In the dim and lightless Demon Burial Mountains, two figures were galloping forward.
Mo Chen is in the front and Suning is in the back.
One person held a complete mountain range chart in his hand and studied it carefully, talking to himself.
One person looked around casually, with a deep curiosity in his eyes.
"Junior brother, half a day is only enough for us to get close to the outskirts of the forest, but we cannot reach the center."
Mo Chen slowed down, pointed at a certain circle of blue lines on the map and said, "Look, the terrain on the outside is relatively simple, and it is difficult to escape the pursuit of those crazy dogs."
"Even if we wipe away the remaining scent along the way, a dog is a dog and has a good nose."
"They have eight hundred people. They can be divided into four groups and divided into two groups to surround them in the middle."
"A carpet-like search, airtight."
"We ran in front day and night, and finally we were exhausted."
"Exhaustion means that we need to rest. We rest, but they are still on their way."
"In this way, I believe it won't take long to catch up with him within half a day's journey."
Mo Chen was suspended in the air and said worriedly: "It takes more than a month to get from the outer edge of the forest to the center. Master said that this month is the most dangerous period for us."
"If you have any ideas, you might as well share them and study them."
Suning took the soft map made of special material, folded it smoothly, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Ninth, in terms of cultivation, you are higher than me."
"In terms of living environment, you are an aboriginal in the fairy world, and I am an outsider in the Three Thousand Small Worlds."
"You are more familiar with every flower, grass, and stone here than I am."
"You ask me, hey, it seems like it's in vain."
Mo Chen rolled his eyes and hesitated: "Then let me tell you my opinion first?"
He stepped on the roots of a large leafy tree, steadied himself and said, "If you want to keep those wild dogs on thin ice, creating a suspicious formation is an indispensable method."
"Forcibly delaying their pursuit is the top priority."
"I had a private conversation with Fifth Senior Brother, Seventh Senior Sister and others. You are in charge of the open formation and I am in charge of the dark formation."
"Distribute the traps in a criss-crossing pattern, temporarily separate and gather at the outskirts of the forest."
Suning said in confusion: "What is the open formation and what is the dark formation?"
Mo Chen explained: "We are both at the 18th level of martial arts. You are a mortal body, and the formations you lay down contain spiritual power fluctuations."
"You can't hide it from ordinary practitioners, but you can't hide it from the eight hundred hunters who have achieved the body of an immortal."
"Flaws that are exposed on the surface can confuse people's eyes and ears, and are regarded as open formations."
"You are in the light, I am in the dark, true and false, false and true."
"I don't want to kill the enemy with this, I just want to force them to slow down."
"When we rush into the central area, the scope becomes wider, the terrain becomes more complex, and we have a unique opportunity to enter, we can launch a silent counter-killing operation."
Suning nodded frequently and said, "Okay, I'll do as you say."
Mo Chen stretched out his hand and said, "Give me some of the spiritual power in your body."
Suning tapped her index finger, and the white light flashed.
Mo Chen quickly sealed it in the palm of his hand, turned around and ran away: "Remember, when we gather outside, don't run around."
Suning bid farewell and began to lay out a decent trap.
One place in the east and one place in the west.
Some are killing formations, and some are confusing formations.
Some of them are just superficial, with only formation fluctuations, but in fact they are nothing.
"Well, my stomach is so bloated, I need to find an open space to get rid of it."
After working for more than half an hour, Suning felt uncomfortable in her stomach, so she simply squatted in the newly laid maze to eat her daddy.
Good guy, I don’t know what I ate yesterday, so I vomited myself.
"vomit."
While covering his mouth and retching, he moved his buttocks.
Changing from the maze array to the small defensive array not far away, I fart loudly.
