Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

At the same time, Ming Qianzong suddenly felt something, his face darkened, and without saying a word, he pointed to the right rear. Then, the blood-colored spear that had just rushed out of the body turned around and gave up on Wu Fan. It hit in the direction it pointed at.

As far as the eye could see, the void over there suddenly fluctuated, and at the same time, a large black net suddenly emerged, covering Ming Qianzong directly.

But in the end, the big net failed and was torn into pieces by the bloody spear.

Fortunately, the big net was an ancient treasure. Although it was scrapped, it finally stopped the spear.

"Who is it, get out of here!"

Ming Qianzong's eyes were filled with anger, he couldn't help but stop, turned around and shouted to the right rear.

But after waiting for a few breaths, there was no sound coming from the other side, and he was answered by several crescent blades shooting out.

"Hmph, a little seventh-level demon cultivator dares to stop me. He really doesn't know how to live or die."

Ming Qianzong snorted angrily when he saw this. He ignored the sharp blades and instead controlled the blood-colored spear to strike into the void over there.

As for those sharp blades, they were scattered by his large hands that gathered at will.

At this moment, a golden light flashed in the distance, and a two-foot-large copper bell appeared instantly. Then a large dazzling golden light suddenly appeared from the copper bell, like a small sun, extremely dazzling.

Then an incredible scene appeared. In the bright light, in a flash, the bronze bell changed from one to two, two to four, and four to eight. In an instant, hundreds of identical bronze bells were transformed. Not sure which one is true.

As soon as the densely packed copper bells appeared, they immediately scattered and turned into golden rainbows and fled away into the distance as fast as lightning.

For a time, bronze bells were everywhere in the sky and on the earth.

At this time, the bloody spear paused and started spinning in place.

"It's a fool's errand to try to hide this from my eyes even with such a small trick."

Looking at the bronze bells flying in all directions, Ming Qianzong's eyes flickered a few times, and then he sneered. With a thought, the blood-colored spear turned around and went straight towards a bronze bell in the jungle below.

It was obvious that the speed of the spear was much faster than that of the bronze bell. It almost flew by and hit the bronze bell directly.

A loud "bang" sound came, followed by a woman's cry of pain.

As far as the eye can see, the bronze bell only received one blow, and then the whole body was covered with cracks and reached the edge of breaking.

But the bronze bell did not stop and continued to shoot towards the distance. At the same time, it split into a large number of bronze bells again.

Ming Qianzong's face darkened when he saw this, and he wanted to find the true form of the copper bell again and control the spear to kill it.

But at this moment, he suddenly stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look ahead.

"What, you kid are not afraid that I will kill your spiritual pet?"

Looking at the figure galloping into the miasma, Ming Qianzong couldn't help but frown and asked solemnly.

He had clearly seen that Wu Fan had stopped just now, so he chose to kill the ambusher, but unexpectedly, the other party just glanced at him for a few times and then continued to run for his life. This made him hesitate for a moment.

"Her life is not as valuable as mine. You can do whatever you want with her!"

Wu Fan didn't even look back, and after replying coldly, he escaped even faster.

Ming Qianzong was blocked just now, but it bought him a lot of time. At this time, he had already rushed into the miasma.

"asshole!"

Ming Qianzong's face darkened, his eyes flickered a few times, and finally he chased after Wu Fan.

As for the escaped bronze bell, after turning around a few times, it also rushed into the miasma mist from another direction.

As soon as he entered the miasma, Ming Qianzong felt that his vision went white, and his vision was blocked by the thick white fog. Even with his eyesight, he could only see a hundred feet away.

However, he didn't care and immediately sensed it. Soon, he smiled coldly and galloped away in one direction.

After a while, he came to the edge of a deep stream. He looked down a few times with a slight frown on his brows. After some thought, he gathered a black light all over his body, raised his protective aura, and flew down.

One hundred feet!

Three hundred feet!

Five hundred feet!

A thousand feet!

One thousand three hundred feet!

Finally, when he dived here, Ming Qianzong was close to the bottom of the valley!

Standing high in the sky, he sensed it carefully again, then lowered his head to look at a pile of rubble a hundred feet away, and sneered:

"Why, do you think I can't find you if you hide here?"

Although there was nothing in front of him, Ming Qianzong looked like he was sure there was someone there. He stared behind the rubble pile and was not in a hurry to take action.

But at this moment, he was secretly surprised. He had to say that the other party's concealment technique was really powerful. If it weren't for his Tiansha Sect's method of cultivating spiritual consciousness, which had some unique features, it would be really difficult for him to find the other party. Easy thing.

This secret method is called "Blood Evil Spiritual Consciousness". Madam Qi used it when she was chasing Wu Fan. According to her, once this magical power is successfully practiced, the gentle spiritual consciousness will turn cold, so that the monks can It is magical to judge its location based on its body temperature.

Surprised, but Ming Qianzong was in a good mood at the moment. His gloomy face finally showed a smile, but this smile looked extremely cold no matter how you looked at it.

"Alas! I didn't expect that Wu's Heavenly Ghost Qi Condensation Technique could not be hidden from you. It seems that I can't escape today's disaster!"

The space was silent for a few moments, and then a sigh came from behind the rubble pile, and at the same time, Wu Fan slowly walked out with a bitter look on his face.

"I have chased you all the way here, leaving Fen Lie behind and coming from the battlefield. Do you think you can escape? Besides, you killed my junior sister and robbed my Tiansha Sect's treasure without listening to my advice. How can I spare your life? Boy, don't worry, I won't kill you today, but you will spend the next few days in pain and suffering."

Ming Qianzong stared at Wu Fan's figure, his expression was indescribably grim, and the deep hatred could be seen by anyone.

"It was your junior sister who killed Wu first, so why can't I resist? Where does this make sense!"

Wu Fan curled his lips and laughed sarcastically when he heard the words, and he was not frightened by the other party's intimidation.

"Hmph! You have repeatedly destroyed our plans and killed several of our people over the years. Shouldn't you be hunted down? Forget it, I don't want to argue with you. Boy, tell me, what kind of lightning did you use just now, and where did you learn it?"

Ming Qianzong snorted coldly, very strong, but then he changed the subject and asked about another matter, which he had been thinking about for a long time.

You know, if this kind of magical power spreads, it will be a great threat to him, a person in the magic way, and he has to take it seriously.

"It's okay to tell you, I can also give you the method of cultivation, but you have to promise me to let me live. Of course, I will also hand over the windmill and other things. I wonder if this is feasible?"

Wu Fan raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, put his hands behind his back, and asked with a fake smile.