Chapter 1160 You Are Asking for Death

"Okay, okay." He Lingchuan counted with his fingers, "It's lighter than I expected. It seems that it won't be a problem to fit it all in."

Where to put it?

The soul-capturing mirror immediately shouted: "Hey, hey, hey, don't look for me! I can't do it!"

He Lingchuan flicked his finger on the mirror:

No one is looking for you.

It has a mirror world, and He Lingchuan went into it and wreaked havoc. The Soul-Taking Mirror has been trying to evolve the world in the mirror, but currently it can only put living things in when it is completely still, and it is not a movable and portable small world.

Because of this restriction, He Lingchuan had no idea about it from the beginning.

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

This is a glass ornament that is more than a palm high. The outside is an oval glass cover, and there are green bamboo forests, huts, yards, and ponds inside. Bamboo leaves and eaves can also move automatically in the absence of wind, making them look lifelike.

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

"This is called the Xili Cave. It can store living things, but there are limits on quantity and weight, and it is limited to half an hour. The same living thing cannot be hidden twice in two hours, otherwise the body will collapse." He Lingchuan introduced He said, "If you only have three hundred kilograms, you can put it in it and we will take you directly away from Baidu Ridge."

Dong Rui exclaimed: "Wonderful, you still have such a treasure?"

Storage rings are not uncommon, but mustard spaces that can store living things are rare. When did the person named He secretly hide such a treasure?

He didn't know that this Xili Dongtian was He Lingchuan's trophy. In the past, he was investigating the elixir case in the Chiyan Kingdom of Bejia. When the case was solved, Ling Boqing wanted to use the mustard space to escape, but he found out.

Ling Boqing was arrested, and He Lingchuan pocketed Xiuli Dongtian as a trophy.

But Sanwei asked him: "Can you put my heir into it?"

"It would be great if you can pretend to be one." Sister, you are almost overweight, you know.

Sanwei shook his tail and said firmly: "No, I can't leave the children and escape alone!"

He Lingchuan has seen so many monsters, and this fox monster has the most maternal nature.

In comparison, Zhu Erniang is... cough.

Dong Rui was dissatisfied: "When life and death are at stake, you still want to talk about great love?"

It would be great if he could come up with a feasible solution at this time, but he is still picky? Don't bother these two brothers.

Well, at worst, this task won't be done, and he and Xiao Hezi will sneak away first as a courtesy.

The foxes were also buzzing around it, all trying to persuade the ancestor to seize the opportunity and run away quickly.

Sanwei's attitude never softened: "We have to go together. I feel sorry for them."

He Lingchuan didn't worry and just asked it: "Let's put it in two words. If the Yao people's tracking skills were used on you and you left with us, would the Yao people still have to chase these little foxes and kill them?"

Sanwei was startled and stopped wagging his tail: "This shouldn't be necessary, right?"

Yaoren's first target is it, not its children. If the Yao people found out that the three tails suddenly left Baitou Ridge, they would definitely turn around and chase them. How could they still be obsessed with its children?

"If Yao Ren's tracking technique is not used on you, then..." He Lingchuan said slowly, "You will sacrifice at least a few of your heirs, but most of the rest will be preserved."

"Stay here and be hunted down by the Yao people; or hide in the Xili Cave, go out with us, and sacrifice a few offspring in exchange for the safety of the majority." He Lingchuan gave it two options calmly, "You choose one yourself. ”

Sanwei remained motionless and suddenly became entangled.

But He Lingchuan knew that there was no choice at all.

Sure enough, Sanwei hesitated for more than ten breaths, and finally said: "I will choose the second path... Are you really sure?"

"How will you know if you don't try?" He Lingchuan silenced it with just one sentence, "Didn't you try a lot before?"

Don't talk about whether you are sure or not. If others have a solution but it doesn't, it has to listen to others.

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

"Yes, within twenty miles, I can contact every fox in the clan." That's why the three tails felt so painful when the Yao people skinned the foxes alive - it could feel the state of the clan members.

The monsters that live in these groups all have the ability to communicate with each other, such as the spider monster sisters and the Yin Hui. He Lingchuan was about to take advantage of this convenience.

"Okay, then your chances of success are even greater."

Next, he carefully explained his plan to the Fox Clan. It was a matter of life and death, and every fox listened carefully.

"If the tracking spell hadn't been cast on your ancestors, a few unlucky ones among you would have died, while other foxes would have had a chance to survive." In that case, just accept your fate.

At this time, the fox who was on guard high up ran back and chirped a few times. Sanwei translated: "Yao Ren is about to reach the nearby cave entrance."

Now that we have a solution, we should act quickly.

At the moment, He Lingchuan and Dong Rui climbed to another exit of the underground palace and took the Three-Tailed Demon into Xili Cave.

The other fox demons dispersed in a hurry and went in different directions.

