My plug-in is a fairy grass

Chapter 379

"Get ready to fight!" Zhao Beiqing shouted violently.

Following this order, twenty white figures sprang out from behind the boulder where Vice Hall Master Feng was resting just now, and headed towards a mountaintop two hundred feet away.

The top of the mountain is as flat as a platform, about a hundred acres in size.After the monks arrived, ten of them held the flags and each occupied a corner.

The remaining ten people will sacrifice their flying swords, ready to replace them at any time.

Soon rays of light shot out from the array flags and hit a raised spot in the center of the high platform, and then the rays of light danced back and forth among the array flags.

A huge trap has been launched with a bang.

And the black "meteorite" in the distance was hitting this high platform straight, trying to throw itself into a trap.

It turned out that as early as the ancient times, there were powerful monks who planted a huge formation near the fissure of the magic cloud.

In addition to strengthening the space barrier around the crack and preventing it from expanding further, this formation has two functions.

One is to block the magic energy around the crack so that it cannot spread outward.

Another function is to send the transmigrated monsters directly to this high platform, and then be disposed of by the local monks.

With these arrangements, the Moyun Crack has been confined in Hanzhou for tens of thousands of years, and has not caused any harm to the Zhenyu Realm.

However, with the continuous expansion of the cracks, 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 surrounded by magic energy, when they arrive here, the magic energy will dissipate.

Although the total amount of these demonic qi floating around is not much, the monks who come into contact with it will be more or less affected by it.

After each battle on this high platform, the monks must take the demon-dispelling pill in time, otherwise, it will cause damage to the soul, and in serious cases, it will even cause them to become enchanted!
It's just that it's not easy to refine the demon-eliminating pill, and the quantity is even more limited. This is also the reason why the number of patrols should not be too large, and they cannot build a fort in the Black Demon Ridge.

……

As the cloud of magic fog got closer, Zhao Beiqing issued another command: "Explore!"

Feng Ziyan hurriedly took out something from his arms, which looked like a binoculars.

This magic weapon is called a magic mirror, and its function is similar to that of a telescope, but it is specially used to observe the situation of the magic fog.

Vice-Hallmaster Feng held the magic mirror in front of his eyes, and said in his mouth: "A total of 28, no, 29 monsters!"

Immediately, he raised his eyebrows and was overjoyed: "Master, horned demons! They are all horned demons! There are thirteen demon generals, and the rest are all demon soldiers."

Zhao Beiqing was a little surprised: "See clearly? There are thirteen demon generals, but there is no magic general, and no other demon clan?"

"No!" Feng Ziyan affirmed: "The horned devil's characteristics are so obvious, I can't make a mistake. The magic commander-level horned devil is huge, and I can't miss it!"

He laughed loudly: "Master, let's make a small fortune!"

It turned out that the horned demon, which looked like a black bull and had a body twice the size, had infinite strength, its skin was as hard as a shield, and the horns on its head were more capable of breaking through.

However, except for the continuous release of demonic energy between the breaths, which disturbed the monks, its abilities were no different from ordinary monsters.For the monks in Xuanfeng Hall, it can be said that they are easy to grasp.

And the demon clan at the level of demon generals has a kind of beads called magic crystals in their bodies.Depending on its size and the integrity of its appearance, the value of each stone ranges from [-] to [-] spirit stones.

Not only is it easy to deal with, but you can also harvest thirteen magic crystals. No wonder Feng Ziyan is overjoyed.

However, as the leader, Zhao Beiqing was more cautious, and then asked: "Is there no bee demon?"

The bee demon is about the same size as an ordinary rabbit, even at the level of a magic commander.Three years ago, Hall Master Bai was careless and regarded them as demon general level, so he hated them on the spot.

Feng Ziyan looked at it for a moment, then shook his head again: "No!"

Zhao Beiqing was finally relieved, and laughed loudly: "Then let them come and go!"

……

The battle was uneventful.

Twenty or so horned demons, trapped in the formation, moved slowly, and could only fight on their own. Under the siege of the monks, they were killed one by one.

The whole process took less than a quarter of an hour.

Things went so unbelievably smoothly that Zhao Beiqing faintly felt that something was wrong.

"Could it be that the demons are addicted to sending heads?"

However, he looked around and didn't see anything wrong.

He shook his head mockingly, staying in this place for too long and being too sensitive.

The corpses of the thirteen horned demon generals were processed one by one.Among them, after the magic crystal was taken out, it was put into the storage bag by Feng Ziyan.

According to the rules, half of them will be handed over, and the other half will be distributed to the monks participating in the battle.

Everyone was beaming with joy. After this battle, even the one with the least effort could get hundreds of spirit stones.

Although the demon battlefield is dangerous, sometimes the loot can be considered rich.

It's just that there won't be too many such good things. More often, a group of people will besiege one or two magic generals and dozens of magic soldiers.In the end, he caused a lot of trouble, but he could only get a few dozen spirit stones.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and Feng Ziyan began to arrange camping matters.

From Xu time to Chen time, a total of six people were on duty, divided into three groups.

The rest took out their own tents and formed a circle, separated by only a few feet.

"Add one more person to each group!" When Feng Ziyan reported the situation to Zhao Beiqing, the hall master ordered.

Everyone was a little surprised, but Zhao Beiqing's prestige in the team was so high that no one dared to object.

After Vice Hall Master Feng rearranged the arrangements, all the monks returned to their tents. Although this place is not suitable for cultivation, it is still possible to meditate luck and adjust one's breath.

Zhao Beiqing always felt a little restless tonight, otherwise he would not have sent extra night duty on a temporary basis.

At this time, in his tent, he took out a high-grade fire spirit stone and began to exhale.

The mood gradually settled down.

……

Child night
Choose seventeen, choose two or three, choose eight or five, these are the numbers of the three fighters in the front hall.

At this moment, the three monks were sitting on the top of the highest cliff nearby, observing the movement around them.

The night in early September in Hanzhou was bitterly cold.

All three of them were wearing magic robes to keep out the cold, and they used their mana from time to time, so that they would not freeze into popsicles on this freezing night.

Xuan Shiqi held up the magic-detecting mirror and looked at the crack in the magic cloud in the night sky.

The other two sat looking at each other, each observing the environment behind the other.

The stars are dim, but fortunately the snow on the ground is deep, so you can see clearly all around.

Sitting on the second and third is a bit boring, and the person opposite him is choosing eight or five. He is a boring guy who can't say a fart.

As for the selection of seventeen, there is a strict order in Yumodian, those who use the magic mirror are not allowed to participate in small chats.

It was boring to choose two or three hundred, and simply counted the footprints on the ground, which were caused by their walking when they came.

"Six seven, six eight..." As I counted, sleepiness welled up in my heart.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and there were several toe marks in the middle of a row of shoe prints.

And it's four-toed!
Not human!

"Could it be a wild beast?" He was a little slow thinking at this time, but he still remembered that because of the demonic energy that had invaded for many years, it was almost impossible for a wild beast to exist in the Black Demon Ridge, otherwise, it would have already been demonized!
"That can only be..." He was startled, and suddenly found that the opposite person was looking at the top of his head in horror.

And above the opponent's head, a human figure is slowly appearing.

"film……"

As soon as he uttered a word, he felt paralyzed and could no longer move.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sharp pain in the throat, and then, I didn't know anything...

(End of this chapter)