Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

This time, the burly man was really frightened to death. When he looked at the charging Wu Fan again, he felt an irresistible feeling in his heart. In his eyes, Wu Fan's figure was like the life-threatening figure. It was like a god of death, causing a deep despair in his heart.

At this time, he finally knew that what the other party just said was not random. It turned out that he was really scary. It was pity that he had not chosen the right person just now, but he wanted to provoke such a ruthless person.

"It is said that the Earth Demon Bear has amazing defense. I wonder how many times you can block my sticks?"

Wu Fan smiled mockingly, and as soon as he finished speaking, he raised his stick and hit the burly man. Now he was at his side.

"Fellow Taoist, have mercy on me. I don't know how to see Mount Tai. I don't mean to offend you. Can you let me leave?"

At this time, the burly man didn't have the arrogance he had just now. He immediately begged for mercy in a low voice, but he didn't dare to stop at all and hurriedly retreated to the rear.

"Leave? Haha, now that you're here, stay!"

Wu Fan smiled solemnly, how could the opponent's speed be comparable to his thunder escape technique? His body flashed twice in succession, and he easily caught up with the opponent, so he raised his stick and hit him.

There was a loud "boom", followed by a painful scream!

"Yes, you can actually block one of my sticks. It seems that the rumors are true, but you will definitely die under my three sticks!"

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At the same time, in a ruins more than ten miles away, Mr. Lu was bleeding from the corner of his mouth and sitting cross-legged in an open space. His face was extremely ugly, and there was a look of loneliness in his eyes, and he could faintly see a trace of his will to die!

The place where he was was shrouded by a defensive light curtain with a radius of three feet. This light curtain was unusually thick. It looked like it was not an ordinary formation. However, such a small formation was obviously built temporarily using formation equipment. The defense is naturally very effective.

At this moment, he was waving a formation flag, looking slightly panicked. At the same time, spiritual lights appeared on the ground around him, and finally turned into sword energy and hit the air. It turned out that he had also arranged a formation nearby, but looking at the sword energy Its power is easy to kill the Golden Core Stage monks, but it pales in comparison to the Nascent Soul Stage monks.

Under the protection of this formation, he didn't know how long he persisted, but it was obvious that he had been injured just now. Fortunately, he was a formation master, so it would not be a problem to rely on the formation for a short period of time.

The area near where he was was filled with the remains of collapsed houses, but high in the sky, there were two people standing in the sky, eyeing them eagerly.

These two people were a short dwarf with an ugly appearance and buck teeth. A closer look revealed that this man was not the "man surnamed Zhu" who appeared in the Yaoyun Mountains back then. I remember that he said the wrong thing back then, which almost caused his death today. Those who rebelled in Beidou Territory spoke out, but Sang Hanfeng stopped them in time and scolded them.

Later, Wu Fan, Mr. Lu and others entered the Yaoyun Mountains for the second time. This man was also in the interception team, but he was lucky and was left by Mrs. Qi to clean up the monsters. He did not participate in the battle and finally escaped. Get a life.

As for the other person, he is a tall and thin old man with a height of nine feet, black hair and white eyebrows, and full of momentum. This person has a strange face, but his cultivation is terrifyingly strong. He is no worse than Sang Hanfeng. He is in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. monk.

At this time, the two men used their own methods to easily disperse the incoming sword energy. At the same time, they controlled the magic weapon to violently attack the defensive light curtain that protected Mr. Lu.

The two of them tried their best, obviously trying to break through the formation as soon as possible. Among them, the skinny old man was the most ferocious. He controlled a black iron spear. Every time this weapon was struck, the defensive light curtain shook, faintly. It looks like it's about to break, and a "click" sound can be heard from time to time.

"Mr. Lu, you won't be able to hold on to this formation for long. I will give you one last chance. As long as you are willing to join me in the Dragon Falling Domain, you can save your life. I advise you not to be stubborn. This will do you no good. , Now that you have seen the situation, it is impossible for anyone to come to save you."

The tall and thin old man glanced at the indestructible light curtain with an impatient look on his face, then looked at Mr. Lu inside and said gloomily.

"Hey, Elder Lu, now that Elder Pan has spoken, why are you still hesitating? This is your last chance. Do you really want to perish here?"

At this time, the short dwarf also persuaded with a strange smile.

In fact, the choice of Zhao'an by these two people was not an order from above, but an arbitrary decision. After all, Mr. Lu had different identities, and his profound knowledge of formations was one of the few in the nearby areas. If he died, What a pity. If it can be used for one's own purposes, then of course it would be best. Even if one squeezes out all his abilities in advance and executes him, it would be better than letting him take his abilities to the underworld.

"I...! Oh, forget it, I don't have much life left, I only have a few years to live. I really don't want to bear a bad name just to survive. If you have the ability, just kill me."

Mr. Lu struggled with his eyes, obviously moved, but in the end he shook his head and smiled bitterly, and refused directly.

He naturally knows that no one can come to save him now. After all, everyone else is in danger now. What's more, although he is a mid-term monk, his strength is not satisfactory and he cannot deal with the old man named Pan. Now the only thing in front of him is A dead end.

But if he were asked to choose to rebel, he really couldn't do it. As he said, it was not worth bearing the infamy just to live a few more years. Even if he was hundreds of years younger, he would have done it. Agree to it for your own selfish gain.

This is not to say that he is pedantic, but that at his age and his own reputation in several fields, he is forced in his heart not to do such things.

"Hmph! Since you don't know how to behave, don't blame me for being ruthless. Do you really think your formation can stop me?"

The old man surnamed Pan's face darkened. He stared at Old Lu coldly and snorted. He quickly pinched his fingers together, then pointed his finger at the top of his head. A beam of spiritual energy suddenly shot out from his fingertips and went straight into the spear.

After receiving this spiritual energy, the spear expanded rapidly, and in a blink of an eye it became ten feet long, like a giant stick that could support the sky, emitting a terrifying aura, and even the space seemed to be shaking.

"Go!"

After the old man surnamed Pan shouted, the huge spear suddenly smashed down and hit the light curtain fiercely.

Seeing this scene, Old Lu's face turned pale. In a hurry, he pointed the formation flag in his hand upwards, and a beam of spiritual energy also shot into the light curtain.

The next moment, the light curtain, which was already unusually thick, immediately glowed and thickened by half a point again.

At this time, the giant spear also smashed down.

A deafening roar was heard, accompanied by a "crackling" sound of shattering. Looking at the light curtain at this moment, it was found that it was covered with cracks, like a spider web, and it looked like it would break at any time.

But fortunately, it finally held on.

Seeing this, Old Lu felt relieved and immediately wanted to wave the formation flag in his hand to release the spiritual energy to restore the defense light curtain.

But at this time, the old man surnamed Pan sneered and threw out a talisman without panic.

At the same time, the short dwarf on the side also smiled bloodthirstily and controlled a blood-colored iron ring about ten feet long to attack!