Chapter 154

maze

The punch went straight into the wall, barely elbowing! Balio's magic pattern once again played a metamorphosis, and the power coming from it was so powerful that it was almost impossible to believe that it was the power of his own fist.

However, although very powerful, Morey did not see the results he wanted to see this time.

"Strange, that's certainly not an illusion!, is it what it takes?" said Morey, with a strange look on his face.

The left hand was still the same as usual, with a magic carving on each of the three fingers, and the back of the hand was a pseudo-magic pattern spread by the fire bomb technique. Since the cowhide gloves had been destroyed before, a faintly churning black gas could be seen enveloping the palms of the hands.

However, the light here is too dark to be seen clearly without looking closely.

Black qi is formless and substantial, it can only be seen with the naked eye, but its existence cannot be felt with spiritual power.

This thing, without a doubt, is from Belio.

The pseudo-demonic pattern is an ability from Hell, and Balio is a demon himself, and they must have something in common. But the situation in front of him was beyond Morey's comprehension.

It came out a little bit, and my hand was mutated?

What are you kidding, who can bear this TM.

Demon power, what kind of power is it, it can actually enter other magic patterns! You must know that even if human beings are brothers, it is impossible for them to exchange magic power with each other, but this black qi has done it.

The more I think about it, the more puzzling it becomes!

I can't let go of it, and I want to try it. However, Morey was immediately frustrated to find that even if he deliberately hit the wall with his left hand, it did not happen again.

The light of the pseudo-demon pattern and the black qi are distinct, and the well water does not interfere with the river water, and it does not look like there is any intersection at all.

After a moment of silence, Morey's eyes suddenly flashed, and he thought of a possibility.

"Could it be that it's actually a kind of"

But at this moment, the movement around him interrupted his thinking.

Feiling has changed.

An illusory feather suddenly appeared from nothingness, merging into the feather on the flying feather at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, and then the parchment faintly lit up with a white light, revealing a line of words.

Morellho looked over with some surprise.

Although I have one, this is the first time I have seen this form of transmitting information.

'Found the orcs, come to me. ’

Morey put Fei Ling away in surprise, glanced at the outside of the cave, and couldn't help but say. "He's pretty efficient!"

It's only been less than twenty minutes.

With the feathers of an immortal bird, injuries are not a problem, and it is enough for the engraver to recover his mental power. Morey cocked his bow and arrow, and felt his situation for a moment.

The sea of spirit was boiling slightly, which was a sign that the spiritual power was about to break through.

Spiritual recovery cultivation is originally an extremely efficient method, and unlike the general method of slowly accumulating, the spiritual recovery method is to stimulate the improvement of mental power, and then slowly adapt. The weight of the mental power obtained in this way is not heavy on quality, and if you manipulate magic, it will definitely be a mess, but for magic carving that requires a lot of mental power, it is very suitable.

From a magic carving apprentice to a formal magic carver, and then to the current second-order spiritual power, Morey has improved his spiritual power while stabilizing, and it didn't take a few months in total. When he was not idle, he used the vortex technique to rub and recover the magic core, which was almost a habit, but since the second order, this efficiency was obviously not as amazing as before.

Gradually, Morey discovered that there was a problem with this method, that is, the effect was proportional to the mass of the core. However, the only ones that can be used in large quantities are low-level magic cores. With low-quality magic core rubbing, the product must also be a low-grade product, and for the current self, the effect of stimulating mental power is obviously not enough.

A scoop of water may be quite a lot relative to the bowl, but it may not be ignored compared to the jar. But if you want to fill the pond, you're afraid it's going to take a lot of work.

After a while, its effect will gradually and even be less than that of meditation, and then it will have to be cultivated honestly. While the high-level cores were definitely good, Morey didn't think he could squander those things like that.

In fact, as early as Cold Moon City, the spiritual power was already on the verge of breaking through, but it was obviously not a good time, and Morey didn't have time to prepare at all.

"If I reach the third order, I will be able to fully exert the power of the lightning staff, I wonder if at that time, the power grid will be able to stop the silver-horned rat?" Morey was a little moved, but after a little consideration, he still suppressed the idea for the time being.

Now is clearly not a good time to break through.

The further the breakthrough of mental power goes, the more afraid of disturbing me, and I often have to prepare for a few days to calm down the mental fluctuations. When the first order broke through to the second order, it was completely confused, but this time Morey would not be careless.

Once the mental power advancement fails, it is a trivial matter for the mental power to be damaged and dropped, in case of any mental trauma.

Let's find a way to get out of here first.

"The steps to use the Finder Bow are," Morey said, holding the bow, closing his eyes and pulling it away a little harder. "Imagine what it looks like in your head, then call out your name"

When you don't know how to use the bow, you can't see the clue at all when you grasp it in your hand, and it's just an ordinary short bow. But now that it was actually used, the wooden bow carved with elves, it gave Morey a strange feeling—as if something was flowing in the bow.

While I'm a little curious about this feeling, it's clearly not the time to research. Morey shouted softly as he simulated a human appearance in his mind. "Green?"

The short arrow is gone!

I saw that the arrow magically turned a corner, avoided the rock that was about to be shot, and flew straight in one direction! The filament was connected to the bow, and it fell to the ground to indicate a way, but it was the first time Morey used this thing, and he was not mentally prepared, and was almost dragged down by the force on the bow.

The elasticity of the filament is excellent, like a malleable rubber band!

It was already very slender, and when it was ejaculated, it was almost translucent, like a hair of hair, but it was quite strong. Morey followed the line all the way, and the line slowly contracted on its own, and when it came to the arrow, the filament shrank to the length it had been at the beginning.

Following the wooden arrow out of the cave, Morey was shocked to understand why Green called this place 'Honeycomb'!

It's a labyrinth!

Densely packed with countless potholes, I don't know how many similar places are connected. Such a complex and cumbersome terrain is like an underground labyrinth that has been scraped by gophers, let alone recognizing a road, even if you just walk past, you may not be able to find the way back when you turn around!

Following the bow and arrows, Morey tried to memorize the route at first, but soon gave up this feeble attempt and concentrated on following the arrow up and down.

There are too many forks in this ghost place! If you can't tell the route, let alone be trapped for a while, it's not impossible to be trapped here for a lifetime! And if you follow Green's description, there will be a strange wind that adds to the chaos, and you can imagine that if you are blown away for a distance in this kind of top-level maze, I am afraid that the sense of direction that has been formed with great difficulty will be lost in an instant.

Thankfully, there is still this bow and arrow to count on.

"Hey, the distance I fly seems to have something to do with how hard I draw my bow. ”

Morey jumped out of a hole and into a hidden passage, having drawn his bow seven or eight times before, and it was reassuring to feel that the arrow was indeed headed for a target.

"If I draw my bow with a pseudo-demonic pattern, will I fly farther?" Morey suddenly thought, and the red light in his eyes lit up slightly.

Pulling the bow again and again is also a little annoying, so it's better to save some effort.

The power of the pseudo-magic pattern is no joke.

Originally, with all his strength, he could only pull away a little, but under the effect of the pseudo-magic pattern, this pull was directly pulled away by a small half! As soon as Morey let go, the wooden arrow made a piercing sound of breaking the air, and flew away rapidly into the distance!

But just as Morey wanted to follow the arrow, he suddenly heard a desolate scream from far away. "Ahh

"Oh my ass!!"