Elf Archer of Life in Another World

As soon as this idea came to mind every year, a huge wave suddenly rose up from the tide of insect eggs. Two burly monks stood back to back and clapped their hands outward at the same time, clearing an open space around them.

The two moved quickly, and the wind from their palms swept away one after another. More and more insect eggs were blown away, and more and more survivors gathered around them.

The fundamental reason why there is strength in numbers is that when there are more people, they become bolder and can do things without thinking.

The ordinary disciples also began to cooperate with the actions of the two senior brothers. They swung the sticks in their hands like sweeping the floor, stepped on the knives with their feet, and started killing. They looked at the still endless insect eggs with a little fear and peace of mind.

He lowered his head and moved beside these ten brothers.

As soon as the figure flashed, the old monk stood in front of these disciples. His broad robes rose like a blast. With a gentle drink, the insect eggs within a radius of five to six meters were blown away.

Watching it happily every year, he followed the insect eggs falling along the parabola, his face changed, he squinted for a while, flew to the top of the old monk's head, and shouted: "Stop quickly, this thing can't be killed!"

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Two gusts of palm wind hit her head, and the old monk glared, flicked his fingers, and a blooming flower danced out of the shadow of his fingers.

Nian Nian screamed angrily, quickly rose up and flew away, shouting at the top of his lungs: "A bunch of idiots!"

The eggs that were blown away shattered when they hit the ground, and the splashing blood was like a drop of water falling into a boiling oil pan. The flood of insect eggs immediately exploded, silently, quietly, and twisted.

Moving, twitching, biting, and devouring, the pair of sesame-like black eyes were aimed at every living creature nearby.

For example, those monks who are still struggling and screaming in the insect swarm.

The scream turned into a scream. The person who spoke first slapped his whole body indiscriminately and tore the fabrics on his body frantically, but could not stop those small white snakes from clinging to his skin softly and slippery, mouth after mouth.

It bites through the skin, sucks away the flesh and blood, and rubs the bones with its thorn-like fangs.

Screaming one after another, the old monk hurriedly rushed to the nearest disciple. He gathered his inner strength and pointed, and the wind blew away the white worms that were raging on the man. The disciple with blood holes all over his body lay on the ground exhausted, his breath weak.

He looked at his great uncle with his mouth open, unable to say a word.

The old monk was about to take a closer look when he suddenly felt something bad. He tilted his head back and almost closed the white worm that ejected from the disciple's mouth. When he lowered his head and looked again, the disciple's eyes were already wide open.

He was not breathing, and his slightly open mouth was filled with black holes and blood. Even his tongue and teeth were gone.

After lifting up the disciple's limp body and looking at the swarms of insects devouring each other, the old monk couldn't help but feel frightened.

From the time he was shocked to hear the screams to the time he arrived here, a living person was eaten up by these things in just a moment!

Thinking of the little thief's warning just now, he couldn't help but raise his head to look for her figure, only to see the culprit who destroyed the stone tower holding a slightly stiff monk with one hand, rushing up from the ground, making a parabolic movement, and plopped down.

It fell on the roof not far away.

Even though they were guarding the pagoda here, these monks still had to have normal food and accommodation, so they built a circle of tile-roofed houses around the stone pagoda and planted a few trees here and there.

At this time, nearly ten disciples had been placed on tree branches and on the roof, rubbing their hands tremblingly and gasping in shock.

The old monk no longer thought about it, turned around, grabbed the disciples who were following him, and threw them onto the nearest roof one by one. The two disciples with excellent palm skills also followed the same example. After throwing out a few junior disciples, they had to hurry

Go find another disciple who is screaming.

"Come back!" the old monk shouted in a deep voice.

The two of them stopped immediately. After thinking for a moment, they gritted their teeth and nodded, turning to save the living disciples nearby with red eyes.

Save the living first, as many as you can save.

I think the same thing every year.

Although she was not very concerned about the life and death of these monks, this tragic death was far beyond her imagination, and she was not someone who cared about such a trivial effort.

After all, her flying skills come with the cloak, and they cost neither her strength nor her mana.

As the time went by, the operation of retrieving people became smoother and smoother every year. When they saw her, the monks became less hostile, at least they didn't need her to freeze them first and then drag them out.

Every year, the three old monks throw away people. The other monks, who are relatively skilled and lucky, find their own opportunities and climb up to the roof. They shake off the insect eggs stuck to their bodies and look at the drowned fellow monks.

Silent.

He circled above the swarm of insects several times every year, carefully avoiding the few bucket-sized insects that were wrestling together around the central bronze door - this could already be called a kind of giant python.

No survivors worth saving were found.

