Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

However, if during this period of time, whether it is Zhou Shentong or Wu Fan, as long as one person can free his hands, it is hard to say that he can turn defeat into victory, but at least he can kill the enemy's high-level monks who are too timid to continue to hunt down Party B's Nascent Soul. Period monk.

If this is the case, if nothing else happens, the enemy Yuanying monks will eventually hide in the army and rely on large-scale spells to attack the army.

But you must know that once the enemy Nascent Soul monks hide in the army, even late-stage monks such as Qian Yang and Fen Lie will not dare to face the large-scale spells cast by thousands of people alone, unless they don't want to alive.

In this way, the best result is that the two armies become a tug of war, and Party B also hopes to lead the remaining troops to escape from here.

As for Qianlong City, the only option is to give it up.

"Hmph! You're really loud. Even a mid-term monk wants to kill me. Do you think Xing can be made out of clay?"

Xing Gusheng was furious when he heard this, his face turned red with excitement, and he couldn't help but snorted angrily.

Wu Fan's words were like a handful of salt sprinkled on his wounds, making him feel unspeakable pain and aggrieved.

Although he spoke tough, he didn't have much confidence in his heart.

To be honest, until now, he is getting more and more angry. Only he knows his own affairs. What the other party said is right. If the fight continues like this, he really won't be able to hold on for long.

If he really can't stop the other party and lets this kid go and massacre the monks from Party B, then he will really have no dignity at all in the future, and may even make people laugh at him.

Wu Fan can be said to be a murderer, and what he said made Xing Gusheng feel like he was being stepped on. The arrogance that he had just been promoted to a great monk was completely gone.

"Hehe, you seem to have said this just now, but it seems that it is not difficult for Wu to kill you."

Seeing the other party's excited look, Wu Fan raised the corners of his mouth, smiled mockingly again, then raised his stick and hit the other party.

He didn't want to waste time anymore. Now that Party B has another great monk here, he has nothing to be afraid of. To be honest, except for the other two great monks and the eighth-level demon cultivator, the enemy army has nothing to fear. He really isn't afraid of anyone.

Suddenly, bursts of loud noises were heard.

Although Xing Gusheng was furious when he heard this, he did not dare to be negligent in the slightest, nor did he use the power of words with Wu Fan, and hurriedly struck back.

There is almost no difference from the previous scene. Apart from the lunar ghost fire and the natal magic weapon chain, Xing Gusheng's only means are this method and several spells.

But these are really nothing to Wu Fan.

Just like this, only a few moments passed before Xing Gusheng began to struggle. It was obvious that he had reached the end of his attack.

Even if he throws a few pills into his mouth from time to time, it doesn't help at all. His face becomes paler and paler, and even the re-condensation of the broken arm becomes slower and slower.

So after a while, Xing Gusheng sighed secretly, glanced at Wu Fan bitterly, turned around and fled away.

"I want to leave now, but I'm afraid it's too late. You'd better stay!"

Looking at the huge Fa Xiang who was escaping quickly, Wu Fan smiled sinisterly, flapped his wings behind his back, and instantly appeared above the Fa Xiang's head.

Then his body swayed slightly, and a piece of golden light suddenly burst out of his body, covering a radius of several hundred feet, directly covering the Dharma within it.

At the same time, Fa Xiang's figure froze, and his speed instantly dropped by 30%.

"This, what is this?"

Xing Gusheng was shocked, suddenly raised his head and looked upward, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"You don't have to worry about what it is. As long as you get close to me, it will be almost impossible for you to escape."

Wu Fan smiled coldly, raised his stick and hit the Dharma Prime Minister without saying a word.

"Damn it!"

A trace of panic flashed in Xing Gusheng's eyes, and after yelling, he hurriedly controlled the Dharma to fight back, and at the same time took long strides to escape into the distance.

After all, he was a great monk, and even though he was suppressed by Jin Yuan Chongguang, he was still extremely fast.

But Wu Fan was like a dog-skin plaster, following the opponent and hitting him hard. After just a few hits, Xing Gusheng secretly cried out in pain, and his arm that condensed the Dharma was overwhelmed.

Until Xing Gusheng's forehead was dripping with sweat, he finally couldn't hold on any longer and suddenly turned his head and shouted into the distance!

"Friend Ming Dao, come here quickly to support me, I can't hold on any longer!"

Xing Gusheng was really scared. If this continued, he might really die here.

Soon, an angry snort came from high in the distance.

"Hmph! It's in vain that I tried my best to help you improve your cultivation. But you are good. You can't even beat a mid-level monk. You really let me down. Alas! Forget it, fellow Taoist Tantai, fellow Taoist Shi, fellow Taoist Jinchan, and fellow Taoist Changsun. Friends, the four of you go over and give him a helping hand, and you must deal with that kid as soon as possible."

This voice was made by Ming Qianzong. There was deep anger and disappointment in the voice. As for the last sentence, he was obviously giving instructions to others.

When this sentence fell into Xing Gusheng's ears, his face turned red and white. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he snorted coldly and fell silent.

At the same time, responses came from four directions.

"Okay, this kid is indeed a nuisance. It's better to get rid of him as soon as possible. Fairy Mu Lin, you pester the Beast Spirit King first, and I'll be back soon!"

As soon as the sound fell, a figure suddenly flew out from a group of monster beasts in the distance. As fast as lightning, it flew straight towards Wu Fan. When he took a closer look, he saw that it was Tantai Yi.

When this person left, the Beast Spirit King, who was controlling the beasts to defend with all his strength, felt relieved, but the next moment, he looked at Wu Fan again with a worried look in his eyes.

At the same time, Shi Wankui, a short and fat demon cultivator with pus-filled skin all over his body, who looked like a toad, and a tall and thin old man with white hair and long beard and bloodshot eyes, also left their opponents behind and flew quickly towards this place.

As far as the eye could see, the four people, including Tan Taiyi, were all cultivators in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

When Shi Wankui and the other three left, their opponents immediately felt relieved. Although they were still stopped by others, at least they were no longer worried about their lives, including Xia Yuzhu and Jiang Ruyu.

However, Jiang Ruyu was fine, but Xia Yuzhu was worried about Wu Fan.

At this moment, Venerable Fen Lie in the sky was also very anxious. He didn't want Wu Fan to make any mistakes, so he immediately sent people to help. However, after a glance, he found that all the cultivators of Party B were in danger and no one could spare a hand.

This scene made him secretly hate it, and finally shook his head helplessly. Now Wu Fan could only pray for the best.

As for the real person Gan Yang, he also sighed secretly and looked at Wu Fan with a worried look.

But the next scene, no one expected, Wu Fan just glanced at the four people in the distance, his face sank, and he turned around and fled without saying a word, abandoning Xing Gusheng.