Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

No matter how you look at him now, this old man looks like a great master. His aura makes people dare not look down upon him in the slightest. He is no less than a great monk like Zhenren Qianyang.

"Junior brother, are you okay? Are you seriously injured?"

After hearing this, Zhou Shentong turned his head and looked down, a trace of concern flashed in his eyes, but most of all, he felt guilty.

"Don't ask those nonsense questions, I can't die! Now let me ask you, when did you reach the later stages of your promotion? Also, why have you hidden it from me all these years?"

Gong Yuqian had an angry look on his face and didn't have a good attitude at all. He pulled his neck and shouted.

No wonder he was so angry, because he found that his current senior brother was actually a late-stage Nascent Soul monk, and judging from the aura emanating from him, he was not a newly advanced figure like Xing Gusheng. He had obviously been advanced for many years. Yes, his cultivation level should be no worse than that demon cultivator.

Staring closely at the senior brother high in the sky, Gong Yuqian felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, including relief, anger, relief and longing, and even some excitement hidden deep in his eyes.

The reason for the longing and relief is that his Bagua Sect will stand up as expected, and he can finally put down his heavy burden and hand over the sect to the management of his senior brothers.

"This, this...! Alas! To be honest with my junior brother, it has been hundreds of years since I advanced. I have forgotten the specific year I advanced, but it is no later than that old man from Qianyang. As for the fact that I haven't told you, it's because..., Alas! Junior brother, you also know that I am lazy by nature and have been used to being carefree all my life. I don’t like managing the sect. If you let me know... I’m afraid I won’t have any leisure time.”

"And you also know that at that time, the Beidou Territory was divided by the three major alliances. If the news about my advancement was spread, it might cause unnecessary trouble to the sect...! Forget it, let's talk about these things later, this is not A place to discuss things.”

When Zhou Shentong heard this, he dwarfed and instantly lost his confidence. He was no longer as powerful as before.

Moreover, he had a panicked look in his eyes, and after sighing, he began to narrate stumblingly.

But he didn't feel dissatisfied at all because of his junior brother's attitude. I don’t know if the two of them usually talk like this, or if they have deep feelings and don’t care about the clichéd etiquette. But it was obvious that he was a little afraid of this junior brother.

"Why, just for the sake of being free and happy for a while, you don't care about the rise and fall of the sect? Are you worthy of your ancestors? As the person with the highest cultivation level in our sect, you not only ignore the sect, but also make me work for the sect for half your life. , are you worthy of me?"

Gong Yuqian's eyes turned red. He vaguely understood something, but he still blamed him unwillingly, as if he wanted to vent his anger that he had suppressed over the years.

"Well, junior brother, please don't get excited. I know you are resentful of me. What I have done over the years is indeed wrong, but you may not know that although I am lazy by nature and don't like to manage worldly affairs, I am not against the clan. I don’t care about the sect. To be honest, I have already thought of a way out for the sect in this war between the two realms. If you hadn’t been injured by this reptile, I wouldn’t have shown my cultivation at all. And there are some things that I really The last resort...!

Seeing this, Zhou Shentong quickly shook his hand, with a look of grievance on his face, and kept explaining.

But before he could finish speaking, a cold snort came from high in the sky.

"Hmph! How long do you two want to chat?"

What he saw was that Long Yingfeng had a very gloomy face, and he kept glancing at the two people below him, looking impatient.

But when he turned his attention to Zhou Shentong, his eyes showed fear again, far less arrogant than before.

At this time, Zhou Shentong and Gong Yuqian also stopped talking and looked up, their expressions extremely ugly.

"Who are you? When did a great monk like you appear in Beidou Domain? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Long Yingfeng stared at Zhou Shentong closely, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and asked solemnly.

At this moment, he was very angry with the old man. He had called him a reptile several times since he appeared until now, and this was the first time he heard such a disrespectful name.

"Hmph! You reptile is not qualified to know who I am. You just need to remember that today is the day of your death. I am not afraid to tell you, I have traveled all my life and killed many little dragons. Since you dare to If you hurt my junior brother, I may have to slaughter a dragon again! It just so happens that I haven’t eaten dragon meat for a long time!”

Zhou Shentong's posture became upright again, and he rose into the air with his hands behind his back. He looked at the opponent and snorted coldly, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Kill me? Haha, Your Excellency, you are really serious. I admit that your cultivation is not ordinary, but it seems that you have not reached the stage of becoming a god. Why do you kill me?"

Long Yingfeng sneered, looking unconcerned, but Zhou Shentong's words aroused his desire to win, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

"Who told you that in the later stages, monks will not be able to kill eighth-level demon cultivators. I really want to give it a try today."

As soon as Zhou Shentong's indifferent words fell, his body evaporated with light, and he flew straight towards the opponent. At the same time, he carved in the air with his hands, and then pointed in the air.

Suddenly, a Bagua shadow covering a thousand feet in radius and covering the sky and sun emerged. As the black and white Pisces rotated rapidly, a deafening sound of wind howling was heard.

However, at the next moment, an incredible scene appeared. In Gong Yuqian's surprised eyes, streaks of soaring sword energy rushed out of the Bagua shadow, like meteors, densely packed towards Long Yingfeng. Wherever they passed, the space vibrated, leaving behind The white marks and the terrifying power are really frightening.

Faced with this scene, even Long Yingfeng was stunned for a moment, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

"This... This is the Bagua Zhuxian Formation? Senior brother, your formation skills are so advanced that you can even perform this kind of killing formation without a formation flag?"

Gong Yugan below suddenly exclaimed when he saw this, his face full of disbelief. You know, this killing formation was accidentally obtained by the Bagua Palm ancestors, and it is a method that is not passed down by the sect. Only Yuanying stage cultivators can practice it.

But its practice is very difficult. Normally, one must be extremely proficient in the formation skills, but even so, it can only be performed through the formation flag. But it is the first time he has heard of someone like his senior brother who can draw such a complicated formation pattern in the air with just a wave of his hand, and his ancestors have never recorded it.

Although Gong Yugan knew that his senior brother was gifted in the art of formation, he had always thought that his senior brother had given up practicing this art. But now he saw that his senior brother had not given up and had even cultivated the art of formation to such a high level.

Looking at it this way, I am afraid that Elder Lu would be far behind in the art of formation.

"Junior brother, you should heal your wounds quickly. I will avenge you!"

Zhou Shentong flew as fast as lightning. In a few flashes, he arrived on the Bagua map. He saw that his hands were carving in the air again. As the array patterns shot into the Bagua map, the sword energy that emerged became more substantial and its power increased by three points.