As for that man, he was the only Jindan monk among the people, from the Golden Spirit Hall of the Pure Yang Sect, the eldest apprentice of the old man Huang Yuelang just now, and also a personal disciple, the successor who would inherit the mantle in the future, and the leader of this temporary small group.

This person's name is Zhou Shen, and he looks extremely upright, and he looks like the kind of stereotypical person who doesn't know how to do things at a glance.

Zhou Shen saw that the group members had arrived, cleared his voice, took out a formation diagram, and talked about the next work.

"Now that the personnel have arrived, then I will begin to arrange the next tasks, the formation outside the city is the Demon Trapping Immortal Array, today during the day by the disciples of the Jindan period of various sects to jointly lay down, the main formation is the Bai Zhi Zhenren of the Donghua Sect, this array has a total of seventy-two changes, counting one hundred and eight directions, we are responsible for the eighty-first direction, which is here......"

After a brief introduction, everyone walked towards the eighty-first position.

When he came to the eighty-first direction, Zhou Shen informed each group that they could take turns once for ten days, and they would have ten days off after each shift.

From this point on, you need to patrol around the place on duty, similar to the nature of security, to deal with some small minions.

After Zhou Shen finished the introduction, the materials were distributed, and everyone had nothing to do, gathered together to chat, and they formed a group in twos and threes, and they would not interfere with each other.

It can be seen from this that the younger generation of disciples also have their own small groups, and these small groups are not their own brothers and sisters of each sect.

As in front of him, several male disciples of the Donghua Sect gathered around the female disciples of Ziyuan Palace to ask for warmth, and all kinds of witticisms came out one after another. On the other hand, the female disciples of the Donghua Sect and the female disciples of the Pure Yang Sect hugged together to keep warm, and they were not unhappy to be left out, and they were also comfortable talking about themselves together. As for the two disciples of the Blue Immortal Sword Sect, they sat quietly on the side to meditate and rest, closing their eyes and cultivating.

Fang Yan squatted on the ground, observed the inscription prohibition, studied it for a long time, felt bored, and saw Zhou Shen wandering around, he understood that he was here to make soy sauce to make up the number of people, just look at the male disciple who flirted with the girl next to him.

Turning his head to look at the fellow who was concentrating on cultivation and didn't listen to foreign affairs, Fang Yan clapped his hands, and secretly said in his heart: Forget it, since there is nothing to do, let's go and cultivate.

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Day 2.

There was a small group of monsters attacking the eighty-first direction, and there were even two giant monster leaders three meters high, Zhou Shen drew his flying sword and killed a giant monster leader in an instant.

Suddenly!

A black qi as thin as a gossamer rose from the monster, forming a black shadow, and the black shadow turned into a human form, and it gradually condensed.

"Demon Cultivator! Jindan period! ”

Zhou Shen held the flying sword in his hand, pounced, and fought with the demon cultivator, and it was difficult to distinguish the victory or defeat in a short time.

Fang Yan remembered that Huang Yuelang said that the monster is led by the demon cultivator, and if the demon cultivator is killed, the monster will have no command, just like a fly without a head.

The second is to kill the giant monster leader and lose the leader, these monsters are only waiting to be tortured and killed.

However, it is said that the monster boss is immune to magic attacks.

"Roar!"

The leader of the giant monster roared with a gilt golden war hammer that was close to two meters, and the female disciple in the middle stage of Qi cultivation in the Liangyi Hall of the Yanxing Sect greeted her, and was slapped away by a hammer.

The monster leader exerted too much force, and the hammer was embedded in her body, and it flew far away.

It falls right at the foot of the dialect.

Looking down, the female disciple's chest rose and fell, and she couldn't say a complete sentence, only the sound of gasping, like a dilapidated old bellows, gave people goosebumps.

Flesh, internal organs, scattered all over the ground, she stretched out her hand, as if to grasp something, but it didn't take long for her arms to hang down, swallow her breath, and die in a miserable state.

Impulsiveness is only a momentary thing, the blood passes through the brain, and the blood surges, so that people don't have time to think about the consequences before taking action.

The consequences are unpredictable.

But because of this, Fang Yan clearly saw the battle style of the giant monster leader, two words to describe it, tough!

