Chapter 111 The Master Is the Teacher

? The barren land, the almost dark sky, the faint smell of sulphur, the smell of blood, and the foul air with traces of toxins, there are a wide variety of demons wandering in it, and the number is almost endless.

"Welcome to the abyss training ground!" A teleportation formation was formed on a hill with few demons. When the teleportation aura dissipated, a silver-haired elf wearing rattan armor and a long bow and a black-haired and golden-eyed Zhengtai Show up.

"Ow!" "Roar!"... Seeing the appearance of the two lawful camp creatures, the surrounding demons quickly surrounded them like sharks smelling blood.

At the same time, many demons' spell-like abilities were activated, fireballs, acid, wind blades, ice thorns, and a bunch of messes smashed towards Morea and Hesel, but the unorganized and disorderly attacks made many spells in the air. They cancel each other out.

"Trash." Morea glanced indifferently at the demons that rushed up in a mess. Eighteen flame shields burning with golden dragon flames condensed and formed, wandering around with Morea as the center, blocking all spells. attack.

"Boom!" Morea stretched out his hand, and a thick golden thunder shot out from his fingertips, slamming into the swarm of demons that rushed to the front and messed up one of them.

The stump and the broken arm splashed, and a scorched blood filled the air, and a bloody road paved with demon corpses appeared. There are other demons to fill the void.

The large-scale death of their companions did not make the demons feel the slightest fear. Inspired by the bloody smell, and encouraged by the amazing number of demons around them, their desire to kill became stronger.

"Boring! There are no soul-level demons." Seeing all the low-level demons, and even the middle-level demons with only a few heads, Moreya stretched out his hand with little interest, and the violent hurricane took shape, with countless wind blades, descended on the devil's head.

The sound of musculoskeletal being torn, the sound of blood spraying, and the miserable screams of the demons sounded together... In the blink of an eye, on the top of the mountain where Morea was, no more demons survived, only stump limbs and broken arms. The filthy black demon blood flowing everywhere.

Morea's bloodline can strengthen the spells of wind, fire and thunder. However, the damage caused by the strengthened spells to Titans and blazing gods is not as good as his fists, so in the usual battle practice, Morea Rarely fight with spells.

However, in the abyss training ground, using spells to deal with low-level demons is surprisingly easy to use, and the effect is not generally good. Demons' magic resistance can't allow them to survive Moria's spell attack.

"Deep... the door of the abyss!" The elf girl who was sent along with Morea was immediately stunned by this scene.

All they saw were wandering demons. Even if Morea had killed all the nearby demons, there were still demons coming towards them from a distance, and the skeletons everywhere did not cause them any fear.

Of course, this is nothing. What really frightened the elf girl Hesel was the gate standing in the middle of this vast floating land, an abyss gate built from corpses and burning with raging demon flames. At this time, this The portals are constantly spewing out all kinds of strange demons with different strengths.

It is the existence of this portal that keeps the number of demons in the abyss training ground at an extremely astonishing level. No matter how much Morea or the other Titans kill, the same number or even more demons will soon be added.

"Are you afraid?" Morea looked at the elf girl whose body was trembling slightly in surprise, and suddenly realized that the elves are different from the Titans and the dragons. The elves, except for the dark skin of the Underdark, the rest of the elves are hobbies. Peaceful, creatures who do not like to kill.

"I didn't." Hearing Morea's doubts, the elf girl who had never seen such a bloody scene in her life took off the longbow on her back, held it tightly, and stubbornly denied it.

"Then can you still pull the bowstring?" Seeing the elf girl who looked like this, Morea frowned, "If you can't, I'll take you back."

"I can." Hearing Murray's words, Hesel looked at the demon who was roaring towards her from a distance, trying to devour her alive, and tremblingly raised the wooden bow in his hand with a spiritual pattern that seemed to form naturally. Resisting the fear in his heart, he slowly pulled the bowstring.

"Interesting!" Morea narrowed her eyes. The elf in front of her was probably the same as the angel in Yunzhong City. She had never experienced a battle. It was the first time I saw such a scene, so I was so scared that my body was shaking. .

But even though his body was trembling, there was a look of fear that could not be concealed on his face. When the underage silver-haired elf pulled the bowstring, her arms stopped shaking and pulled the bowstring.

A moon-white energy arrow slowly formed in the bowstring she pulled, and gradually solidified. One after another, fine and splendid spiritual patterns appeared on this moon-white arrow, and then, it emitted a wave that made Moreya feel Such as the breath of mang in the back.