He Lingchuan complained to Dong Rui as he walked: "When will your bat demon be improved? At least one more person must be carried, right?"

The flying demon puppet carries one person, but now there are two of them.

Dong Rui was dragged down the river by He Chunhua and He Lingchuan father and son while riding a strange bird demon puppet. Afterwards, he learned the painful experience and wanted to increase the load.

So after many transformations of this bat demon——

Still can only carry one person.

"Is this limit so easy to break through?" Dong Rui said with a stern face, "Except for the demon puppets I transformed, which bird demon can take people to the sky?"

In the current spiritual environment, it would be good to be able to carry one. "You might as well ask to fly with a sword!"

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

Once the bat demon puppet grows bigger, its wingspan exceeds four feet, and its body is too conspicuous. When it takes off, there are flying sand and rocks, and it is easy to attract attention during the ascent.

"Let's go." They ran to the south, where the torches were the sparsest.

After running a few hundred feet, the two heard a few screams from afar, as if on the other side of the valley, but they couldn't hear clearly in the rustling night wind, and they stopped quickly.

"It's probably the fox demon that hurt people." This is a necessary sacrifice, Dong Rui didn't care, "They are buying us time, let's go."

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The stream in the forest, the spring water gurgles.

The stream, which was originally clear to the bottom, is now stained red with blood.

There were dead bodies lying all over the shore. Two people were beaten to a pulp, their weapons flew two meters away, and one of the knives was nailed to the tree trunk with a "snap".

They got up and ran in the opposite direction at the same time.

One of them didn't run ten meters before he heard a shrill scream of "Ah" from behind!

His companion was dead. His heart tightened and he ran faster.

But after running more than ten steps, he was already far away from the stream, and suddenly a black shadow appeared in the forest and blocked the way.

The moonlight hit the black scales, reflecting a desperate cold light.

When this man saw it, his heart and gall bladder were broken: Isn't it the black-armored man who just killed people?

The armor was shrouded in black mist, and the wearer's figure could not be seen clearly.

He screamed in fear, and didn't even have the courage to fight. He changed his foot direction and ran wildly.

He had never run so fast in his life.

However, the next moment, he felt his neck tighten, and someone grabbed him from behind and lifted him up high!

He was not slow either, and he grabbed the knife and stabbed the opponent's waist and abdomen with his backhand.

The opponent did not dodge or evade, and the tip of the knife scratched the armor, and a spark popped out.

At the critical moment of life and death, he used all his strength, so the blade broke with a crisp "clang".

The touch of the black armor was a bit strange, not as brittle and hard as ordinary metal. But he had no time to experience it again, because the black-armored man also pressed his neck with his other hand and slowly pulled it out!

This indescribable pain made him scream until his voice broke.

"Ying people, you Ying people must not die well!"

When other Ying people and the demon tribe arrived, they saw this scene:

The clan leader grabbed the enemy guard's neck and broke it slowly but firmly.

No, not only that.

He also pulled out a small part of the man's spine, and blood splattered all over the ground.

Until a snap, the victim's spine broke, and the screams finally stopped.

The Ying people who followed the tribe leader were all brave warriors, but they still turned pale and were frightened when they saw this scene. Several demon wolves on the side kept licking their noses and were restless.

A Xun also rushed over and shouted: "Father! The battle is over!"

This is a massacre!

After he shouted, the tribe leader threw away the corpse and the head.

The blood splashed on the armor and disappeared in an instant, as if it was absorbed by the armor.

He glanced and was very satisfied with the fear on the faces of the tribe members, and then he strode back.

Everyone looked at each other, and it took a long time before they caught up, and they all felt incredible.

They thought the tribe leader would try to assassinate the target, but they didn't know that the leader chose to kill directly!

They killed more than 190 of the more than 200 guards.

The chief alone killed at least 70 or 80 guards. His unusual ferocity and brutality frightened the enemy and greatly reduced their morale.

The chief asked as he walked: "Did they kill everyone?"

"Three escaped, and someone released a bird to report before dying." The tribe members were ashamed, "We didn't shoot them down in time."

"Waste!" The chief punched him back, and the man was knocked several feet away, and he didn't move after hitting the tree.

A Xun could see the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and rushed over to check, and found that the unlucky guy had three broken ribs, but fortunately his neck was not broken.

The other Ying people didn't dare to step forward, and they were secretly afraid.

The second uncle was angry: "You treat your own people like this, huh? Hasn't he killed people for you, hasn't he blocked a knife for you?"

The chief snorted, ignored it, and walked back to the stream.

The target was not dead, his legs were broken and he leaned against a tree, and was guarded by the Ying people.

This was a thin man in his thirties, with cold sweat on his face due to pain. The chief seemed to want him to watch with his own eyes as his guards were killed and dispersed.

The chief squatted down and looked him in the eye: "Don't blame us, you are asking for death."