Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

The person who came was a short old man, wearing a set of blood-colored cloth, with a pair of mouse eyes, messy hair, and yellow and protruding teeth. He was extremely ugly, but his cultivation level was not low. He was actually a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul. .

"Why are you so anxious, Fellow Taoist Wuma? You just came here three days ago. If I hadn't waited for you, I would have attacked Xia Kingdom long ago."

Upon hearing this, a look of disgust flashed in Old Demon Sikong's eyes, but on the surface he remained calm, as if it was just a complaint between friends.

"Hey, I was refining a "Blood Spirit Pill" before, and I really couldn't spare the time. Didn't I rush here just after finishing the work?"

"But before coming here, I was invited to go to "Lingchi Country" to participate in the celebration, so I will leave immediately as soon as things here are over."

The ugly old man gave a weird laugh, glanced at Xuanchengzi whose eyes were spitting fire in the distance, and then began to narrate unhurriedly, his voice was like a broken gong, extremely unpleasant to listen to.

"In that case, let's take action quickly. This man has Gong Yanghan's Purple Thunder Mirror in his hands. It's really difficult for me to deal with him by myself. It would be easier for you and me to kill him together."

Although Sikong Laomo didn't have a good impression of this person, he was extremely polite in his words.

However, it can also be seen from this that the two of them are not likely to be friends. At most, there is some kind of transaction.

"Hehe, it's easy to talk, but after the matter is over, don't forget what Taoist Sikong promised me."

The ugly old man said with a greedy look on his face and a strange smile.

Sikong Laomo really didn't want to pay attention to this person, so he just nodded indifferently.

But then Xuanchengzi's furious voice came over.

"Wuma'e, I went through life and death with you in Falling Dragon Valley back then. I didn't expect that you would not miss the old relationship at all and actually help this old demon Sikong come to deal with me. I was really wrong back then and would treat you like a pig and dog. Something worse is brought into our team.”

Xuanchengzi had a look of resentment on his face and looked at Wumae with blazing anger in his eyes.

"Jiejie..., Xuanchengzi, you still have the nerve to say that those people you contracted with were always targeting me, and the treasures they shared were extremely unfair. I have always been resentful of it. There is another thing that I am not afraid to tell you. You were deeply involved in it back then. During the killing array, I was the one who was behind it, but I didn’t expect you to escape alive.”

Wuma'e was not angry after hearing this. After letting out a sinister laugh, he actually revealed a shocking secret.

"What..., that beast turned out to be you? Wuma'e, if I, the old Taoist, survive today, I will kill every piece of your "Ghost Blood Cult" and make your sect disappear forever in the world of immortality."

Upon hearing this, a look of resentment suddenly appeared in Xuan Chengzi's eyes. He was so angry that he was trembling with rage. He gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Hey, are you angry now? Haha... I'm afraid you can only say harsh words today. Since I have chosen to come here, I will naturally not let you survive in this world."

Seeing Xuanchengzi's expression, Wuma'e couldn't help laughing, as if this scene made him happy.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense and get started."

Sikong Laomo on the side couldn't help but frowned when he saw the two chatting with each other, so he urged.

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Wuma'e's reply, his mind moved, and the black flame magic knife suddenly struck Xuan Chengzi.

Seeing this scene, Xuanchengzi could only suppress the hatred in his heart, opened his mouth hurriedly, and blurted out a flying sword with silver light.

Obviously, this flying sword is Xuanchengzi's natal magic weapon.

The flying sword and the magic knife collided together instantly, but after a loud noise, the two were evenly matched and were blown away almost at the same time.

But soon, the two launched another attack.

But this time, the two of them used all their methods.

But it has to be said that now that Xuanchengzi had the Purple Thunder Mirror in hand, with all his strength, Old Demon Sikong quickly fell below.

When Wumae on the side saw this, he wanted to fly over to help.

But at this moment, three figures flashed over and immediately stood in front of him.

The people who came were none other than Master Chonghe, Master Qingyang, and He Liantian who were not far away.

Without saying a word, the three people immediately stood in a row. Chonghe Zhenren quickly lined up his hands behind Qingyang Zhenren, while He Liantian put his arms on Chonghe Zhenren's shoulders.

Then a strange scene appeared. As the obscure spells came out, a dazzling white light suddenly lit up on the three people's bodies. It was as if the spiritual energy in the three people's bodies were connected. The white light kept flowing back and forth on the three people's bodies.

In less than a breath, an abnormal blush appeared on Master Qingyang's face, but at this time, the aura on his body suddenly surged.

The next moment, Master Qingyang suddenly shouted loudly, then suddenly stretched his arms forward, and a sword energy soaring to the sky was instantly shot out from between his two fingers.

Although this sword aura is only a few feet long, the aura exuding from it is no different from the sword aura of Xuanchengzi before. It looks extremely powerful at first glance.

"Hey...! This combined attack secret technique is so powerful! But hey, you three juniors can't stop me for long."

Seeing this scene, Wumae couldn't help but have a look of surprise in his eyes, but soon he saw something fishy and couldn't help but laugh strangely.

But at this time, he did not dare to neglect anything, and immediately stopped to rescue the old demon Sikong. So while pulling back, the blood cloud surged out from his body again, and immediately covered an area of ​​more than ten feet in radius.

Then, the blood cloud that made people want to vomit squirmed for a while, and a blood-colored shield condensed in front of them in an instant, as if it was a real object, and it easily blocked the sky-high sword energy.

Even though the shield dissipated a little, it soon recovered after a while of squirming.

However, the real person Qingyang in the distance did not intend to stop, and the second and third sword energy flew out one after another.

Seeing this scene, Wu Ma'er snorted coldly, and the blood cloud outside his body suddenly boiled, and then a blood-colored spear with the thickness of a bucket and more than ten feet long suddenly shot out from the blood cloud.

After a few muffled sounds, the sword energy was blocked again.

And with such a delay here, the old demon Sikong in the distance was beaten back by Xuan Chengzi, looking unable to resist.

The two of them naturally saw what happened to Wu Ma'er. Although Sikong Lao Mo's face was a little livid, his eyes were very calm. Then he suddenly looked up and whistled, as if conveying some information.

Soon, a response was received from a distance. Six people flew out of the enemy camp and rushed over here. A closer look showed that they were all late Jindan cultivators.

Xuan Chengzi frowned secretly when he saw this, but he had no way to deal with it.

"Let my men deal with those three juniors. They also have a magic combined attack secret technique. It is more than enough to deal with those three people. Fellow Daoist Wu Ma, come and help me."

While fighting, Sikong Lao Mo took the time to glance at Wu Ma'er and said to him lightly.

Obviously, he also came prepared.