Chapter 117 Casting a Net to Fish
"The demonic monks organized a hunting team and killed many of our Huangfeng Valley disciples and disciples from the other seven sects. Junior Brother Sun, how about we team up together to fight against the demonic hunting team?" Liu Jing was straightforward and hurriedly stated his purpose before he even sat down.

Brother! The Ghost Spirit Sect's young master Wang Chan, who led the Demonic Path Hunting Team, and the second son of the Hehuan Sect's leader Tian Buque, both have Yuanying elders in their families! They are definitely the strongest among the Demonic Path Foundation Establishment cultivators!
Although their cultivation is only at the middle stage of foundation building, they dare to hunt down even the Jindan Nangong Wan!

It would be a dead end for an ordinary Foundation Establishment to chase after a Golden Core. Even if the Golden Core is injured, it can easily destroy the Foundation Establishment. Moreover, the Golden Core's escape speed is extremely fast, and an ordinary Foundation Establishment cannot catch up at all. However, Wang Chantian has these two and is capable of entangled with Nangong Wan all the way until she is exhausted!
They are so powerful. Brother Liu Jing, your family produced a golden elixir many years ago. That little foundation is not enough to show it! If you go there, you will be a food delivery! Sun Zecheng thought.

"Okay! I will definitely participate!" What you think is one thing, and what you say is another. Sun Zecheng agreed without hesitation.

"I knew Junior Brother Sun would agree!" Liu Jing was very happy and patted Sun Zecheng on the shoulder.

"But you have to wait a few days, I need to refine a magic weapon that suits me." I can't just refuse directly. I can't just say that you can't beat me and you'll die if you go. That would be too hurtful to my self-esteem! But I have to find an excuse to delay time!
"Oh? Eighth Junior Brother, you can also refine weapons? It's okay. We don't have enough people yet. I just asked Sixth Junior Brother Wu Xuan and Ninth Junior Brother Han Li, but they both refused to go." Liu Jing was a little surprised to hear that Sun Zecheng could refine weapons.

"It's nonsense to try it out. Every Jindan cultivator has to refine his own magic weapon. I'll just treat it as becoming a Jindan in advance!" Sun Zecheng joked.

"Haha, Junior Brother Sun, you go ahead and refine the weapon. I'll go contact some fellow disciples." Liu Jing said goodbye and continued to contact other people.

"Third Brother, take care."

After seeing Liu Jing off, Sun Zecheng immediately rushed to find his master Li Huayuan.

"Master!" Seeing that his fourth senior brother Song Meng was also there, Sun Zecheng called out "Master" but nothing else happened.

"Song Meng, please go out first." Li Huayuan is also a smart man.

After Song Meng walked out of the main hall, Sun Zecheng raised his hand and cast a soundproof shield, then explained the situation to Li Huayuan.

“Third Senior Brother hates evil, so I can’t refuse directly. However, according to what I learned from the interrogation of the captives, the two leaders of the Demonic Path Hunting Team, Wang Chan is the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, and Tian Buque is the second son of the leader of the Hehuan Sect. They are both direct descendants of the Demonic Path Nascent Soul cultivators and have a deep foundation. If we, the Huangfeng Valley, want to put together a team to fight against them…”

"I understand." Li Huayuan nodded.

……

The next day, Liu Jing hurriedly came to tell Sun Zecheng that the anti-hunting team had not yet gathered half of its members, and that his master Li Huayuan was now sending him to assist his seventh junior sister Zhong Weiniang in clearing out those independent and evil cultivators who had taken the opportunity to cause trouble, his words full of apologies.

"Go ahead. The evildoers and the scattered cultivators need to be eliminated. Besides, if we don't have enough people, it would be useless to stay here."

"Okay! I'll come back as soon as I can to eliminate the evil cultivators."

"Okay! Wait for the good news from Third Senior Brother!"

Liu Jing's strength was enough to destroy the general evil cultivators, but there were so many cultivators in the world, and there were only a few dozen lucky ones in the Ascension Conference every five years. Most of them were the children sent by various immortal cultivation families.

Just as several people said at the Tainan meeting, ordinary cultivators have no way out at all.

