Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

But his words made the four people's faces change instantly, and they immediately took a defensive posture.

At the same time, Wu Junmo wanted to say something else, but before he could open his mouth, he suddenly felt something in his heart, and hurriedly shouted to the evil man beside him:

"Daoyou Li, be careful!"

"Huh~? What's wrong?"

The evil man was stunned for a moment, and looked behind him without thinking, but he just turned his head and found that the void ten feet away suddenly fluctuated, and then a three-foot-long sword suddenly emerged from it and rushed straight to his face.

The evil man was horrified when he saw this, and immediately wanted to dodge, but it was too late. The flying sword was too fast, like teleportation, and it was only ten feet away from him. Before he could move, the flying sword flashed past and drilled into the void again, disappearing.

But at this time, the evil man's head had been shattered, and even the Nascent Soul in his body was torn to pieces by the sword energy. He was dead and could not even scream.

"How could it be!!"

Such a horrific scene scared the remaining three people to death. They stared at the corpse in disbelief. It was too horrifying to kill a Nascent Soul cultivator with just one blow. Even a great cultivator could only do this.

But the three people did not dare to be distracted. They immediately took out their own defensive magic weapons to block their bodies, and at the same time concentrated their attention on the surrounding situation, fearing that the flying sword that came and went without a trace would target them next.

"Hehe, now there are only three of you left, but don't worry, you will go down to see that fellow Daoist Li soon!"

Wu Fan glanced at the three people and smiled coldly, then opened his mouth wide, and a ball of purple flame suddenly flew out of his mouth, and after a period of wriggling and deformation, it turned into a lifelike purple flame bird, so with a shriek, the bird flapped its wings and flew towards the purple-haired man at a high speed.

The big man did not dare to neglect it, and swung the long sword in his hand frantically, shooting out a series of sword beams, trying to stop the fire bird, but it was obvious that his doing so did not have much effect. The bird was extremely agile and swift, rushing left and right, getting closer and closer to this side.

On the other side, there was a sudden fluctuation somewhere in the void, and the Tiangang Zhanling Sword emerged again, slashing fiercely at the ugly woman below.

This time the woman was prepared, and with a move of her mind, a black round bowl in front of her instantly moved horizontally above her head, and at the same time, she slapped her palm upwards, and suddenly a ghostly hand emerged.

But after two loud noises, the big handprint was not only shattered with one blow, but even the round bowl that seemed as hard as iron also had cracks, and it was obvious that it could not withstand a few more blows.

The ugly woman could not help but secretly groan, and did not dare to stay for long, and hurriedly moved her body to escape far away.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Wu, it has been several decades since the last battle between you and me. Now we meet again, and we must compete no matter what. But you have lost the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and I don't know how long you can hold on!"

Wu Fan did not even look at the other two battlefields, but looked at Wu Junmo in the distance and smiled strangely.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, I wonder how you can let me go?"

Wu Junmo did not want to argue, but stared at Wu Fan vigilantly and asked solemnly.

"Let you go! Haha, impossible."

Wu Fan raised the corners of his mouth, smiled sinisterly, and half-clenched his hands, slowly put them together, and then pulled them outward. With a flash of golden light, the Sky-Breaking Stick instantly grew from small to large and appeared in his hand. The next moment, the sound of wind and thunder rose behind him, and a pair of lightning wings suddenly emerged. With a flap of the wings, the man disappeared.

When he emerged again, he was already a hundred feet away, not far from the other party.

Seeing this, Wu Junmo's heart sank, and he took out a talisman without hesitation and slapped it on his body. Suddenly, a strong wind blew around him, and a layer of gray light wrapped him and he was about to fly away.

It was obvious that this was an extremely precious flying talisman.

But before he flew far, the next scene shocked him. A golden light emerged from nowhere in the sky and instantly enveloped him.

This was a big deal. His figure, which was as fast as lightning, was immediately fixed in the air by an invisible force, as if he was stuck in a quagmire, which reduced his speed by half.

Then something even more terrifying happened. He felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him. The heavy force almost made him unable to breathe, and even raising his arms became extremely difficult.

After feeling this, Wu Junmo panicked.

"You can't escape, so just accept your death!"

At some point, Wu Fan had already arrived above Wu Junmo's head. He smiled evilly and raised his stick to smash it down.

Wu Junmo's eyes were bloodshot, and he tried to stand up. Since he couldn't escape, he could only fight with all his strength. He didn't say anything nonsense. He raised his arm lightly, and with a series of metal collision sounds, a black chain rolled out from his sleeves, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a giant of more than ten feet, and it went around Wu Fan above.

This treasure was his "Soul Trapping Chain". Wu Fan had experienced the power of this treasure at the beginning.

But now! !

Soon, a series of deafening crashing sounds were heard.

But this sound did not last long. After a scream, the space became quiet!

…………

After a while…

"It's really a ghost. Is there an illusion array here?"

While killing nearby ghosts, Gong Hubo looked around, but in his eyes, there was nothing to see except the pitch black. He couldn't help but mutter to himself while frowning.

During this time, he had been flying in a straight line, but now he didn't know how far he had flown, but he still couldn't fly out of this evil aura, which made him a little suspicious.

"Oh! Forget it, let's go and meet them!"

Gong Hubo shook his head and smiled bitterly. He knew that if it was really as he guessed, it would be difficult for him to get out in a short time with his own strength. Only by joining forces with several people to forcibly break the formation would there be hope. If Man Rumei's spiritual eye secret technique helped, the speed might be faster.

Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and took out a talisman, then opened it with a big mouth and sprayed a breath of spiritual energy on it. The next moment, the lifeless talisman instantly shone brightly, automatically suspended in the air and slowly flew forward.

Gong Hubo saw this and hurriedly got up to follow.

This is an ordinary traction talisman, which has no great effect. The only use is to track others within a short distance. But the premise is that the person's breath must be left in this talisman, which is similar to the message talisman.

Flying slowly, Gong Hubo looked lazy and in no hurry. Apart from killing some ghosts that pounced on him, he casually looked around.

But he hadn't flown far when he suddenly heard a voice that shocked him.

"Fellow Daoist Gong Hu, what a coincidence that we meet here!"