A dazzling light erupted, and a boulder emerged from the magic circle in front of Cakindor's hand, revealing what looked like a stone drill with a diameter of one meter.

Faced with this situation, Night Eleven's eyes were still closed, which made Cakindo feel that the mortal was contemptuous of him, and couldn't help but shout: "Boulder Assault!"

As his voice increased, the boulder of Stonehenge burst out, and the ten-meter-long boulder flew towards Night Eleven!

Some of the little guys of the elven clan jumped up and down excitedly when they saw such powerful magic, shouting that it was so powerful.

The corners of Ye Eleven's mouth smiled slightly, although he hadn't opened his eyes to see, but there was Linglong.

The sharp boulder drill bit broke through the air and slammed straight into Night Eleven with the sound of the howling wind.

Boom!

Where Night Eleven was located, there was rubble and dust billowing.

The elves began to talk.

"Dead?"

"The boulder smashed on the trunk of the tree, so loudly."

"It's not going to be a meatloaf."

"What a liar!"

The elves talked a lot, and none of the elves thought that Night Eleven would end well.

Cakindo activated his new touch magic at this time, and the golden light magic array was outlined and condensed under his feet.

However, something unexpected happened, and the elven girl Tataya rushed towards the place where Night Eleven was.

While maintaining his magic calligraphy, Cakindo shouted, "Tataya! Come back! That's a liar! ”

Tataya didn't ask, and shouted, "Night Eleven! Night Eleven, are you okay! ”

The surrounding elf elders were speechless, mortals were hit by a boulder of ten meters, could it be okay?

However, they knew that this elf girl Tataya was a simple-hearted elf, and no one laughed at her.

Tataya came to the depths of the smoke and dust, and saw Night Eleven, who was sitting quietly, smiling at himself, and Tataya's hanging heart could be regarded as letting go.

Cakindo watched Tataya walk towards Yeeleven, and couldn't help but feel a wave of anger in his heart, Tataya was using magic to heal Yeeleven with healing magic.

Cakindo shouted, "You liar! You're not a brave man at all! ”

The old village chief in the distance looked at Cajindo and wanted to laugh in his heart, and said helplessly: "This rabbit cub, if you don't give you some color, you don't understand the choice of the god of the earth."

Sure enough, Night Eleven stared at Cakindo, his eyes were cold, and he shook Kajindo with one hand.

Night Eleven's movements were unremarkable, and even made people feel like middle two, but Kajin Duo didn't think so, the golden magic array on the bottom of his feet was cracking, and with a bang, the magic circle shattered, turning into golden light and dissipating.

Night Eleven said coldly: "Do it with me, you are still far away!"

As Night Eleven finished speaking, his body went limp, and Tataya was stunned, only to feel that it was more difficult to support Night Eleven.

Kakindo's face turned pale, his lips trembled, and a mortal actually crushed his magic circle in the air.

Able to break through the blockade of magical space-time and interrupt his spellcasting! Is this still human?

Not far away, the old village chief nodded, and said to himself: "The brave man is indeed worthy of being the chosen one."

The sky-high hair dangled again, and he entered the house, not paying attention to the excitement in the field.

Night Eleven felt very bad, dizzy, and his mental value almost became negative. Just now, he used the number to directly break Kakindo's magic array through the air medium, which seems to be very cool and forced, but only he knows how difficult it is.

Just reading countless air information is extremely laborious, not to mention breaking the spell casting protection mechanism, if it weren't for Linglong to assist him, I'm afraid he would have really become a second-year youth in other people's mouths now.

At the same time, Night Eleven is also happy, and finally can change things through the air medium, compared to the means of taking things in the air in martial arts, it is really laborious and extremely inconvenient.

At the request of Night Eleven, Linglong also looked for the skill that Night Eleven wanted, otherwise it would not work with the regular skill of Flame Shura Palm in the next mission.

Night Eleven walked quietly past Cakindo and left with Tataya.

Cakindo stayed where he was, now shaking a little all over, and only the elves themselves knew how strong that space-time protection was when casting spells, which could be called invincible.

It is precisely this kind of protection that allows the elves who survive by magic to have a strong capital, otherwise the casting of spells will be easily interrupted, and they can only be slaughtered.

Night Eleven and Tataya had disappeared from the sight of the elves.

Cakindo slowly turned around, walked to the Tree of Wisdom, and said to himself, "Great God of the Earth, am I stupid? Questioning your choice. ”

The Tree of Wisdom was like a living thing, and from its trunk came a stream of light like water, and this light surrounded Cakindor, as if it were a baptism.

As the light dissipated, Cakindo's mouth actually shrank.

Many elves gathered around and asked what had happened to Cakindor.

Cakindo looked above his head in confusion, he could see the endless trunks of the trees, he could see the leaves like the sea, but he couldn't see the top.

Cakindo muttered to himself, "Do you really still live at the top, God of the Earth?"

The stars are moving, time passes little by little, Night Eleven doesn't know how long he has been here, and he has read all the books here.

He sat under the Tree of Wisdom as usual, and suddenly a small tree in front of him bloomed with a white flower, the petals as clean as jade. The tea tree he planted actually bloomed, and Ye Eleven was very surprised.

However, when it admired the white camellia, although a little red splattered, a blood flower bloomed on the white petals.

Night Eleven's heart trembled, he suddenly raised his head, looking at the top of his head, either the branches that were as messy as a net, or the leaves that covered the sky and the sun, and he couldn't see anything unusual.

Night Eleven reached out and touched the blood stain, and a stream of information was read by him, but the source and information were all question marks!

Nima, is there a bug again?

Night Eleven stood up, and if he wanted to know the source of the blood, he had to go up and take a look!

A storm swept around him, and the entire elven village was whining, and the old village chief hurriedly rushed out of the house.

He saw that Night Eleven was carrying ink feathers on his back, and the wind and thunder appeared behind him, like a god and demon.

Not only Takla, but even the other elves came out of the house, looking at Night Eleven in horror.

Is that still human? Caquindo asked himself again.

Mo Yu was shrouded in wind and thunder, and the entire Wisdom Tree descended endless clear light, and Ye Eleven felt that he was suppressed by an invisible force, and he couldn't break through even if he increased his strength.

He had no choice but to collect the ink feathers, and those terrifying wind and thunder dissipated, and the clear light in the sky also disappeared.

Night Eleven looked at the old village chief Takla and said, "Village Chief Takla, I want to ask you something."

Takla seemed to anticipate this moment, and he flew calmly in front of Night Eleven. After he looked down and saw the white camellia with blood flowers, his face finally changed.

The sky-high hair stopped shaking, the ribbon that bound the hair broke with a bang, and the silver hair was flying, like a crazy old man.

Tataya and Cakindo also came here, and the other young elves were very surprised to see the old village chief's hair flying for the first time, but when they looked at the night eleven again, their eyes had already added a trace of respect, and the previous ink feather wind and thunder made him like a god and demon, and he was not an ordinary person.

Some of the older elves were stunned when they saw the old village chief's long hair flying. A middle-aged elf clan with a tall posture shouted: "The elves in the village who can fight are ready for a big battle!"