Zhang Wenfeng held on all the way, seeing that Ye Ling was very distressed, and secretly admired his youthful spirit.

"There is a tranquilizing pill here, you swallow it, lest there will be a fight, your mind will be unsettled, and I am afraid that you will hurt your meridians. ”

Zhang Wenfeng held the elixir in his hand, hesitated for a while, and handed it back to Ye Ling.

"Sect Master Xie is kind, and the disciple can still hold on. ”

He himself knew that in the current situation, he relied on his enthusiasm to support his spirit.

If you swallow the Tranquility Pill, although the body will feel better, but mentally, it will definitely not be able to support it.

Ye Ling looked at Zhang Wenfeng with complicated eyes, and did not force it, but silently accepted the pill.

At this moment, Garcia, who was beside her, suddenly turned sharply and faced the direction behind them.

It's called "Dead Leaf Valley", and the ground is indeed covered with thick fallen leaves.

In the pile of fallen leaves behind him, there was a "rustling" sound.

A slender weasel, emerging from a dead leaf.

Two dark spirits' eyes stared at the three of them......

"Shhhh

Suddenly, the horses panicked and neighed, and they fled by themselves!

The two strong horses fled back to the way they came, while the ordinary Central Plains horse panicked and plunged headlong into the deeper part of the Dead Leaf Valley.

There are so many folk legends about weasels.

Even with some people in the northern region, they are worshiped as "great immortals".

But Ye Ling still knows a little about them.

They are called Daisen because of their special hunting methods:

Dance.

In front of their prey, such as rabbits and birds, they will keep jumping, at first it is relatively normal, but slowly, like crazy demons.

At this time, their prey will focus on this dance and gradually lose their sense of defense......

Whenever this happens, the weasel will suddenly launch a sneak attack and capture its prey with one blow.

So some people think that the weasel must have mastered some kind of spell, which can bewitch people when dancing.

Actually, their real weapon is their urine.

Weasel urine has a strong psychedelic toxin.

When they dance in front of their prey, the smell of urine will be emitted, gradually affecting the prey in front of them.

Once the time is ripe, when the weasel launches a sneak attack, those prey are actually defenseless.

This truth is not only understood by Ye Ling, but also by many alchemists.

Because the weasel's urine is a common material for refining illusion pills.

The horse's escape made Ye Ling realize that this was not an ordinary weasel.

He noticed that the weasel's face had a white vertical line.

The lines from the face, one eye to its lower abdomen, look like some primitive tribal totem, very strange.

In my ears, there was a faint sound of swords.

It's Zhang Wenfeng.

He was quietly drawing his sword.

A moment later, his sword came out of its sheath, and a cold light flew away in an instant.

The weasel sensed danger and tried to turn and flee.

But in the end, it is still the sword that is one step faster.

"Squeak-" After a short scream, the weasel fell to the ground.

The stench of blood spread in an instant.

"What is this?" Ye Ling asked.

"Do you see that this is not an ordinary weasel?" Zhang Wenfeng squeezed out a smile and said, "This is the Yellow Wind Demon." ”

Yellow Wind Demon?

It's very domineering to hear the name.

"The last time I encountered this kind of thing was when I was five years old, my enlightenment teacher took me here to practice swords. Zhang Wenfeng said.

The horses of the three had fled, and the road ahead was able to advance on foot.

I don't know if it's my own illusion, Ye Ling only felt that after the toss just now, it seemed that the sky in the Valley of Dead Leaves had become much darker.

It was as if hours had passed in an instant.

Moving his steps, Ye Ling subconsciously glanced at the corpse of the so-called "Yellow Wind Demon".

A shocking scene appeared.

The body of the Yellow Wind Demon was already crawling with insects and flies, and maggots as white as the size of rice grains were turning between its flesh and skin.

Apparently, it has been dead for a long time.

In a trance, the sky really darkened.

"We're out at noon, right? Ye Ling asked as if asking.

Garcia nodded at him.

Ye Ling breathed a long sigh of relief, "Then we will still be hit." ”

"Blame me for being impulsive, I shouldn't have decapitated that thing. Zhang Wenfeng said.

"That's not necessarily, if it dares to appear in front of us, it must have a purpose. ”

The exchange between the three of them sounds a little intriguing at first glance.

It's actually quite simple, they are all aware of a problem.

When he killed the Yellow Wind Demon, its blood and qi spread instantly.

And the toxins hidden in the blood qi were also inhaled by the three of them defenselessly.

Before they knew it, the three of them froze and fell unconscious for nearly three hours.

In their subjective consciousness, the period of coma was just a white horse passing by, and it passed in a flash.

Although the three of them are all martial artists, especially Ye Ling and Garcia, they are no longer ordinary people's bloodline.

However, they are defenseless against all threats.

Especially this hidden toxin.

Vigilance must be heightened.

It was already dark, and for the sake of a small yellow wind demon, the three of them delayed for a few hours in vain.

"It's all about working the internal energy, this toxin is specialized in the divine sense, and remember not to focus your attention on one point. Ye Ling reminded.

The road ahead can only be carried by taking advantage of the darkness of the night.

"Wen Feng, why is this thing called the Yellow Wind Demon?"

Ye Ling took the initiative to talk to others, so that everyone's minds could be used as much as possible.

"This ...... I've just heard my fathers tell me about the legends of the Valley of Dead Leaves, and as for how many of them are true and how many are false, my disciples can't judge. ”

"It doesn't matter, it's true or not, let's just talk about it. ”

Ye Ling held the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand, his divine sense was highly active, but in his tone, he pretended to be relaxed.

Since this is the case, the disciple said. Zhang Wenfeng looked around and said, "This has to start with the origin of the Dead Leaf Valley——"

Legend has it that 10,000 years ago, 40,000 soldiers raised an army to encircle and suppress the Valley of Dead Leaves.

At that time, the name of this place was not called the Valley of Dead Leaves, but the Valley of the Yellow Wind.

A tribe led by the great demon "Dreadbones" and skilled in harnessing the winds is entrenched in the Valley of the Yellow Wind.

Don't look at this Yellow Wind Valley, it's not big, but the demons who live in it don't stop at all.

The land within a radius of thousands of miles is the scope of their wreaking havoc.

The people in this area had to flee their homes and wander outside.

But this group of demons has become more and more intense, and they have also begun to wreak havoc in a wider area.

Finally, they were in danger of reaching a country called "Jing" at that time.

Jing sent an army of 40,000 heavily armored to break through the fierce winds and kill in the Yellow Wind Valley.

The streak of victories along the way made this group of sergeants think that the final decisive battle would also be won as a matter of course.

But they didn't expect it to be such a scary place......