Then, in the stunned eyes of Morea, five complicated and mysterious rings with inexplicable rules appeared at the feet of this petite Silver Moon Elf, slowly spinning.

"Boom!" Under the incomprehensible gaze of Morea, a faint moon-white energy spread from the elf, spreading to the far-flung distance, sweeping over all the demons that could be seen in the line of sight.

"Detection?" Morea recalled the light wave that had just swept across his body, but did not cause any damage to him, and asked the silver-haired elf with some uncertainty.

But at this time, the elf girl seemed to be in a very strange state, and she ignored him at all, and Morea found that at this time, the elf girl not only stopped shaking her hands, but also her body was not shaking, and the look of fear on her face also changed. disappear completely.

"What is this going to do!" Morea felt that the power fluctuation of the moon-white arrow in the elf girl's hand became more and more terrifying, and she took a few steps back quietly, and she also quietly condensed several layers of shields on her body. .

It’s good to say that this arrow is still shot, the damage caused can definitely kill a large number of demons, but if the elf girl was stimulated by his words, so she condensed such a long arrow... If it is not well controlled, in It exploded before shooting, and Morea felt that he had to go to the Pool of Life for a day today.

Seeing Morea's distrustful little action, the elf girl snorted lightly, and immediately raised her arm, the silver moon arrow in her hand was aimed at the demon group, not the mountains and plains, but the empty sky.

Seeing the elf's movements, Morea's eyes flickered, suppressing her strong curiosity, and did not ask any questions.

"Hey!" The elf girl loosened the bowstring in her hand, and the arrow emitting a dazzling silver light flew into the sky, like a silver moon rising into the sky, the terrifying power fluctuation attracted the attention of many demons, making They stopped unknowingly.

"Om!" Morea looked up at the sky. After that round of silver moon rose to a certain height, it exploded and turned into strands of silver threads. Afterwards, these silver threads were intertwined and constructed.

In just a short moment, a huge circle with a radius of nearly one kilometer slowly rotated in the dark sky, emitting a faint white light, casting a hazy moonlight on this land full of bloody death, looking extremely peaceful.

"Just kidding!" Morea looked at the slowly rotating moon-white magic circle in mid-air, her face slightly dull, "What kind of archery is this?"

Just as Morea sighed, the group of demons shrouded in the faint moonlight went crazy. The seemingly peaceful moonlight contained an icy and biting murderous intent. Although most demons had poor brains, they had an instinctive perception of danger. There are still some.

But just as the demon roared and roared in a mess, trying to escape from the shrouded area of ​​the magic circle, the magic circle in mid-air was activated, and the translucent arrows fell like a torrential rain.

When the translucent moon-white energy arrows shot out of the magic circle, the amazing speed made the energy arrows only leave a silver line in Moria's eyes. For a while, in Moria's eyes, they were full of strokes. The colorful and splendid silver lines across the sky.

In Moria's line of sight and spiritual perception, except for the top of the mountain where Moria and the elf girl stood, the rest of the place was shrouded in this beautiful and poetic arrow rain.

But with this colorful and splendid rain of arrows, there was a sound of dense flesh being penetrated by sharp weapons, as well as the screams of demons, but these sounds basically disappeared halfway through the shouting. Because they lost their lives, and the key points have been penetrated.

Morea looked surprised. In the sky, the falling arrows seemed to be chaotic, but each one had a target and was not fired randomly. Morea saw that many demons were killed by piercing their heads, and some special ones had their hearts pierced.

Cowardly Demon, Abyss Demon Addiction, Abyss Demon, Quasai Demon, Demon Hunting Spider, Demon Hunting Spider... All the demons are pierced to death, one is like this, two is like this... Ten is like this... Hundreds are like this , within the range of Moria's spiritual perception, all dead demons are like this.

The arrow is not empty!

"Is this the most powerful archery that the elves claim to be." Morea looked at the arrow rain in front of her with a look of amazement, listening to the screams of despair and wailing from the demons one after another.

"How is it?" The pale-faced elf looked at Morea proudly, his eyes full of pride.

"It's a beautiful rain!" Morea looked up at the magic circle above her head with a look of admiration, and then looked around the corpses and the blood flowing in the river, "It's a wonderful scene, every time I see this kind of scene, I It's all joy from the heart."

"Beautiful!" The elf girl only noticed the first half of Morea's words, and this evaluation made her face show a trace of anger.

But just as she was about to get angry, she saw Morea turned around and looked at her with a pair of dazzling golden pupils. Then, the black-haired and golden-eyed Zhengtai bowed respectfully:

"teacher!"