Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

Upon seeing this, Wu Fan, above, showed a hint of joy on his face. After looking at each other, the two of them started to attack more and more hastily, firing various spells one after another.

Now this is the only chance for the two of them, and there is no room for sloppiness. As long as this person dies, the Dragon Falling Territory will be defeated like a mountain.

At the same time, Ming Qianzong below was smashed into a big pit by magic spells all over the sky. The five or six layers of defensive light shields transformed by the talismans on his body had all been shattered. If it weren't for his quick eyesight and quick hands, he took out one The defensive magic weapon in the shape of a door panel was blocking his head. At this moment, he was probably turned into ashes.

But even so, the door panel did not last long. Cracks appeared on the surface that were visible to the naked eye, and it was smashed straight down by countless spells falling from the sky.

There was no other way. Ming Qianzong could only raise his hands to support the door panel, half-kneeling in the pit, holding on with difficulty. However, this result also caused the blood and energy in his body to surge, and his face turned red and white alternately, and he spit out a mouthful of scarlet from time to time. Blood obviously can't last long.

But at this critical moment, a stern look flashed in his eyes, and he reached out and took out a black elixir that was nauseating and pungent. After a moment's hesitation, he reluctantly threw it into his mouth.

The next moment, an incredible scene occurred. The dry essence in Ming Qianzong's body miraculously began to fill up, and most of it recovered in the blink of an eye.

Although not completely recovered, it is almost the same as when the person first came after him.

From this point of view, the black elixir is actually a treasure similar to the Heavenly Milk of All Spirits.

But the weird thing is that at this moment, Ming Qianzong's face was suddenly covered with a layer of black light, and even his pupils were faintly glowing red, giving people a very strange feeling, as if he was about to go crazy and lose his mind.

But fortunately, this person did not completely lose his mind. With a wave of eyes, he looked up angrily at the top, then he tried to stand up, pressed his back against the door panel, and quickly started kneading with his hands. The next moment, characters came out one by one. It shot out from the black cauldron.

In an instant, the huge light shield emerged again, blocking all attacks from above.

But Ming Qianzong was not idle. As he moved further away, a series of characters such as knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks, forks, etc. were spewed out from the black cauldron, and they were transformed into weapons one by one. Then, it hit the undamaged ground in the distance.

It can be seen that he wants to break the last two holes of the formation as soon as possible, and then go to cut Wu Fan into pieces.

…

"Damn it!"

Wu Fan above saw this and became furious. He couldn't help but cursed and paused his movements.

"What's going on, Master, what kind of pill did Ming Qianzong take just now?"

At this time, Ling'er also had anger in his eyes and couldn't help but turn around and ask.

"If I guessed correctly, it should be the "Returning Evil Pill", which is known as the top ten poisonous pills in the world of immortality. It is said that refining this pill is not difficult, but it goes against the laws of nature. It is condensed with the blood of countless monks. ”

"However, taking this kind of elixir also has serious side effects. If a low-level monk swallows it, there is a high chance that he will become possessed and become a murderous demon. Even if it is taken by a high-level monk, it will also cause a great loss of vitality. , In the later stage, a lot of time will be spent refining the evil spirit remaining in the elixir, otherwise there will also be a risk of becoming possessed by demons in the future, especially those in the demonic path."

"But this elixir also has great benefits. As you just saw, it has the same special effects as the Heavenly Milk of All Spirits. However, given that this elixir is condensed from the blood of other monks, the increased amount of true energy , it is not produced by the user's own cultivation, and it is not as pure as the treasures of heaven and earth such as Wanling Heavenly Milk. Therefore, it has serious side effects. Most people will not take it unless they have a last resort. However, some high-level monks will keep it on their bodies. One or two, just in case.”

Wu Fan didn't hide anything and explained with an ugly expression.

"So that's the case, then what should we do next? Now that this person has fully recovered, it will probably take a lot of time to kill him again, but do we still have this time?"

A trace of pity flashed in Ling'er's eyes, and she asked unwillingly.

"Alas! Who knows, but I am really not willing to let him go like this. During this period, I have used more than one bottle of Wanling Heavenly Milk. Otherwise, let's do more. , I bet he won’t be able to find those two formations before his true energy is exhausted.”

Wu Fan was silent for a moment after hearing this, then shook his head and sighed.

"But, what if he still has the "Returning Evil Pill" in his body?"

Linger frowned slightly and asked again.

"I can't control that much anymore. Even late-stage great monks don't dare to take too much of this kind of elixir at once. Let's take a gamble."

Wu Fan waved his arm and after speaking coldly, he immediately injected spiritual energy into the Tiangang Spirit-Severing Sword above his head.

"good!"

Ling'er didn't waste any time. He also waved his arm and fired the crescent blade downwards.

But at this moment, the fog below suddenly shook, and then the miasma, which was not strong to begin with, became much thinner again.

"It's over!"

Seeing this scene, Wu Fan was about to use the magical power of Qingtian Sword, but he unconsciously withdrew it and whispered with a gloomy expression.

"What should I do, Master? There is only one formation left! Should we continue?"

Ling'er also noticed the situation below, couldn't help but look bitter, turned around and asked!

Neither of them expected that the other party would break another hole in the formation after just a moment.

"Oh! Forget it, this person's life should not be cut off. Let's withdraw."

Wu Fan shook his head and sighed, then waved his hand feebly.

"But…!!"

Ling'er looked unwilling and wanted to say something immediately.

But before she could finish her words, Wu Fan's slightly anxious voice came over.

"Let's go. We don't have much time left. Now that this person's vision is not much blocked, it shouldn't take long to find the last array eye. If we don't take advantage of this time to escape, it will be too late to leave when he comes out."

As soon as Wu Fan finished speaking, he looked down grimly, said no more words, turned around and fled to the west.

Ling'er sighed secretly, looked down fiercely, and got up and followed.

Soon, the two disappeared.

After a while, the four killing arrays in the distance also stopped attacking. Obviously, the four soul-eating scorpions also left.

But at this time, there were still bursts of explosions coming from below.

This situation lasted for a cup of tea before it calmed down. At this moment, the dense white fog also turned into normal miasma.

At the same time, a black shadow rushed up from below, and in a flash flew out of the deep ravine, revealing Ming Qianzong's figure.

His face was extremely gloomy. He first glanced at the direction of the battlefield, then released his spiritual sense to carefully sense it, and finally, with his eyes flickering, he turned around and flew to the west.

Looking at the direction of his flight, it was the direction where Wu Fan had just escaped.

It seemed that he was still planning to kill Wu Fan first.