Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

So after a while, everyone, led by Gan Yang and Fen Lie, flew straight to the eastern city wall.

As for the 100,000 troops, they also went to other garrisons under the arrangement of their respective senior generals.

Now there is still some time before the enemy attacks, enough for Party B's army to arrange deployment.

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After a cup of tea, the city wall of Qianlong City, which was as wide as a dragon and stretched for countless miles, was already filled with countless monks.

These people all looked solemn and murderous. Although they were dressed differently, they were well-trained and stood in neat rows like ordinary mortals.

It seems that after decades of fighting with the enemy, these ordinary monks who were unruly and undisciplined in the past have now been trained into regular troops with blood and energy. The terrible deterrent power makes people feel terrified.

As for the more than 70 old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage, they all gathered on the central city gate at this moment, waiting for the enemy to arrive.

But here, only Wu Fan was missing.

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At the same time, on a deserted section of the city wall, Xiang Tianlong, Yin Xiang, and Wu Jiangchen were standing in a corner with their heads bowed, and opposite the three, Wu Fan stood with his hands behind his back, looking indifferent.

“Greetings, Master Uncle, why did Master Uncle ask the three of us to come here?”

The three of them bowed together, and Yin Xiang asked in confusion.

"It seems that we have a better chance of winning this time, but the enemy is well prepared. It's still uncertain who will win in the end. Even if we win in the end, you may still be worried about your lives."

"And I promised you before that I would find a way to save your lives, and now I can't break my promise. Take these talismans, three for each person, one for invisibility, one for escape, and the last one for high-level attack. I believe that as long as there are no Yuanying stage cultivators chasing you, you will have no problem escaping with your lives."

Wu Fan didn't waste any words. He stretched out his hand and took out nine talismans. With a flick of his arm, the nine talismans automatically dispersed and flew towards the three people, exactly three for each person.

Yin Xiang and the other two were overjoyed when they saw this. They quickly reached out to take it. After taking a closer look, their faces were even more excited. You know, these three talismans are not ordinary things. It is no exaggeration to say that even if the three of them spent all their money, they would not be able to buy them. It can be said that each of them can save lives.

"Disciple thanks Uncle Master for taking care of you!"

The three of them did not dare to neglect it. They quickly bowed and saluted with great sincerity, and then carefully put it into the storage bag.

To be honest, the three of them had been worried before, afraid that their lives would end here. I didn't expect Uncle Master to remember his original promise and actually took the time to come here in person. This great favor is not small.

"It's nothing. Since I have trained you three, I will not sit idly by. Remember, run away quickly when you see the situation is not good. Saving your life is the most important thing."

Wu Fan waved his hand carelessly, and after giving some instructions, he flew straight into the sky with a flash of light on his body.

"Disciple, remember the uncle's teachings!"

The three looked at each other and bowed again to Wu Fan's back in the sky.

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Two hours passed in a flash. It was noon at this moment. The scorching sun was hanging high in the sky, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere.

The entire city wall was silent, and hundreds of thousands of people stared at the front without blinking, their eyes filled with murderous aura.

And above the city gate in the central area, more than 70 old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage also stopped talking and stared at the huge plain battlefield in front.

But at this moment, a majestic voice suddenly came.

"The enemy is coming, everyone get ready!"

Gan Yang's eyes flashed, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the horizon.

As soon as the voice fell, more than 70 people took off into the air without saying a word, and their spiritual energy was agitated.

In the crowd, Wu Fan also slowly rose into the air, quietly holding the inch-long Sky-breaking Stick in his palm, ready, but his apparent cultivation was still in the early stage of the Nascent Soul.

As for the Beast Spirit King, Gong Yugan, Xia Yuzhu, and Taishigong, they stopped not far from him.

Only Old Lu was blocked by Gan Yang and Fen Lie, but he was holding a formation plate in his hand, and his eyes were extremely sharp.

At this moment, a rumbling sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from the distant horizon, and then the sound became louder and louder, and finally became one, like a muffled thunder.

But soon, small black dots appeared in the sky, densely packed, like locusts passing through. The specific number could not be seen, but they were more than ten miles away from the horizon.

In the rapid movement, those small black dots slowly showed their original forms, and they were all flying treasures of different sizes and shapes.

There were pitch-black warships that were thousands of feet long, flying magic weapons that were hundreds of feet high like fortresses, dark clouds filled with yin energy, huge coffins with a pungent smell of blood, and large flying boats of various colors. But without exception, these flying treasures were filled with monks. A rough look showed that there were at least 500,000 of them.

When the enemy army was still more than ten miles away from Qianlong City, the flying treasures suddenly stopped, and then countless monks on them flew out quickly and well-trained, forming battle groups of different sizes, standing in neat positions and maintaining mysterious formations.

The next moment, waves of long bells came from the enemy camp, shaking thousands of miles away, extremely urgent.

At the same time, the sound of war drums also rumbled in Qianlong City. The two sounds were like raging waves. The sound intertwined, rendering the place extremely solemn, and the signal for a war was officially sounded.

The two sides haven't taken action yet, but the shocking murderous aura filled the air between the two formations.

A moment later, dozens of figures suddenly rushed out of the enemy camp, standing high in the sky in front of them, each with extraordinary temperament.

A closer look revealed that these people were all Nascent Soul stage monks without exception, and there were more than sixty of them.

But when this scene fell in the eyes of the Yuan Ying stage monks in Qianlong City, not only were they not happy, but they inadvertently frowned, their expressions turned ugly, and some people even had panic in their eyes.

"Damn it, that "Xing Gusheng" has actually advanced to the late stage. No wonder I haven't seen him in the past twenty years."

Master Qianyang took a deep breath, stared at a person in the enemy camp gloomily, and couldn't help but curse.

"This boy Xing has a chance. It seems that "Ming Qianzong" and "Wuma Yi" have spared no effort to train this person. Alas! Now that the other side has another great monk, this battle is better than ours It might be a little harder than expected.”

Venerable Fen Lie was also furious, but in the end he shook his head and sighed.

"Hmph! It's just a little more difficult. In the end, our side will definitely win this battle."

Master Qianyang's eyes flashed with evil intent, and he couldn't help but said with a cold snort.

"Haha, that's true. After all, in terms of numbers, we have ten more people than the other party, not to mention...!"

Fen Lie smiled and nodded, then turned his head and glanced at Wu Fan above him intentionally or unintentionally.