The old monk didn't want to give up, so he picked up a dying disciple, held him up with both hands, performed Qing Kung Fu, and placed him on the roof.

"It's useless. It's just a shell. It can't be saved." Niannian flew over and saw the old man hugging another person and advised him.

The old monk turned a deaf ear, waved his sleeves to scare away the swarms of insects around him, picked up the man and jumped onto the roof.

"I said, I saw those bugs falling through the fog and into other places in the Four Seasons Valley. Do you really plan to continue wasting time?"

Nian Nian was a little anxious, flying up and down around him, and seemed to be more worried about the situation in the Four Seasons Valley than he was.

The old monk stopped, sighed slightly, raised his hand to form a seal, and said in a loud voice: "The Fengcha Tower has been destroyed, the situation is critical, come quickly!"

Although this voice rang from my ears, it sounded like it was coming from the horizon, and it also seemed like it was hitting the transparent walls on all sides, with endless echoes.

"No, you didn't call for help?" Nian Nian looked at him in surprise. She thought that the old monk should have called for help when she first emerged.

"No need." The old monk replied lightly, looking arrogant.

Nian Nian pointed to the original location of the stone tower. The old monk choked and turned to look after his disciples.

A few seconds later, seeing the help coming quickly, Nian Nian covered his face, blinked his big innocent eyes, and greeted those people with a smile.

They were all acquaintances, and they were all people she could never defeat.

Meng Sheng, the giant of the Mohist family, Fairy Fu Feng of Shennong Valley, Xuan Xuzi and Immortal Taihui of Yunji Sword Sect, and the Immortal Fuqin of Jade Emperor Academy - they are all Sui's masters, named Kongshan.

Several people did not see Nian Nian waving to them earnestly. They were all startled by what they saw. They glanced around and found the old monk asking for help, and gathered around him.

Meng Sheng, who unfortunately landed in the swarm of insects, jumped onto the roof, grinned and said hello, and at the same time couldn't help but take a few steps back.

This man's face was really ugly. He rolled his eyelids as if he was about to pinch someone to death. He stared at Nian Nian with a fierce look in his eyes, which was ferocious and terrifying.

"snort!"

The situation was indeed urgent, so Meng Sheng restrained his murderous intent and turned around to ask the old monk what was going on here.

Nian Nian touched her nose and heard the old monk's accusations against her. She faced the burning and sharp scrutiny of the gods openly.

"I admit that I broke that tower, but I definitely didn't know there were these things in the tower, I swear!" Nian Nian responded calmly.

"And I warned him not to kill those bugs at the beginning, and he even led people to beat me. In this way, I helped save many people. If you don't believe me, ask him?" Nian Nian pointed at the old monk, pouting a little aggrieved.

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"Master Hengshan?" Several people asked the old monk for confirmation, and Fairy Fu Feng even added lightly, "Monks don't lie."

Master Hengshan nodded almost imperceptibly, as if he was trembling.

"Then you are——"

"Let's talk about accountability later. Let's think about how to deal with these things first." Immortal Lord Taihui interrupted Xuan Xuzi's questioning, looked at the swarm of insects rolling and surging underneath with disgust, and stepped on the flying sword.

"Seal this place first so that no more insects can enter other places in the Four Seasons Valley." Fairy Fu Feng made a prompt decision.

The rest of the people nodded and planned to disperse, but they glanced at Nian Nian uneasily. Nian Nian was trying hard to reduce his presence. He sat up holding his knees and met the suspicious and wary eyes of several people. He looked up innocently.

He raised his arms and added some oil.

Fairy Fu Feng pursed her lips and smiled, then left first and floated into the mid-air to the east on a green jade-like leaf.

Immortal Lord Taihui also took Xuan Xuzi and flew away with his sword. Meng Sheng exhaled a breath of turbid air and flashed the sword light. Nian Nian reacted quickly and lowered his head, avoiding the tragedy of being cut off by the light of the sword.

Nian Nian watched Meng Daxia leave inexplicably. When he turned around, he saw the Kongshan Immortal holding a harp and a sword. He avoided his eyes as he looked at her and shrank his neck.

"Your Taoist companion broke into the city today and killed two unsuspecting Mohist disciples in a sneak attack. Meng Sheng has decided to expel him from the disciples." Kongshan Immortal shook his head and drifted away.

Nian Nian froze in place, his hands falling from his knees.

The last half of the sentence was like a hammer, instantly smashing her mood and thoughts. The sound of hammering echoed in her mind again and again, confusing all the sounds from the outside world, and only the three words "Qi Youfeng" remained.

Clearly audible.

Nian Nian suddenly stood up, flew straight into the sky, and fell like meteors toward the white giant pythons that turned into insects.

She's going to break down that door.