Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

The person who came was an extraordinary old man with black and white hair hanging casually. His eyes occasionally flashed a bloody light, which was extremely strange. He was wearing a luxurious black shirt and a jade belt around his waist. He had an excellent temperament. Look, you are the one who has been in the upper position for a long time.

This person is none other than Sikong Laomo.

His flying speed was as fast as lightning, and he soon reached the sky above Lingxiao Temple, looking at Xuanchengzi and the others with a smile on his lips.

"Hmph! Master Dao, I thought you would wait until those devil bastards were dead before you showed up. How...! Do you alone want to take my life, Master Dao?"

When Xuan Chengzi saw that Old Demon Sikong was the only one coming, he couldn't help but frown. While mocking, his consciousness was also scanning around.

Seeing this scene, Qingyang and the others were a little surprised, but they did not let down their guard and were also scanning the distance.

"Haha, Xuanchengzi, you don't need to test with words, can't I just take your life?"

Sikong Laomo suddenly laughed when he heard this, and his words also contained a sense of ridicule.

"Only you? Huh! If you are not a Taoist master, I look down on you. You are really not qualified."

Xuanchengzi curled his lips, his round and fat face full of contempt, and couldn't help but snort.

"Oh~, really? Hehe, since you say I'm not qualified, do you dare to come over and fight me?"

The old monster Sikong laughed, raised his eyebrows and said, his words full of provocation.

"Go up! That's not necessary. You want to kill me, Master Dao. Why don't you come down and have a fight with me!"

Xuanchengzi rolled his eyelids and looked unmoved. How could he not know what the other party meant.

"Haha, your illusion formation is indeed somewhat unique. I think it would take a lot of effort to get into it, so naturally I won't be able to get down."

"But Xuanchengzi, you have to understand the current situation. After all, the cultivation of your disciples is low, and the magic power in their bodies cannot sustain the killing array for a long time. What do you think will happen if I add fuel to the flames? Today I really want to see, Will you come up and fight with me?"

Sikong Laomo smiled evilly, and after finishing speaking, he raised his arm without any warning and suddenly took a picture of the clouds below.

Suddenly, a ten-foot-long pitch-black palm print suddenly appeared and quickly struck down hard.

Although the fog below made it difficult to see the scene clearly, everyone knew that it was the Baiding place in the square.

The giant palm was extremely fast, and loud rumbling sounds could be heard along the way, but just when it was about to hit the clouds and mist, thousands of silver sword energies immediately flew from below.

It can be seen that Wu Yuanzi and others also noticed the scene here, and immediately drew out a large amount of sword energy to attack. After all, if the palm seal was really hit, many disciples would be killed or injured.

But I don’t know what kind of powerful magical power this palm print has. When thousands of sword qi came into contact with the palm print, they actually collapsed and disappeared in pieces amidst the loud noise. Although the palm print also trembled and became darker, it was obvious that Can't stop it.

"Go away, it's really shameful. As a high-ranking Nascent Soul monk, you actually want to kill even the juniors, and you are not afraid of being laughed at by the world."

In the distance, Xuanchengzi's eyes were spitting fire, and he suddenly shouted loudly. He flicked his arm without hesitation, and a green sword energy that was not inferior to the palm print shot out in an instant, scattering the palm print in the blink of an eye.

Then he flashed and flew up, blocking the sky above the clouds and mist in the square, looking coldly at Old Demon Sikong.

"Hey, I am cultivating the way of the devil, so why do I care about the world's opinions? Since you are here, then have a fight with me."

Seeing Xuan Chengzi flying out of the range of the clouds, Sikong Laomo's eyes flashed with joy. After a strange laugh, he grabbed the void with one hand. A huge claw burning with gray flames suddenly appeared and pointed towards him unceremoniously. Get it from below.

Seeing this scene, Xuanchengzi snorted coldly, without saying a word, he immediately closed his hands and quickly formed a strange seal. Then he suddenly raised his arm upwards, and under the dazzling silver light in the air, a five-clawed silver sword suddenly appeared. The dragon swung its head and tail and rushed towards the huge claw.

As soon as the two came into contact, the devil's claws had no resistance at all, and disappeared in the blink of an eye amid the crackling sound.

But the five-clawed silver dragon just shook its figure, and then rushed towards the old demon Sikong in the sky again, as if it wanted to tear it into pieces.

Seeing this scene, Old Demon Sikong opened his mouth with his eyebrows raised, and a ball of black and red demonic flames suddenly blurted out, just in time to collide with the five-clawed silver dragon.

There was a muffled sound of "poof". Although the silver dragon's body was extremely huge, as soon as it came into contact with the strange magic flame the size of a fist, it dissipated as quickly as the melting snow of spring sun.

Xuanchengzi's eyes showed surprise when he saw this, and he couldn't help but take another look at the demon flame. In his impression, this old demon had never used this magical power before.

Although he was a little confused about the origin of this magical power, his hands kept moving, and at some point he held a purple gold bronze mirror in his hand.

So with a slight shake of his arm, the purple-gold bronze mirror suddenly turned into a size of about ten feet, and flew to the top of his head in a flash.

After a few spells were played, the purple-gold bronze mirror suddenly trembled wildly, and a thunderclap suddenly sounded. The next moment, a long thunder snake flashed out of the mirror without any warning, twisting its body that was almost ten feet long, It turned into purple light and instantly hit the magic flame.

This time it was no longer in vain. After a soft "stab" sound was heard, the magic flame quickly disappeared without a trace under the entanglement of the long snake.

"Purple Thunder Treasure Mirror...! Huh! Damn Gong Yanghan, he actually lent you this treasure. I will talk to him about it later."

When Sikong Old Demon saw the purple gold bronze mirror, his eyes widened and his brows suddenly furrowed. Even he felt a little apprehensive at this moment. After looking at Xuan Chengzi fiercely, he turned around and shouted without hesitation:

"Fellow Daoist Wu Ma, please stop watching. It is better for us to fight quickly to avoid more troubles."

While Sikong Old Demon was speaking, a black flame magic knife suddenly emerged from his palm. With a throw of his arm, the magic knife immediately turned into a residual image and shot out. After a few strokes, the lightning snake disappeared.

Since this magic knife flew out from Sikong Old Demon's body, it must be his life magic weapon.

When Xuan Chengzi heard this in the distance, his face suddenly darkened and he looked into the distance following Sikong Old Demon's gaze.

At this moment, a wild laugh came over.

"Haha..., we just started fighting, and Fellow Daoist Sikong can't help but call me out? But it's good this way. I can solve this matter early and return to my cave."

On a mountaintop more than ten miles away, a blood light suddenly lit up, followed by a blood cloud with a pungent smell and flying quickly. In a few blinks, it stopped near Sikong the old demon.

The blood cloud of more than ten feet squirmed for a while, then shrank to the middle at a very fast speed, and in an instant it sank into the body of a figure. Until then, the man's appearance also appeared in front of everyone.