Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

Hearing this, a smile flashed in Ling'er's eyes, and she silently took a step back.

At this time, Wu Fan flipped his hands and took out four formation flags, holding them in both hands. After a few spells were heard, he waved his arms vigorously.

Suddenly, buzzing sounds suddenly came from the four directions of the mountains not far from here, and then a spiritual light rose, and a wave of terrifying air spread.

The next moment, a huge fireball suddenly shot out from the forest in one direction, drawing a parabola and hitting the deep stream.

This fireball was more than ten feet in size, blazing with flames, like a small sun, and it crashed into the maze of formations in a flash.

At the same time, in the forest in the other direction, a huge spear shot out from the sky, and there were bursts of sonic booms along the way.

But it wasn't over yet. Immediately afterwards, from the other two directions, countless three-foot-long wind blades and yellow earth that were many feet long shot out, and finally they all shot into the maze.

After Wu Fan finished doing this, he looked down and smiled solemnly. At the same time, he waved his arm. As a ray of light flashed by, four soul-eating scorpions appeared, each with respectful eyes, floating in the air.

"The four of you go to those formation places to add spiritual stones, and you must not slack off at all."

Wu Fan didn't even raise his head. After giving a cold command, he threw out four storage bags.

"Hiss...!"

Several chirps were heard, and the four soul-eating scorpions took the storage bag and flew straight into the distance, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

At this time, bursts of roaring and explosion sounds could be heard below, as well as Ming Qianzong's curses.

Looking down through the mist and miasma, Ming Qianzong's face was extremely gloomy at this moment, and a tripod-shaped magic weapon was suspended above his head.

This treasure is three feet in size, with three legs and two ears. The walls of the cauldron are covered with various oracle-like fonts. It looks extremely mysterious. It is unknown what kind of metal material the whole body is made of, and the whole body is black.

I saw that the black tripod was slowly rotating, but in the sky above it, there was a phantom light shield covering a radius of more than ten feet. If you look closely, you can see that the light shield is shining with golden light, just like the real thing.

At this time, the light shield tightly protected Hei Ding and Ming Qianzong below. All the fireballs, spears, wind blades, earth thorns and other attacks that fell down were blocked by this light shield and could not hurt Ming Qianzong. Thousands of cents.

However, although this light shield seemed indestructible, as time passed, cracks appeared on it and it shook continuously.

"Damn it, we actually arranged a killing array in advance."

Ming Qianzong raised his head and stared at the scene above, and couldn't help but cursed.

Seeing that the light shield was about to break, he took a long breath, made a quick seal with his hands, and then pointed at the black cauldron above his head.

As the word "shield" blurted out, the black cauldron trembled slightly, and a golden character about ten feet in size suddenly flew out of the cauldron's mouth. Although this font is not a common character in the world of immortality today, it can still be seen that it is an ancient character. The word "shield".

As soon as the character appeared, it was instantly submerged into the light shield above. Then an incredible scene appeared. The light shield, which was on the verge of breaking, miraculously recovered after a few wild flashes.

But in the face of this, Ming Qianzong didn't even look at it, and hurriedly controlled the black cauldron to swim nearby.

At the same time, the huge light shield also moved with his figure.

It was obvious that he wanted to seize the time to find the formation.

………

"It's actually an imitation of the "Truth Cauldron" Lingbao. No wonder the wizard is not inferior to him in cultivation, but instead looks after him. With this treasure in hand, ordinary people are really no match for him."

Wu Fan's eyes flashed with black light. After staring at the fog below for a while, he put his chin on his hand and murmured.

"The Cauldron of Truth! What is this? Is it powerful?"

Ling'er was standing aside. Although Wu Fan's voice was too low to be heard, she could still hear him clearly and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"More than just powerful, this cauldron ranks high in the ranking of spiritual treasures in ancient times. It is very powerful. It is a spiritual treasure that can both attack and defend."

Wu Fan's eyes flickered, with a look of envy on his face, and his tone increased when he spoke.

"Is it possible that it is higher than the Sky Breaking Stick?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Ling'er's eyes, and she asked in disbelief.

"I don't know about this. In the classic book I looked at, I didn't see the introduction of the Heaven-breaking Stick. I don't know if there is a ranking list of spiritual treasures in every realm, or if the Heaven-breaking Stick is not a thing of this world. , but according to my feeling, the True Word Cauldron should be no worse than the Sky-breaking Stick."

Wu Fan shook his head and explained softly.

"According to what the master said, it is almost impossible for us to kill Ming Qianzong today?"

Ling'er's expression darkened and she asked slightly unwillingly.

"It's difficult, but it's not necessarily true. After all, this mantra cauldron is just an imitation, and it's far from being comparable to the real mantra cauldron. Now we can only try it."

Wu Fan lowered his head and looked down. As soon as he finished his deep words, he pointed his finger upward, and a pillar of spiritual energy suddenly shot out and poured into the Tiangang Spirit-Slaying Sword.

As the spiritual energy continued to be absorbed by the Spirit-Severing Sword, the sword grew larger and larger, and finally turned into a giant of a hundred feet. Carrying an unrivaled power, it shot straight into the mist.

It is Wu Fan's most powerful magical power, a sword that lifts the sky.

It seems that he is not ready to hold back either.

At the same time, from four directions in the distance, wind blades, fireballs, earth thorns, and spears were shooting out again.

At this moment, Ming Qianzong below also felt something was wrong, and hurriedly stopped and looked up.

"Is this... a magic weapon? Damn it, how can this kid perform such a powerful attack!"

When he saw the giant sword coming at him, disbelief flashed in Ming Qianzong's eyes. He did not dare to neglect anything, and hurriedly pinched the magic formula with his hands and pointed upwards.

At the same time, the word "shield" was sprayed out from the black tripod again, and it was about to sink into the light shield above, trying to strengthen the defense of the light shield.

But in the end it was too late, the Tiangang Slashing Soul Sword was extremely fast and hit the light shield in an instant.

With a deafening roar, the light shield, which had already had cracks before, immediately shattered.

But the Tiangang Slashing Soul Sword still had residual power and hit the character directly.

It was just a pity that although the Qingtian's one-strike magic was powerful, it only knocked the character out, and it was still intact.

But this was enough. With the Tiangang Soul-Slaying Sword paving the way ahead, the other fireballs, earth spikes and other attacks came in an instant, all hitting the Black Cauldron and Ming Qianzong.

Waves of explosions were heard. The Black Cauldron was indeed a replica of a spiritual treasure. It was so tough that it was only smashed away for a distance in the face of so many powerful killing array attacks. There was no crack on the entire body of the cauldron.

But Ming Qianzong was not so lucky. Although he had activated the protective qi in time, he was still screaming in the end by the magic spells all over the sky, and fell directly to the ground, raising dust.