For the next few days, Long Yin had been digging the soil there, and since he was now a fox, his movement was very inconvenient, and it was not until the fifth day that the pit he dug barely reached the level he was satisfied with.

Looking at the pit in front of him, which was three zhang wide and about five zhang deep, Long Yin muttered to himself: "Don't waste my efforts in vain!"

It's really tired of him these days. After digging the pit, Long Yin ran to the cliff where he had killed the Flying Python, and there were many strange rocks nearby, and after a while, Long Yin picked a sharp boulder.

He put his hands on it, and the powerful force of his flesh forced the sharp stone that was many times bigger than him to the top of his head. Like an ant carrying a broad bean, Long Yintuo carried the stone and slowly moved to the pit.

As soon as the force was unloaded, the sharp stone slammed into the bottom of the pit, making a dull sound.

Long Yin only felt that his body was light, and then he lay on the ground and rested. After a while, when his energy was restored, Long Yin returned to the chaotic stone forest.

In this way, Long Yin kept going back and forth between the pit and the chaotic stone forest, and the bottom of the pit was covered with some sharp stones, and he was like a hard-working bee, working tirelessly. It's also thanks to the fact that he is now a fierce beast, and the blood that devours the silver-armored monitor lizard has made his physical strength even higher, otherwise he may not be able to withstand such high-intensity labor.

After the completion of the work, Long Yin's whole body was a little weak, lying on the ground gasping for breath. You must know that each of these boulders has two or three hundred catties, and the stone forest is not too close to this, and it takes dozens of minutes to go back and forth.

Now that the trap has been made, the next step is to prepare some items that will attract the beast.

He can only wait until tomorrow to decorate, he is too tired today.

......

The next morning, the morning light was faintly bright. Long Yin held a long-dead hare in his mouth, and held a huge wild boar in both hands.

The boar wandered around early in the morning, waking Long Yin from his sleep. Then he was clawed into the back of his head by Long Yin, and he died of anger. There is simply no room for resistance.

The wild boar is tied to the hind legs with a strong straw rope, and then hung on the trunk of an ancient tree, this straw rope is of course woven by Long Yin himself, because there are no fingers, Long Yin can only use both mouth and claws, and it took a lot of effort to weave it to complete, which made him want to restore the human body more and more, and the beast body was too troublesome.

Long Yin picked up many branches from the vicinity, and then spread them over the hole above the trap, and then built adobe to cover them completely.

Looking at the wild boar hanging directly above the trap, Long Yin waved his claws and disemboweled, and the scene was slightly bloody. Rolling blood dripped down the boar's body and fell to the ground, emitting a pungent smell of blood, which spread in all directions. After doing all this, Long Yin hid under the canopy and silently watched the movements around him.

He didn't believe that in the face of such a delicious wild boar, no beast would take the bait.

The smell of blood diffused quickly, and it didn't take long for a movement to be heard not far away.

Long Yin's eyes froze, and he subconsciously lowered his body, blocked by layers of dense leaves, and watched the abnormal movements in the distance through a little gap.

A half-human-tall gray-black mouse gradually appeared in Long Yin's sight, a pair of huge front teeth exposed, narrow eyes, vigilantly looking at the wild boar hanging in the air.

The giant rat raised its head and hovered near the boar, not rushing forward. The slightest wind and grass is the slightest disturbance, and I am afraid it will slip away.

It has patience, and Long Yin is more patient. A rat and a fox compete with each other like this.

After about half a sound, the giant gray squirrel could no longer resist the temptation of the wild boar that was shaking in front of it, and it slowly leaned in.

Long Yin's heart was beating violently, hoping that the trap that had taken so long to make would have the effect it should have.

The gray rat got closer and closer to the boar, which was already bloody and fleshy, and just as it was about to bite it off, its feet suddenly emptied, and its entire body fell into the pit.

The giant rat in the "squeak" trap kept screaming.

Seeing that the giant rat had already fallen, Long Yin hurried closer, for fear that the giant rat would escape from the pit.

However, his worries were obviously a little unnecessary, and he saw that the spikes of those boulders had penetrated the soft body of the giant rat, and the blood was poured on the boulders, which was very miserable. The giant rat was firmly fixed to the stone thorns, unable to move up and down, his hands and feet were constantly dancing, and the "squeak" sound in his mouth was constant.

After struggling for a while, the giant rat simply cut off its anger, and its long rat tail hung down to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Long Yin was very satisfied, the power of these boulder spikes was finally worthy of his hard work.

"It's your turn!" Long Yin reached out his paw and touched the absurd scripture on his head.

It's just that there is no movement in the Wild Word Sutra this time.

"Hey, don't drop the chain at a critical time!" Seeing that the Wild Word Sutra didn't mean to make a move, Long Yin was a little anxious, if the Wild Word Sutra didn't help him refine the precious blood in the gray squirrel's body, then wouldn't he be busy in vain these days?

Long Yin chattered endlessly, and the sound of "cooing" in his mouth continued. He knew that he could understand his own thoughts.

seemed to be annoyed by Long Yin's quarrel, and the Wild Word Sutra exuded a faint brilliance, and reluctantly left Long Yin's body.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a drop of blood condensed from the gray rat's body floated in the air, and after doing all this, the Wild Character Sutra was fiercely printed on Long Yin's forehead, bringing a wave of impact to knock Long Yin to the ground.

Long Yin rubbed his slightly aching eyebrows, who would have thought that a character would actually lose his temper.

He swallowed that drop of precious blood into his belly, and sure enough, compared to the blood of the overlord-level fierce beast, this gray squirrel was much worse, and it was no wonder that the absurd word scripture would lose his temper. Even after that drop of precious blood entered his body, Long Yin couldn't feel any changes in his body, he smashed his lips, and he was a little unsatisfied.

It seems that the blood of ordinary beasts does not help him much. His goal still has to be placed on those overlord-level fierce beasts, but hunting the flying snake python can only be said to have picked up a big leak, and it is obviously impossible for him to face those overlord-level fierce beasts.

As soon as he thought of the terrifying strength of the overlord-level fierce beast, Long Yin was deflated, feeling that this path of improving his strength by devouring the blood of the treasure had come to an end.

He dragged out the shriveled corpse of the gray squirrel, and although the blood of ordinary beasts had little effect, it was better than nothing. No matter how you say it, he must be worthy of the sweat he has worked so hard for so many days.

After clearing the pit, Long Yin restored everything to its original state and lurked in the canopy again, waiting for the arrival of the next prey......

In a flash, five days have passed.

During this time, relying on the trap, Long Yin collected the blood of eleven fierce beasts almost effortlessly.

The only time it was more dangerous was to attract two fierce beasts at the same time, which took a lot of effort. Although these precious blood were digested and absorbed into the body, as Long Yin said, these precious blood really had little effect. It also made Long Yin more and more sure that the path of relying on the blood of ordinary fierce beasts to improve his strength was obviously impassable.

If you want to become stronger, you still have to kill the overlord-level beasts!