Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

The others did not say anything to interrupt him until Xuan Chengzi opened his eyes. Chong Hezhen hurriedly asked:

"Uncle Master, have you sensed the old demon Sikong? Did he have any helpers?"

At this time, the others also looked at Xuan Chengzi, with a look of nervousness on their faces.

"No, the old demon must be hiding somewhere, but he should show up soon!"

Xuan Chengzi shook his head in disappointment, with an irritable look on his face.

"Uncle Master, since the Earth Demon Sect has already attacked, why has the old demon Sikong never shown up? Is there any explanation for his behavior?"

Hua Yangzi's eyes were full of doubts, and he couldn't help asking.

"Hmph! Is there any need to ask this? Sikong the old demon must be afraid that I, the old Taoist, will set up an ambush in the sect. He doesn't want to wait until the formation is broken and then enter the sect to fight with me. Now that he doesn't show up, he should want to lure me out to kill the demon cubs he brought. But I just won't go out, who knows if he has set up an ambush outside."

Xuan Chengzi couldn't help but snorted coldly and curled his lips, obviously seeing the other party's plan.

Everyone's face showed a look of realization when they heard this, and they couldn't help but nodded, because this probability was very high. Now Sikong the old demon didn't show up, but just let his men break the formation, obviously deliberately wanting to make Xuan Chengzi anxious.

If Xuan Chengzi was afraid that the formation would be broken, he could only choose to go out to kill the enemy, but in this way, he might really be besieged by the hiding Sikong the old demon.

The war has lasted for three years now. After such a long time, Sikong Lao Mo naturally didn't believe that Lingxiao Temple didn't take some precautions. So, just in case, how could this person dare to easily break into this sect that was both real and fake.

"Well, what Uncle Master said makes sense. In this case, it's safer to hide in the sect."

True Man Qingyang couldn't help but nodded. In fact, he had already thought of this reason.

"Uncle Master, what should we do next? Are we just waiting for their formation to break?"

True Man Chonghe was an impatient person at first glance. He couldn't hide things in his heart. He was far less thoughtful than True Man Qingyang. He asked hurriedly with a red face.

"How can we do it? What else can we do! Even if this old demon doesn't want to break into the sect, he will have to break in after the formation is broken, so let's prepare to meet the enemy next."

Xuan Chengzi glanced at True Man Chonghe and said unhappily.

"Yes, Uncle Master!"

True Man Chonghe grinned awkwardly and bowed hurriedly.

At this time, the other people also bowed their hands.

"Chonghe, Qingyang, and Helian, you three should follow me, the old Taoist, and don't act alone. Oh, by the way, I believe you have almost mastered the combined attack secret technique, right?"

Xuan Chengzi thought for a while, turned his head and looked at the three people and asked.

"To answer Uncle Master, the three of us have already mastered it." True Man Qingyang said first.

"Well, not bad."

Xuan Chengzi nodded with satisfaction, then turned to look at the other three mid-stage Jindan cultivators and ordered:

"Huayang, Yuzhen, Konglin, the three of you will guard the center of the "Taiji Qiankun Formation" and make sure no one can break through the center of the formation."

"This illusion formation is a powerful formation inherited by the founder of my Lingxiao Temple. Even if a Yuanying cultivator accidentally falls into it, it is impossible to get out in a short time."

"And with this formation, my Lingxiao Temple disciples can be protected from being disturbed, so that they can concentrate on using the "Hundred Ding Sword Formation" to kill the enemy."

"Yes, uncle, we promise to guard the center of the formation."

The sword cultivator Huayangzi, the fat Taoist Yuzhenzi, and the majestic and thin Taoist Konglin Zhenren, the three of them bowed hurriedly.

"Yes!" Xuan Chengzi nodded again, and then looked at the young Taoist Wu Yuanzi and the four early Jindan cultivators and said: "And the four of you have a very difficult task. The "Hundred Ding Sword Formation" is under your control. How many demon cubs you can kill next depends on your ability. In addition, if Qingyang and I get into trouble, you must also help us with all your strength." "Yes, uncle, we will definitely live up to everyone's expectations!" The four of them looked serious and bowed together. "Okay, then everyone go and prepare. We don't have much time left. Remember, today's battle will determine the life and death of my Lingxiao Temple. All of you nephews must go all out." Xuan Chengzi's eyes flashed. For some reason, he exuded an extremely fierce aura at this time, which was very different from the past. When he waved his hand and finished speaking coldly, he looked up in the direction of the mountain gate and no longer paid attention to anyone. "Yes, Uncle Master!"

Perhaps they were affected by Xuan Chengzi's words, and at this moment, everyone became solemn. So, except for the three people of Qingyang Zhenren, everyone else left the place on their own.

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After a while, thousands of disciples of Lingxiao Temple hurriedly moved their feet and ran towards the nearby bronze giant tripod under the arrangement of the young Taoist Wu Yuanzi and his four companions.

There were a hundred tripod furnaces about ten feet high distributed throughout the huge square, arranged in a certain pattern. A closer look revealed that they were all spiritual weapon level.

Under the urging of Wu Yuanzi and others, these thousands of disciples quickly divided into a hundred teams, and then each team methodically took a giant tripod as the center point and spread out in turn, and then also surrounded the giant tripod in a standing posture with a certain implicit pattern, and finally, without any orders, they all sat cross-legged on the ground and did not move.

As for Wu Yuanzi and his four companions, they came to the middle of the square, sat cross-legged on a high platform with their backs facing each other, looked at all the disciples with a serious face, and a purple flag about ten feet high appeared in their hands.

So amid the chants of thousands of disciples, the purple flag suddenly flashed wildly, and at the same time, the hundred giant tripods also began to flash and emit silver light, just in time with the flag, as if the tripod was ready to shoot out something.

After finishing all this, Wu Yuanzi and others were ready. After a light breath, they turned their heads and looked towards the direction of the mountain gate, waiting for the enemy to break through the formation.

Now that the disciples of Lingxiao Temple no longer blocked those corpses and monsters, the enemy army's speed of breaking through the formation naturally increased a lot. I believe that it will take no time to break through the formation.

Therefore, everyone became nervous at this moment, looking terrified, but no one fled in the face of the battle.

At the same time, Huayangzi, Konglin Zhenren, and Yu Zhenzi, three Jindan mid-stage cultivators, were also in place.

At this moment, the three of them were hiding in three hidden locations in Lingxiao Temple, sitting cross-legged in the center of a formation that looked like a Tai Chi diagram, holding a formation plate with a solemn expression, and they were obviously ready.

As for Xuan Chengzi and the other four, they were standing on the attic and looking at the direction of the mountain gate, and their faces became solemn.

"Master, uncle, do you think we can resist the enemy this time?"

Chonghe Zhenren looked outside, hesitated for a while, and asked what he was worried about.

"Humph!"

Xuan Chengzi turned his head and glared at Chonghe, snorted lightly, and then looked outside again, ignoring him.

Chonghe Zhenren looked embarrassed when he saw this, so he kept silent.