In the end, they will either become evil cultivators like Qing Wen and Wu Jiuzhi, or be forced to become accomplices of evil cultivators like the Five Friends of Mengshan.

Even if they don't join the evil cultivators, independent cultivators also need to survive and want to build their foundation and form their elixir. Sun Zecheng asked himself, if he couldn't enter the Huangfeng Valley, he would take advantage of the chaos to rob, otherwise how could he survive?

There are many evil cultivators to be eliminated, and they are impossible to eliminate, so Senior Brother Liu Jing will not be able to come back for a while!
As soon as he saw Senior Brother Liu off, Sun Zecheng went to apply for a scout mission.

"You know how powerful the Demon Hunting Team is, but you still go?" Li Huayuan asked. After seeing the opponent's strength, the seven sect leaders, Jindan, have tacitly agreed that the foundation-building patrol team will just hang out at the edge of the battle zone and come back. As for the patrol and battle at the Jindan level at night, it will not change. After all, the distance is very short for Jindan, and they can retreat to the camp at any time if they can't win. "I just want to go out for a walk. It's okay. I can run away if I can't win." Sun Zecheng smiled.

Li Huayuan was still very confident in his number one thug, so he let him go when he said he could run away.

Song Meng also wanted to go on the mission, but was stopped by Li Huayuan.

Song Meng could only watch his eighth junior brother Sun Zecheng go hunting alone.

When Sun Zecheng was about to leave, Song Meng thought of the competition again and shouted, "Eighth Junior Brother, let's have a competition when you have time!"

"Okay! Let's go first when we have time!" Sun Zecheng responded and turned to leave. Who has time to compete and learn from each other when they can go hunting?

……

Sun Zecheng sneaked into the war zone silently, avoiding bushes where enemies might be hiding. Now he didn't dare to use the transparent silk thread casually, as he couldn't kill the enemy. If he was attacked and exposed, the only thing he could do was to escape.

After walking around the daily patrol area of ​​Yellow Maple Valley, no hunting team was found.

Did you go to another area?
However, Sun Zeben instinctively felt that the other party was within the daily patrol area of ​​Huangfeng Valley and should have the same concealment methods as himself, so this battle would be difficult to fight.

After thinking about it, even if the hunting team was to ambush, they should ambush in the half of the seven sects of Yue State, while Sun Zecheng should go deep into the half of the Demonic Sect.

……

The brilliant performance of the Demonic Six Sects Hunting Team has frightened the Yue Kingdom's Seven Sects' Foundation-Building Patrol Team so much that they dare not enter the war zone at all. The evil man Sun Zecheng from the Yellow Maple Valley has also disappeared for several days. The members of the Demonic Foundation-Building Patrol Team are now very relaxed, patrolling casually along the fixed route.

Suddenly, a huge bronze bell fell from the sky and trapped the last person in the team. Everyone heard the noise and looked back. They saw a big bell covered with a layer of brocade, being pulled by a long rope, and flying dozens of feet away at a high speed.

The demonic monks were in chaos.
"Chase!"

The leader of the team gave the order in the late stage of foundation building, but it was impossible to catch up. The speed of dragging was much faster than the speed of escape, and no one in the magic team dared to leave the main force and chase alone.

They could only chase after them slowly as a group, while reporting the situation through messages.

However, after just a few steps, the bell and the rope disappeared.

The remaining group of demon monks were dumbfounded. What could they do?
Sun Zecheng put the Zhatian Bell and the person carrying it into his storage bag. He felt very happy. This magical instrument had been modified to his liking!

It's a bit like casting a net to fish. Bronze bells fly out and you catch them one by one. It's a pity that there is only one set, otherwise I could go back and catch another one.

Sun Zecheng simply took a detour and sneaked back to the base camp, letting the hunting team look for his trace in the air.

When the hunting team got the news and rushed over, Sun Zecheng had already disappeared without a trace. After searching for a long time, they found that Sun Zecheng had already taken a detour and sneaked back to the camp. Naturally, they found nothing, which made Wang Chan of the Ghost Spirit Sect so angry that he started cursing.

(End of this chapter)