Looking at the gilded golden war hammer on the ground, as well as the giant monster leader who was rushing towards her, Fang Yan looked around and found that everyone was busy killing the little monsters and didn't have time to look at the situation here.

The dialect suddenly had an understanding, and when it comes to toughness, who is afraid of whom?

How strong is a snake of more than ten meters?

Easily overwhelming an elephant should ...... Not a problem, right?

Picking up the gilded war hammer on the ground, Fang Yan checked it, it felt okay, the weight was also appropriate, it was very suitable for combat, and even felt that this thing was more convenient than the light flying sword.

The giant monster leader stopped, suddenly dumbfounded, and his weapon was robbed......

Immediately, it became angry.

Clapping his hands on his chest, he roared in the sky, raised his fists high, and angrily pounded at the dialect.

"Come on!"

Dialect greeted him with a gilded hammer.

Bang!

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and the monster was unscathed, raising its fist again and pounding it.

Bang bang bang ......!

The dialect was impacted several times, holding the idea of confronting the monster, but he was beaten back every time, and Zhen's arm was numb.

The strength of the monster leader is not trivial, and it can be compared to her as a snake of more than ten meters, and even faintly above herself.

It seems that a pure competition of power cannot take advantage.

Fang Yan held the handle of the hammer with both hands, moved his steps back, and bowed down to accumulate strength, another impact.

The difference is that this time it is not a competition of pure strength, but a sword technique.

"Heavenly Sword Three Uniques, Desperate!"

Fang Yan didn't dare to bet, whether the monster had a sea of qi or not, he could only directly use the most violent lore moves.

Bang!

The monster was shocked and retreated, and Fang Yan didn't have time to adjust the spiritual power in his body, and planned to take advantage of your illness to kill you, and it was another move to raise the war hammer.

"Heavenly Sword Three Uniques, Desperate!"

Knocked back again, the monster went berserk, roared angrily in the sky, raised his fists with both hands and beat his waist, his eyes visibly turned scarlet, his muscles swelled, his nostrils gasped, white gas gushed out, his skin turned golden yellow, and he rushed over angrily.

"I'll you!"

Fang Yan saw that the monster leader was able to change his state, and he was so frightened that he raised the war hammer again.

The monster is enraged and becomes even more violent!

I had no choice but to bite the bullet.

The war hammer, which was half a head taller than the dialect, was wielded impenetrable and held high, once again using the Three Absolute Heavenly Sword.

The war hammer struck on the monster leader, and there was a sound of gold and iron clashing, and he resisted this powerful blow, and the monster leader grabbed the war hammer with both hands, and kept pulling with the dialect.

The dialect landed, grabbed the handle of the hammer, and began a tug-of-war.

Ho!

This monster has a lot of strength after turning wild!

The monster leader's body leaned back, his strength increasing again, and the dialect slid on the ground.

Not good!

Fang Yan had an idea, relaxed his strength, and his body was easily pulled in front of the monster leader with the warhammer. Suddenly transformed into the original form, a large green snake of more than ten meters, quickly wound the monster leader who had lost its center of gravity.

Snake nirvana, strangle!

In the first circle, wrap your waist and hands to make the opponent lose their combat effectiveness.

The monster leader kept struggling, roaring angrily, and in a hurry, his body fell to the ground, and kept rolling, trying to get rid of the entanglement of the big green snake, but what it didn't expect was that the rolling process became the best opportunity for dialects to be entangled, accelerating its defeat.

Then wrap around the second and third laps......

After the entanglement, the dialect frantically tightened and squeezed, and now the winner has actually been divided, and as time goes by, the monster will be like the animals that were entangled in the dialect in the mountains and forests before, the internal organs will be squeezed, and then lose their vitality, and finally perish. To speed up the process, Fang Yan opened the snake's mouth, bit the monster leader's neck, and injected venom.

What Fang Yan is doing is to use snake venom to reduce the monster's combat power, tighten and inject venom, and wait motionlessly.

The monster leader's struggles grew weaker and weaker, and only his feet could occasionally kick twice.

However, Fang Yan found that something strange seemed to have happened in his body, and his spiritual power was gradually beginning to be disordered, resulting in some depletion.