt a little surprised, and then smiled, "Could it be that you can only exist in the portrait of a dead man?" ”

There was a squeaky sound like broken dead leaves in the painting scroll: "Hehehe, the kid has some eyesight, and he actually knows that this seat is in the picture scroll."

Ye Eleven said: "This person is a little confused when he is old, do you still need to say such an obvious thing, do you want to praise my good eyesight, or do you want to express that you are unfathomable?"

"Interesting, I didn't expect your junior to think that this seat is pretending to be a ghost." The scroll rattled like someone was going to tear the canvas out of it.

"Can't let him out!" Night Eleven immediately made a decision, holding the bronze ancient sword in his hand, slashing a sword light towards the picture scroll in the air, and the scarlet sword light was extremely strange in the setting sun.

"If I want to come out, you hairy boy can't stop it." A withered hand sticks out of the painting, more appropriately than a hand, an ugly root that has punctured the canvas.

Bite!

The scarlet sword light slashed at the steel, making a metallic sound.

Night Eleven reminded: "Be careful, this guy may not be weaker than the Fusion Realm."

Ye Eleven's blow was the sword light released by the bronze ancient sword after absorbing the flesh and blood essence of several Jindan Stage sixth-order cultivators, even if it was a master of the Jindan Stage Consummation, it was impossible to take it lightly, but even so, it couldn't help that ordinary root-like hand.

In the distance, Qian Zhengkan looked at the painting in a daze, and his eyes showed an extremely complicated look.

The space in which the canvas was located continued to be torn apart, and a complete figure appeared in the air. It was a wizened old man, with a rickety body, like an old ghost crawling out of hell.

His face, people can't see his demeanor, can only know his emotions from his tone, the old ghost in the painting said: "Boy, now that you have seen people, is it time to talk about the next thing."

Night Eleven said, "What's the matter?"

In the painting, the old ghost said coldly: "Of course you are going to die."

The old ghost in the painting has a natural tone, which makes Night Eleven very uncomfortable, this old ghost can pretend better than himself!

Ye Eleven sneered: "If a random demon or monster in a painting dares to speak to me like this, then wouldn't I be very shameless?"

"Young people, life is more important than face. Besides, this is not a casual painting, and I'm not a demon. "In the painting, the old ghost laughs hoarsely, as if he is in a good mood.

A pair of black pearl-like eyes in his sunken eye sockets turned upward, he looked at the shallow ridge of the mountain in the distance, his eyes were surprised, and then he said lightly: "You were the one who escaped back then, then you should know who I am."

Qian Zhengkan came back to his senses from his memories, looked at the old ghost with dry bones, and said in a deep voice: "How don't you know! You're an old ghost running away! ”

Ye Eleven frowned, the big scroll of Wuji in his hand flashed with golden light, and there was an extra task in the interface, he didn't expect that there was such a strange mission name - ghost painting to escape from ambush.