Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

Wu Fan's eyes flashed with black light. He looked carefully at the situation in the mist, his face became uncertain, and the stick he raised did not fall.

"Why, now that my senior brother is here, is it possible that fellow Daoist Wu is still unwilling to let me go?"

Seeing the hesitation on Wu Fan's face, Madam Qi's eyes flashed with joy, so she struck while the iron was hot. She seemed to be persuading him kindly, but there was obviously a threat in her words.

Wu Fan's eyes shook when he heard the words, and he couldn't help but be silent for a while, but soon, his eyes became fierce, and he suddenly snorted coldly.

"Hmph! Let's talk about it when he can come over. Today, I will not let you go again!"

As soon as the voice fell, Wu Fan no longer hesitated, and with a sudden force of his arm, he raised the stick and smashed it hard.

"What, you, are you crazy...? Senior brother, save me quickly!"

Madam Qi was so scared when she saw this scene that she shouted hurriedly.

But it was too late. In her eyes of fear and despair, the Sky-breaking Stick smashed down mercilessly.

The defensive light curtains formed by the layers of talismans were like bubbles that could be blown away. They had no power to resist. They shattered with several loud noises, and a shrill scream was heard at the same time. The next moment, the space fell into silence.

A mid-term peak cultivator, and a person of noble status, just fell like this.

Madam Qi's head was shattered, and her death was extremely tragic. Her Nascent Soul could not escape and was destroyed by the overflowing Tiangang Divine Thunder.

This scene was seen by the people of the nearby battle groups within dozens of miles, and everyone was stunned.

When the cultivators of the Falling Dragon Domain looked at Wu Fan, their eyes were obviously filled with fear, but most of them were sneers, and there was a hint of pity.

As for the Beidou Domain cultivators, their eyes were full of admiration when they looked at Wu Fan. After all, not everyone has the courage to kill a junior sister in front of a great cultivator, especially now that Party B is in a weak position. It is not difficult to imagine that Wu Fan will be hunted down in the future.

However, at this moment, an angry shout suddenly came from the sky, with a hint of disbelief, a heart-wrenching regret, and deep resentment.

"Asshole, you dare to disobey my order, I will peel off your skin, and I will make everyone in your sect bury you for this."

The voice was naturally made by Ming Qianzong, and the next moment, several thunderous noises suddenly came from the clouds in the sky, followed by a black shadow rushing out quickly and rushing towards this side.

Seeing this, Wu Fan's mind tightened, and he immediately wanted to escape from here, but then another sneer came from the sky.

"Hehe, old demon Ming, your opponent is me, you better stay!"

As soon as the voice fell, a demonic energy rolled in, instantly wrapping the black shadow inside, making it unable to move at all.

Then, bursts of thunder-like explosions sounded, and from time to time, there were dazzling silver rainbows in the demonic energy, and the demonic flame hand flashed by.

"Damn it, Fenlie, I'm not done with you today!"

"Don't say that nonsense, why, only you are allowed to kill people, but we are not allowed to fight back? If you want to kill fellow Daoist Wu, you have to see if I agree or not!"

"Okay, okay, I'll take revenge later, today I'll kill you first!"

"Just you? Humph! Overestimate your ability!"

Soon, in the dark cloud of demonic energy, the voices of Ming Qianzong and Venerable Fenlie arguing with each other were heard.

At this moment, Wu Fan felt relieved, so he didn't delay any longer and quickly collected Madam Qi's storage bag. Then, with a happy face, he collected the ancient spiritual instrument hairpin, the spiritual mirror, the long silk and other treasures, and looked at the windmill with burning eyes.

Faced with such a treasure, even Wu Fan, who has always been calm, couldn't suppress the joy in his heart. You know, he has been coveting this treasure for a long time, and he doesn't know how many times he has imagined taking it away. Now, he finally got what he wanted.

He knew exactly how fast this treasure was. It is no exaggeration to say that even ordinary great monks dare not say that they are faster than it. After all, this is a top-grade ancient spiritual instrument second only to the imitation spiritual treasure, and it is Ming Qianzong's personal item. Even in the entire continent, this treasure is probably among the best among all flying treasures.

It's just a pity that he can't use this treasure now, otherwise, it would be easy to escape from here, even if he saves a few people and then leaves, it's not a problem at all, he can come and go freely.

It seems that he can only find time to refine it. After all, Ming Qianzong is still alive now. It's not possible to refine the soul mark left by the other party overnight.

So he waved his arm lightly, and with a flash of blue clouds, the wind wheel immediately shrank and was put into the storage ring.

So without stopping, Wu Fan turned around and ran, he didn't want to get too close to Ming Qianzong.

However, he didn't expect the other party to be, at this time Ming Qianzong suddenly shouted angrily, and the sound spread throughout the radius of 100 miles.

"Xing Daoyou, don't get entangled with others, go and kill that Wu immediately."

As soon as this voice fell, a response came from a distance.

"Okay, don't worry, Friend Ming, that kid can't get away."

The next moment, a blood-red light flew towards this side from a cloud in the sky, as fast as lightning. In a few blinks of an eye, the figure was clearly seen. It was the newly advanced great cultivator, Xing Gusheng.

Wu Fan's face darkened when he saw this. While escaping, he looked back, smiled coldly, turned around, and flew straight to a mountain range behind Qianlong City.

But at this moment, an unexpected event occurred. A huge seal suddenly shot out from the void, like a small mountain, with green light flashing.

"Hey, kid, where do you want to run? You'd better wait for Elder Xing to come over."

The sky in the distance suddenly fluctuated like water ripples, and at the same time, a sturdy, tall, bearded, and fierce man with a strong back and strong waist appeared.

Judging from the fluctuations of the spiritual energy on this person, he was also a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and this person was none other than Shi Wankui, who had rebelled before.

However, this person was very smart. After showing his figure, he stopped far away in the sky and had no intention of coming over. Obviously, he had just seen Wu Fan showing his power, and knew that he was no match for him, so he only dared to hide in the distance to block him.

"Damn it,"

Wu Fan's face was extremely gloomy, but he didn't dare to delay. He swung his arm suddenly, and the Sky-Breaking Stick instantly flew into the sky, growing longer in the wind, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a huge one hundred feet long, like a giant pillar that supported the sky, and smashed towards the seal fiercely.

There was a loud "bang" and then a "crack", as if something was broken.

What he saw was that the seal as big as a small mountain, how did it come from, and how did it fly back, at an incredibly fast speed.

However, it was obvious that the seal was missing a corner, and the missing part accounted for one-tenth of the entire seal.

At this time, Wu Fan did not slow down and rushed forward.