"Get ready to fight!" Zhao Beiqing shouted loudly.
Following this order, twenty white figures sprang out from behind the boulder where Deputy Hall Master Feng rested just now, and swept towards a mountain top two hundred feet away.
The top of the mountain is as flat as a platform, about a hundred acres in size. After these monks arrived, ten of them held formation flags and each occupied a corner.
The remaining ten people launched their flying swords, ready to replace them at any time.
Soon, rays of light shot out from the formation flags and hit a raised spot in the center of the high platform. Then the light jumped back and forth between the formation flags.
A huge trap formation has been activated.
And the black "meteorite" in the distance was heading straight towards this high platform, trying to throw itself into a trap.
It turns out that as early as ancient times, there were powerful monks who set up a huge formation near the crack in the magic cloud.
In addition to consolidating the space barrier around the crack and preventing it from further expanding, this formation also has two functions.
One is to block the demonic energy around the cracks so that it cannot spread outward.
Another function is to send the monsters that have crossed over directly to this high platform, and then be disposed of by the local monks.
With these arrangements, the Moyun Crack has been confined to Hanzhou for tens of thousands of years without causing any harm to the Zhenyu Realm.
However, as the cracks continue to expand, it is unknown how long this formation can last.
At least for now, it's still working!
Of course, this formation also has a small flaw.
Since the monsters are wrapped in demonic energy, when they arrive here, the demonic energy will escape.
Although the total amount of these demonic energies floating around is not large, the monks who come into contact with them will be affected by them to a greater or lesser extent.
Every time the monks fight on this high platform, they must take the demon dispelling pill in time, otherwise, it will cause damage to the soul, and in serious cases, it may even lead to demonization!
It's just that the refining of the Demon Elixir Pill is quite difficult, and the quantity is even more limited. This is why the patrol team cannot have too many people, and it cannot build a fort in the Black Demon Ridge.
…
As the magic mist got closer and closer, Zhao Beiqing issued the order again: "Detect!"
Feng Ziyan hurriedly took out something from his arms, which looked like a monocular telescope.
This magical instrument is called a magic mirror, and its function is similar to that of a telescope, but it is specially used to observe the condition of the magic fog.
I saw Deputy Hall Master Feng holding the magic mirror in front of his eyes and chanting: "There are twenty-eight, no, twenty-nine monsters in total!"
Immediately, he raised his eyebrows and was overjoyed: "Hall Master, Horned Demon! They are all Horned Demons! There are thirteen Demon Generals, and the rest are all Demon Soldiers."
Zhao Beiqing was a little surprised: "Do you see clearly? There are thirteen demon generals, but there is no demon commander or other demon clan?"
"No!" Feng Ziyan affirmed: "The characteristics of the horned devil are so obvious that there is no mistaking it. The Demon Commander-level horned devil is huge, and I can't miss it!"
He laughed heartily: "Master, let's make a small fortune!"
It turns out that the horned devil, a monster that looks like a black bull and has a body twice its size, is extremely powerful, has skin as hard as a shield, and has horns on its head that are capable of breaking through sharp edges.
However, except for the constant emission of demonic energy between the spits, which interferes with the monks, its abilities are no different from ordinary monsters. For the monks like Xuan Feng Hall, it can be said that they are easily captured.
The demons at the level of demon generals contain a kind of bead called magic crystal in their bodies. Depending on its size and condition, each one is worth between 3,000 and 30,000 spiritual stones.
Not only was it easy to deal with, but he could also harvest thirteen magic crystals. No wonder Feng Ziyan was overjoyed.
However, as the leader, Zhao Beiqing was still more cautious, and then asked: "Aren't there also bee demons?"
The size of the bee demon is similar to that of an ordinary rabbit, and even the level of the demon commander is not much different. Three years ago, Hall Master Bai made a mistake and mistook them as Demon General level, so he was furious on the spot.
Feng Ziyan looked at it for a moment and shook his head again: "No!"
Zhao Beiqing finally felt relieved and laughed: "Then let them never come back!"
…
The battle passed uneventfully.
More than twenty horned demons were trapped in the formation and moved slowly. They could only fight on their own. Under the siege of the monks, they were killed one by one.
The whole process takes less than a quarter of an hour.
Things went so incredibly smoothly that Zhao Beiqing felt something was wrong.
"Is it possible that the demons are addicted to giving away people's heads?"
However, he looked around and saw nothing wrong.
He shook his head mockingly. He had stayed in this place for too long and was too sensitive.
The corpses of the thirteen horned demon generals were processed one by one. After the magic crystal was taken out, Feng Zikai put it into a storage bag.
According to the rules, half of it is handed over, and the other half will be distributed to the monks participating in the battle.
Everyone is overjoyed. After this battle, even the one who contributed the least will receive hundreds of spiritual stones.
Although the demon battlefield is dangerous, sometimes the loot can be quite generous.
However, there won't be too many such good things. More often, a group of people will besiege one or two demon generals, as well as dozens of demon soldiers. In the end, he got into trouble and could only get a few dozen spirit stones.
It was already dark at this time, and Feng Ziyan began to make arrangements for camping.
From Xu hour to Chen hour, a total of six people were on duty, divided into three groups.
The others took out their tents and formed a circle, no more than a few feet apart.
"Add one more person to each group!" When Feng Ziyan reported the situation to Zhao Beiqing, the hall leader ordered.
Everyone was a little surprised, but Zhao Beiqing had a very high prestige in the team and no one dared to object.
After Deputy Hall Master Feng rearranged everything, the monks returned to their tents. Although this place was not suitable for practicing, it was still possible to meditate and adjust the breath.
Zhao Beiqing always felt a little uneasy tonight, otherwise he wouldn't have made an impromptu decision and sent extra night watchmen.
At this time, in his tent, he took out a high-grade fire spirit stone and began to breathe in and out.
My mind gradually calmed down.
…
midnight
Choose seventeen, choose two or three, choose eight or five, these are the numbers for the three Fengtang warriors.
At this moment, the three monks were sitting on the top of the highest cliff nearby, observing the surroundings.
The night in early September in Hanzhou was bone-chillingly cold.
The three of them all wore robes to keep out the cold, and they used their magic power from time to time, so that they would not freeze into popsicles on this freezing night.
Xuanqiu held up the magic mirror and looked at the crack in the magic cloud in the night sky.
The other two people sat looking at each other, each observing the environment behind the other.
The stars were dim, but fortunately there was deep snow on the ground, so we could see clearly all around.
The second and third picks were sitting a little bored. The one opposite him, the eighth and fifth picks, was a boring guy who couldn't do anything at all. He often couldn't say more than three sentences and chatted to death.
As for choosing seventeen, the Demon Control Palace has strict orders that those who use the magic mirror are not allowed to participate in small talk.
It was boring to choose between two and three, so I simply counted the footprints on the ground, which were caused by their movement when they came.
"Sixty-seven, sixty-eight..." As I counted, sleepiness came to my mind.
Suddenly, his eyes widened, and several toe prints appeared in the middle of a row of shoe prints.
And it has four toes!
Not human!
"Could it be a wild beast?" His thinking was a little slow at this time, but he still remembered that because of the evil energy that has invaded Black Demon Ridge for many years, it is almost impossible for wild beasts to exist, otherwise, they would have been demonized long ago!
"That can only be..." He was startled, and suddenly found that Xuanbawu opposite him was looking above him with a frightened expression.
And above the opponent's head, a humanoid figure slowly appeared.
"magic……"
As soon as he said a word, he felt paralyzed all over and could no longer move.
Immediately afterwards, I felt a sharp pain in my throat, and then I didn’t know anything anymore...
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