Fortunately, Du Yusheng's ear power and memory are good, and after listening carefully, he really remembered it once.

She drew a scoop according to the gourd, pinched her hands, and recited a complicated mantra in her mouth, and when she finished reciting the mantra, the golden light of merit was indeed hidden.

But before she could rejoice, the last rays of sunlight suddenly sank below the horizon, and the sky was completely darkened, and the low canopy was only a dull red, as if the whole world had been dyed red with blood.

The Devil Crying Forest seemed to suddenly boil, whimpering loudly, piercing and terrifying, under the dark red skylight, clusters of black shadows poured out of the jungle, rushed to the trench, and then "bang" crashed into the invisible magic circle, was knocked into a squeak, and quickly disappeared into the invisible with black smoke.

This formation works!

Du Yushang patted his chest to soothe his frightened emotions, and when he turned his head, he saw that Li Zongming and Ji Hua had spread out along the trench to both sides.

"Du Daoyou, retreat a little, there will be monsters rushing out later, you have no experience in dealing with the enemy, and watch first. After Ji Hua finished speaking, he had already walked out of the trench for more than fifty zhang, and Li Zongming also retreated nearly fifty zhang here, and in an instant, the two were separated by a hundred zhang.

Du Yushang used his eyes to look into the distance, and sure enough, at the end of a hundred zhang away from Ji Hua, there were other silver-armored monks guarding it, and Li Zongming's side was the same, all of them were silver-armored monks per hundred zhang, and there were several teams of silver-armored monks who rode spirit beasts around the trench, as if they were ready to respond at any time.

Du Yusheng's mood couldn't help but become solemn: an enemy who could make a fully armed Jindan period monk like a great enemy must not be underestimated.

At this time, the black shadow in the Devil Crying Forest seemed to be a little more irritable, not only did the screaming sound become more and more intense, but even the impact on the circle became more and more ferocious.

Some of the black shadows rushed to the front of the trench, but instead of directly hitting the formation, they pounced on the rest of the black shadows beside it, cracking a large hole and devouring the other black shadows whole.

Such a shadow seems to be more intelligent than the others, and it grows larger with each time it devours its kind.

After the black shadow is devoured by a certain number, it will become extremely huge, and its body several feet tall will almost cover the sky and the sun.

But this was not the end of its evolution, as it would stop after devouring more than a dozen black shadows, gradually compressing its body, shrinking itself again and again, to only about twice the size of ordinary black shadows.

After repeatedly devouring and compressing like this, the evolved black shadow can no longer be regarded as a black shadow, and the condensed body has evolved a head, torso and limbs, and already has a bit of a demon appearance.

This kind of demon with low-level intelligence and knows how to evolve himself, but he is not afraid of death, and when he hits the formation, he is more than a hundred times more fierce than other black shadows.

Every time it can collide with the ripples of the magic circle that was originally invisible, it seems as if it will be broken in the next moment.

The number of black shadows is tens of millions, and there are countless people who have evolved into demons, and there are often hundreds of demons in one place who will take their lives to shake the magic circle.

It didn't take long for the magic circle, which was originally just ripples, to finally be smashed through a gap by hundreds of evolved demons.

Although the gap was quickly blurred by the rippling ripples, in the blink of an eye, several demons saw the opportunity to emerge from the gap, let out a piercing roar, and pounced on the silver-armored monks on duty at the edge of the trench.

Li Zongming had already been waiting for the battle, the silver spear had been tightly held in his hand, his legs were standing back and forth, his center of gravity was slightly sinking, and his upper body was leaning back, which was a defensive attack posture.

Several demons who rushed out of the crack in the formation let out a piercing scream from their mouths and flew towards Li Zongming.

At this moment, a ball of fire lit up on Li Zongming's silver spear, and the silver spear was wrapped in firelight, drawing several brilliant lights and shadows, and the spear was lit on the demon's body.

In an instant, the screams of the demons became piercing and terrifying, and their substantial bodies, like ice and snow in the sun, quickly melted into nothingness from the point where they touched the spear.

Although Li Zongming's blow was perfect, Du Yusheng's mood became more and more solemn.

Because after that blow, as if some signal had been triggered, ripples rippled everywhere in the formation barrier, and a crack flashed from time to time, although it was automatically repaired by the formation in a blink of an eye, but countless demons had poured out of the crack and rushed towards the silver-armored monks guarding the Ghost Crying Forest.

The number of demons is thousands of times that of the Silver Monk.

The spears of the silver-armored monks were wrapped in fire-type spells, and they were accurately placed on the bodies of the demons, turning them into nothingness, and trying not to let go of any fish that slipped through the net.

But there are so many demons that there are always demons who can dodge the spear of the silver-armored monk and attack their bodies.

The silver-armored monks were not defenseless, and the silver armor that covered their bodies flashed with a layer of red light, and the demons who rushed over could not escape the end of being turned into nothingness by the flames.

But the demons are not weak, although every time they collide with the silver-armored monks, they will always be wiped out by the monks' protective true fire, but their almost condensed bodies still cause some damage to the silver armor and the monks in the silver armor.

This is a war of attrition with no end in sight.

No wonder these Jindan monks are wearing silver armor!

No wonder each of them has several weapons in their hands!

No wonder they never respond directly to their enemies with spells, but rather attach spells to their weapons.

I see.

These silver-armored monks need to use every bit of spiritual power in the right place, and they don't dare to waste the slightest, otherwise they will only be torn apart in the face of the surging demons.

Du Yushang was quickly learning the fighting methods of the silver-armored monks, although fighting the demons was the business of these local monks, but after all, she had to survive here for six months, if the human race perished, how could she survive?

It's better to do something now, so that we can survive six months.

After watching the battle for nearly an hour, Du Yushang had roughly figured out the path of the silver-armored monks.

She sacrificed the Yuehua Treasure Fan, and under the stunned gaze of Li Zongming and Ji Hua, she restored it to the size of her body.

A phoenix flame was attached to the fan bone, and she held the handle of the fan, picked up the treasure fan like a mallet, and slapped it at the demons who had just burst out of the crack and had not had time to rush towards the silver-armored monk.

Yes, shoot!

The fan surface is wide and long, the fan bone circles around the fan surface, and the fire on the fan bone is swirling, and it looks like a huge fire ring in the dark night from a distance.

And this ring of fire smashed on the edge of the trench, and in a single moment, it swatted four or five demons to death like a fly!

But that's not all, isn't it necessary to save spiritual power, and physical strength must also be saved.

Du Yushang lifted the treasure fan that was slapped on the ground again, and straightened the fan downward, like a fan on a mortal stove, and went to the side, not looking at how many demons had been burned, but only turned the treasure fan in place, and the position next to her was suddenly emptied.