Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

Wu Fan had no choice but to drag his seriously injured body to fight again.

After the last three loud noises, all the skulls were finally smashed away.

At this time, Wu Fan seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength. He was holding the Sky-breaking Staff and breathing heavily, looking like he was unable to fight anymore. Even his palms were covered with blood.

"Master, are you okay?"

Ling'er, who was not far away, was very anxious when she saw this, and was about to fly up, but Teng Chong tightly wrapped her around, leaving her with no time to separate.

"I'm fine, ready to run!"

Wu Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at Yu and Liang who were coming in front, then turned to look at the colorful clouds behind him, and gave an urgent order.

As soon as he finished speaking, he recalled the Tiangang Spirit-Slaying Sword and the Golden Armored Puppet, and then hurriedly took the Ten Thousand Soul Banner and flew to one side.

Hearing this, Ling'er didn't dare to neglect anything. After swiping several sharp blades in succession, he quickly retreated back. As soon as he got rid of Teng Chong's obstruction, he turned and flew towards Wu Fan.

Teng Chong snorted coldly when he saw this, and immediately transformed into Changhong and chased after him.

At this moment, Yin Ming, who was not far away, had a gloomy look on his face. He did not expect that Wu Fan could really block this wave of attacks, and now he had lost the opportunity.

But naturally he would not give up the pursuit, so he also turned into a streamer and chased away.

The battle between the two sides just took only three or five breaths, and at this time, Yu and Liang had already arrived.

"Friend Vagina, I know you are anxious, but this kid is not simple. It will take a lot of effort for you two to catch him. How about we work together. There is no time left for us now. "More, if we can't catch him before those human-faced fire phantom butterflies arrive, then we have no choice but to retreat."

Yu Tiandu was extremely fast, and he had already arrived at Yin Ming's side, but he kept moving. Qingluan's phantom wings flapped around him, and his speed suddenly increased.

During the flight, Yu Tiandu glanced sideways at Yin Ming and said in an indifferent voice. It was obvious that he was still angry at the other party's greedy performance.

At this time, Liang Chushan had also arrived. He glanced at Caiyun more than ten miles away and frowned.

"Cooperation? Okay, then please trouble Taoist Yu to entangle the fox first, and I can catch the remaining kid in just a moment."

Yin Ming was very anxious at the moment. Now that Yu Tiandu has come to disrupt the situation again, he naturally doesn't have a good face. After all, it was agreed before that only if he catches the kid first can he have a chance to bring him back to the Ghost Spirit Sect. How many days.

As soon as Yin Ming's cold words came out, he bit the tip of his tongue suddenly and spit out a mouthful of blood mist, which quickly melted into the black mist around him. At this time, his speed actually increased by three points.

"Hmph, then let's arrest people based on our abilities."

Yu Tiandu couldn't help but snorted coldly when he heard this, so he stopped talking nonsense.

Naturally, the speed of these people was not comparable to that of Wu Fan. Even though he went far away, he was still quickly caught up.

At this time, several people did not hold anything back and attacked him one after another.

Liang Chushan stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and the several-foot-long inkstone immediately turned into black light and galloped away.

Yin Ming was not far behind at this time, and the twelve skulls and sickle-shaped magic weapons also attacked Wu Fan.

As for Yu Tiandu, he cast the spell quickly. He reached out and touched the bronze mirror above, and a lifelike green Luan bird flew out.

For a time, all kinds of magic weapons were flying around, and the powerful spiritual pressure seemed to suppress the space in front of him and tremble.

But the attacks of these three people were very unified. They all went towards Wu Fan, and no one tried to stop Ling'er.

"Master beware!!!"

Ling'er was horrified when she saw this. She knew that once these magic weapons hit the master, even if the master practiced the Heavenly Demon Tyrant Body Art, he would probably be killed or injured.

So she didn't stop for anything and immediately moved towards Wu Fan as fast as she could. But it had to be said that at this time she was trying to rescue him, but it was obviously too late to stop him.

At the same time, Wu Fan's face changed dramatically when facing those attacks. He really underestimated those people's intention to capture him. Now those people have arrived in front of him, but these people have not retreated yet. meaning.

Wu Fan glanced at Caiyun behind him. He knew that the other people could only rely on this last blow. If this blow failed, they would inevitably retreat. He didn't believe that the other people really dared to be trapped by the phantom butterfly, so he decided to put it aside now. The only thing in front of him was to defend against this wave of attacks.

But even if he can survive this time, he will be swallowed up by the colorful clouds if he is not caught by the other party. In this case, he may still die in the end.

But now he has no choice. The previous idea of ​​using the human-faced fire butterfly to scare off the opponent has obviously failed.

And he found that the speed of those people was too fast. Through comparison, he found that the insect cloud could not catch up with them at all. In this way, it was extremely easy for the opponent to successfully retreat after failing to hit them. Therefore, His plan to get the other party to be buried with him also came to nothing.

As Wu Fan's thoughts changed rapidly, he couldn't help but feel a hint of bitterness in his heart. He didn't expect that after hundreds of years of cultivating immortality, he would end up dying halfway. In the end, he didn't even have a chance to go home.

Wu Fan hurriedly glanced at Ling'er who was coming, and when he saw Ling'er's anxious look, his eyes couldn't help but turn red, and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable in his heart. In the end, even Ling'er was here.

Seeing the opponent's attack approaching this side, Wu Fan stopped thinking about it, his eyes flashed with cold light, and he bit his tongue suddenly, and a mouthful of blood immediately merged into the Wanhun Banner beside him.

Suddenly, the evil ghosts in the sky seemed to be stimulated, and they flew towards those magic weapons regardless of life and death, trying to resist with their bodies.

But those attacks were so powerful that these ghosts could not wait to block them. In the end, they all turned into evil spirits in the powerful edge.

But through this blockage, those attacks slowed down a bit.

At this time, Wu Fan immediately blocked the tortoise shell shield in front of him, and at the same time, the mana in his body surged out, making the glow released by the golden mirror on his head even thicker.

Then he used the Heavenly Demon Tyrant Body Art to the extreme, and then began to swing the Sky-breaking Stick in his hand wildly, making it rotate like a fan.

As soon as he finished these defenses, those attacks had already arrived.

There were loud noises, and the tortoise-shell shield that had been with him for many years was instantly smashed to pieces and fell into the air.

And the rosy glow from the golden mirror only lasted for less than a breath before it trembled and shattered.

In the end, the magic weapons fell on the rotating sky-breaking stick.

The loud noises of "bang bang bang" rang out one after another. After all, the three people were mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, and their life magic weapons were so powerful. If they were ordinary people, they would have been smashed to pieces. But Wu Fan managed to survive.

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