Chapter 53: Phantom Maze
The foxes mainly live in groups, with a minimum of two or three and a maximum of more than ten, forming a tribe. The status of foxes of different grades in the tribe is also completely different.
The strongest male fox is the leader, with three to five female foxes as the core, and the other foxes are peripheral members, responsible for some more dangerous tasks.
The five monks of the hunting team are quite satisfied with these foxes. Isn't it the best choice with high value and low combat power?
"A first-level low-grade fox can be sold for twenty spirit stones, and a first-level medium-grade fox can be sold for at least fifty spirit stones. If all the foxes in this nest are captured alive, at least three hundred spirit stones can be exchanged." Sun Yousen's eyes lit up.
Three hundred spirit stones are already a considerable amount for them. After all, the Purple Moon Sword that the clan leader Sun Xunmu got at the auction was only six hundred spirit stones.
The last battle to hunt the blue flower snake also collected a lot of spoils, which could be exchanged for a hundred spirit stones.
The sum of the two has exceeded 400 spiritual stones. After the distribution according to the war merits, each person can get nearly 100 spiritual stones.
Even for the relatively wealthy members of the hunting team who have been fighting for many years, this is a considerable fortune.
After completing this mission and returning to the family, with the support of some high-quality spiritual pills, it is possible that some people's cultivation will be the first to break through.
For all the cultivators, the only purpose of hunting monsters to earn spiritual stones is to maintain their own practice.
"Uncle Sixteen, these little guys have always been vigilant. It is not realistic to catch them all. Why not kill three or five of them with a ruthless hand?" Sun Xunxing made another completely different suggestion.
"I agree. Instead of returning empty-handed, it is better to kill a few first. The most important thing is to put the spoils in the bag." Sun Xunhai also agreed.
"Sixteenth Master, none of the five of us are good at hunting, and we don't have the corresponding means. It is better to follow the opinions of Uncle Four and Uncle Nine for the time being." Sun Mingsheng was unwilling to give up the miscellaneous fox that he had spent so much effort to find in vain.
"You are short-sighted. How could I not know the habits of the miscellaneous foxes? I have a set of first-level middle-grade phantom tracking array here. What do you think now?" Sun Yousen took out six array flags with complex lines drawn on them.
The phantom tracking array has the dual functions of illusion and concealing breath. Once it is deployed, even a first-level upper-grade monster beast cannot find any trace of its existence.
This set of valuable array flags is obviously not from the beast hunting team, otherwise Sun Xunxing and the others would not be unaware of it.
"With this set of phantom tracking array flags provided by Uncle Sixteen, all the miscellaneous foxes can be captured alive. Uncle Sixteen has four military merits in this battle." Sun Xunli's eyes also lit up.
As a clan elder who manages the beast hunting team, he is naturally willing to capture all the miscellaneous foxes if conditions permit.
At the beginning, the newly promoted clan elder resolutely took charge of the beast hunting team in order to earn more cultivation resources and plan ahead for future promotion to foundation building.
"Since no one has any objection, please ask Uncle Sixteen to set up the formation, so that these miscellaneous foxes will not be frightened by our aura when they return." At Sun Xunli's urging, the arrangement of the Phantom Shadow Formation was quickly started.
This is just a relatively simple first-level medium-grade illusion formation. It is not difficult to set up. Except for Sun Yousen, the other members each have a formation flag, stand on their respective predetermined positions, and input a large amount of spiritual power into the formation flag.
With the full support of six late-stage Qi training monks, a set of first-level medium-grade Phantom Shadow Formation flags was set up in half a cup of tea.
As a burst of white mist rose, the figures and auras of the six monks quickly dissipated, as if they had never appeared.
Even the weeds growing around the miscellaneous fox cave have returned to their original appearance, without any change.
What they need to do now is to wait patiently, and these miscellaneous foxes should go to hunt.
Although their combat effectiveness is not high, they are first-level medium-grade monsters after all, and there is no problem in hunting some blood food.
The appetite of these foxes is not too big, and only one medium-sized blood food is needed to meet the needs of a group.
"Squeak squeak" half a day later, a sharp cry came, and a fox about a foot tall, all white without a trace of mixed hair, was carefully tilting its body to watch from a distance.
Judging from its pair of flexible eyes and constantly jumping legs, it is ready to escape at any time. If there is any slight disturbance, it will escape at the first time and will not be reluctant to stay in the nest.
This white fox is only a first-level low-grade, and should be the vanguard of the group of foxes. If it has problems, other foxes will not appear at all.
Sun Xunli and his five companions are absolutely patient. Under the cover of the formation, they still try their best to restrain their own breath and quietly wait for the group of foxes to appear.
The white fox's pair of flexible eyes turned around, and after confirming that there was no change, it carefully moved towards the location of the nest.
This white fox almost reached the edge of the formation, and the group of foxes still did not appear.
"Squeak," the white fox turned around and cried. There was a commotion in the weeds in the distance, and more than ten foxes appeared, mostly blue and black.
Among them, there were four first-level middle-grade beasts and eight first-level low-grade beasts. Under the leadership of the white fox, they all entered the maze of phantoms without any doubt.
"I've been waiting for a long time. Where are you going, little guy?" I don't know whether Sun Mingsheng was lucky or the white fox was unlucky, and it happened to appear at his feet.
The white fox's eyes rolled wildly, and the man and the fox stared at each other.
Before the white fox had time to escape, with the waving of the formation flag in the hands of the monk, invisible ropes had trapped it in place.
Accompanied by the miserable cry, Sun Mingsheng waved his hands and put it into a special cloth bag on his waist with ease.
This is also a standard equipment for each person in the hunting team, specially used to temporarily carry some monsters with life breath.
As the white fox was caught, Sun Xunli and the other four also took action and took the lead in putting some of the nearest miscellaneous foxes into the bag.
At this time, Sun Mingsheng had already pounced on a first-level middle-grade blue miscellaneous fox, which was the most valuable trophy.
The blue fox did not surrender. It opened its mouth and blew out a small and sharp wind blade, which went straight to its forehead. It exerted its strength on its limbs, cried, and fled in another direction.
But it forgot that this was the Phantom Shadow Formation. The body skills and speed that it was proud of in the past could not play any role here.
Sun Mingsheng waved his hands, and a flash of light flashed, and he appeared in front of the blue fox again, as if neither of them had moved at all.
"It's better to surrender obediently. You can't get away from this formation." Sun Mingsheng's tone was quite firm and confident. He stretched out his left hand forward and moved his right hand sideways to grab the front, and the two phases were combined to ensure that it would not escape.
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