Chapter 1178

"Good, good." He Lingchuan counted on his fingers, "Lighter than I expected; looks like stuffing it all in isn't a problem." Stuff it where?

The Soul-Capturing Mirror immediately cried out: "Hey hey hey, don't look for me! I can't do it!"

He Lingchuan flicked his finger on the mirror surface: Nobody's looking for you.

It has a mirror world; He Lingchuan has entered it before and caused massive destruction. The Soul-Capturing Mirror has been trying to evolve the mirror world, but currently it can only place living things inside when completely still, and it is not a portable, carry-on small world.

Because of this limitation, He Lingchuan never considered targeting it from the start.

He took something out of his storage ring and placed it in his palm.

This is a glazed ornament over a palm high, with an oval glazed cover on the outside, inside which there is a verdant bamboo grove, small house, courtyard, and pond. The bamboo leaves and eaves grass can still move without wind, appearing lifelike.

Even Dong Rui saw it for the first time: "What is this?"

"This is called the Bi Li Cave Heaven; it can store living things, but with quantity and weight limits, and limited to half an hour. The same living thing cannot be stored twice within two hours, or the body will collapse." He Lingchuan introduced, "If you weigh only three hundred catties, you can be placed inside, and we will take you directly away from Bai Tou Ling."

Dong Rui slapped the stone in amazement: "Wonderful, you still have such a treasure?"

Storage rings are not rare, but mustard-seed spaces that can store living things are uncommon. When did the surname He secretly hide such a treasure? He didn't know; this Bi Li Cave Heaven is He Lingchuan's spoil of war. Back then, when he investigated the longevity medicine case in Chi Yan Guo of Bei Jia, when the case was solved, Ji Bo Qing wanted to use the mustard-seed space to escape, but he saw through it.

Ji Bo Qing was captured, and the Bi Li Cave Heaven was taken by He Lingchuan as spoil of war.

San Wei then asked him: "Can it store my offspring?"

"Being able to store one of you would already be good." Elder sister, you're about to exceed the weight limit, you know that?

San Wei shook her tail, firmly saying: "No, I cannot abandon my children and escape alone!"

He Lingchuan has seen so many demons and monsters; this fox demon's maternal instinct is the strongest.

By comparison, Zhu Erniang is……cough.

Dong Rui complained: "At a life-or-death moment, you still want to talk about great love?"

Being able to think of a feasible plan at this moment is already good; it's still picking and choosing? Don't drag them two brothers down.

Well, worst case, we abandon this mission; he and Xiao He Zi will first slip away as a sign of respect.

The foxes also surrounded it, bleating and buzzing, all urging the Laozu Sect to seize the opportunity and escape quickly.

San Wei's attitude, however, never softened: "If we go, we go together; I already feel very sorry for them."

He Lingchuan also wasn't annoyed, only asking it: "Speaking of two sides, if the Yao people's tracking technique is placed on you, and you follow us, will the Yao people still chase and slaughter these little foxes?"

San Wei was startled, her tail stopped moving: "This, probably not necessary?"

The Yao people's first target is it, not its children. If the Yao people discover San Wei has suddenly left Bai Tou Ling, they will definitely turn back to pursue, and where would they still insist on its children?

"If the Yao people's tracking technique is not placed on you……" He Lingchuan slowly said, "you will at least sacrifice a few offspring, but the majority of the rest can be preserved."

"Staying here, being wiped out by the Yao people in one sweep; or hiding in the Bi Li Cave Heaven, going out with us, and sacrificing a few offspring to exchange for the safety of the majority." He Lingchuan calmly gave it two options, "You choose one yourself."

San Wei remained motionless, suddenly falling into indecision.

But He Lingchuan knew, there was really no choice.

Indeed, San Wei hesitated for more than ten breaths, then finally said: "I choose the second path……Do you really have confidence?"

"How would you know without trying?" He Lingchuan's one sentence left it speechless, "Weren't you also making many attempts before?"

Never mind having or not having confidence; people have a method while it doesn't, so it must listen to people.

"By the way, between you and these little foxes, can you communicate in real time?"

"Yes, within twenty li, I can connect with every fox in the clan." So when the Yao people skinned foxes alive, San Wei felt that pain——she could sense the clan's condition.

These clan-born, life-born demons, all have some mutual communication ability, such as the spider demon sisters, such as the Yin Hui. He Lingchuan was about to utilize this convenience.

"Good, then the confidence of success has increased by a fraction."

Next, he carefully explained his plan to the fox clan. Concerning life and death, every fox listened attentively.

"If the tracking technique is not placed on your old ancestor, then among you there will definitely be a few unlucky ones who will die, while the other foxes will have a chance to live." Encountering that situation, just accept fate.

At this time, the fox on watch at a high place ran back, chirping a few times. San Wei translated: "The Yao people are feeling around the nearby cave entrance."

Since there is a way, let's act quickly.

At that moment, He Lingchuan and Dong Rui climbed to another exit of the earth palace, placing the great demon San Wei into the Bi Li Cave Heaven.

The other fox demons scattered in a bustle, each going in different directions.

He Lingchuan walked and complained to Dong Rui: "When will your bat demon puppet be improved, at least able to carry another person?"

The flying demon puppet can carry one person, but now we have two people.

Dong Rui originally rode the strange bird demon puppet, dragged into the river by He Chuan Hua and He Lingchuan father and son; afterward, he felt remorse and really wanted to increase its load capacity.

So this bat demon puppet, after undergoing multiple modifications——

Still can only bear one person's weight.

"Is this limitation so easy to break through?" Dong Rui frowned, "Besides the demon puppet I modified, which bird demon do you see that can carry a person into the sky?"

Under the current spiritual qi environment, being able to carry one is already good." You might as well demand sword-flying flight!

"Besides, the enemy is too close, the demon puppet takes off too slowly, this is too dangerous."

Once the bat demon puppet enlarges, its wingspan exceeds four zhang, its body becomes overly conspicuous, takeoff brings flying sand and stones, and during the ascent it easily attracts attention.

"Let's go." They headed south, where torches were most sparse.

After running only a few hundred zhang, the two heard several miserable cries from afar, as if from the other side of the valley, but in the rustling night wind they couldn't hear clearly, and soon it stopped.

"Probably the fox demons injured people." This is a necessary sacrifice, Dong Rui didn't mind, "They're buying us time, hurry up."

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Forest stream, spring water tinkling.

Originally clear to the bottom stream water, now stained red with fresh blood.

On the bank, corpses lay scattered in all directions, two people had just been beaten into rolling gourds, weapons flew out two zhang away, one sword "duo" nailed into the tree trunk with a sound.

They climbed up, and without prior agreement ran in the opposite direction.

One of them hadn't run ten zhang when he heard a mournful cry "ah" from the rear diagonal! His companion died. His heart tightened, and he ran even faster.

Who would have thought that after running another ten or so paces, clearly already far from the stream, a black shadow suddenly emerged from the woods, blocking the way ahead.

Moonlight struck the black scale armor, refracting a chilling light that filled one with despair.

Upon seeing this, his liver and gall nearly burst: was it not the black-armored killer who had just unleashed a massacre? The armor was shrouded in black mist, obscuring the wearer's form entirely.

He screamed in terror, lacking even the courage to fight back, changed direction under his feet, and bolted with all his might.

He had never run this fast in his entire life.

Yet in the very next instant, he felt his throat tighten—someone had seized him from behind and lifted him high into the air!

He was no slowpoke either; gripping his knife, he thrust it backward in a reverse stab aimed at the opponent's waist and abdomen.

The other did not dodge or evade; the blade tip scraped against the armor, sending out a spark.

At this life-or-death juncture, he summoned every ounce of strength, and thus the knife edge snapped cleanly with a clear "clang."

The feel of that black armor was somewhat strange, not as brittle and hard as ordinary metal. But he had no leisure to ponder it further, for the black-armored one also pressed his other hand against his throat, slowly pulling outward!

This indescribable agony made him scream until his voice broke.

"Ying people, you Ying folk are surely doomed to a bad end!"

When the other Ying people and the demon tribe arrived and saw this scene: the clan chief gripping the enemy guard's neck, slowly but firmly twisting it off.

No, not only that.

He also yanked out nearly half of the man's spinal column along with it, fresh blood spraying everywhere across the ground.

Until a crisp "crack" sounded—the victim's spine snapped, and his wretched cries finally ceased.

The Ying people who followed the clan chief out were all brave warriors, yet upon seeing this scene they still turned pale, hearts trembling with residual fear. Meanwhile, several demon wolves beside them kept licking their noses, restless and uneasy.

A Xun also rushed over, seeing the sight he shouted loudly: "Father! The battle is already over!"

This is a massacre!

With that shout, the clan chief finally cast aside the corpse and the severed head.

Fresh blood splattered onto the armor, and in the blink of an eye it vanished, as if sucked into the battle armor itself.

His gaze swept over, and he was quite satisfied to see fear appearing on his clansmen's faces; only then did he stride back.

Everyone looked at one another, dazed for a long while before catching up, all feeling utterly bewildered.

They had originally thought the clan chief would devise some assassination plot against the target, but who would have guessed the leader directly chose outright slaughter!

This escort team of over two hundred men was utterly slaughtered by them—over one hundred and ninety killed.

Merely the clan chief alone accounted for at least seventy or eighty of those guards; his extraordinarily fierce and brutal savagery terrified the opposition into losing their courage, morale plummeting.

As he walked, the clan chief asked: "Are all the people dead?"

"Three escaped, and someone released a bird to report the news just before dying." The clansmen felt ashamed: "We failed to shoot it down in time."

"Trash!" The clan chief backhanded him with a punch, sending the man flying several zhang; he struck a tree and then remained motionless.

A Xun could see blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, rushed over to examine him, and found this poor fellow had three broken ribs, fortunately not having snapped his neck.

The other Ying people dared not step forward, secretly feeling apprehensive in their hearts.

Second Uncle flared up: "You treat your own people like this, ah? Did he not kill for you? Did he not block blades for you?"

The clan chief snorted, paid no heed, and quickly strode back toward the stream.

The target was not dead, merely having his leg broken and leaning against a tree, guarded by Ying tribesmen.

This was a thin, weak man over thirty years old, in such pain his face was drenched in cold sweat. The clan chief seemed intent on letting him witness firsthand how his guard corps was slaughtered and scattered.

The clan chief squatted down, locked eyes with him: "Don't blame us—it's you who sought death."

(End of Chapter)