Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

"Hmph! Wishful thinking, since you don't know how to behave, wait until I catch you and search your soul to solve your doubts!"

When he saw Wu Fan's face, Ming Qianzong's face darkened, and after a cold snort, he pointed forward with one hand without saying a word.

At the same time, the blood-red light of the spear above his head flashed, carrying a strong gust of wind, and shot straight at Wu Fan's head.

But facing this scene, Wu Fan didn't even move, and even raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a strange smile.

Ming Qianzong frowned slightly when he saw this, not knowing why the other party had such an expression, but the next moment, he glared with his eyes, and a burst of anger rushed straight to the top of his head!

The blood-red spear flashed and tore Wu Fan into pieces in an instant, but the strange thing was that the fragments of his body turned into spiritual energy and dissipated, and in the blink of an eye, it dissipated into clouds and smoke.

"Damn it! It's a clone!"

Ming Qianzong's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and after grumbling and cursing, he quickly released his spiritual sense to scan the outside.

After just a few breaths, he suddenly looked up at the sky, and wanted to say something grimly.

But at this moment, the surrounding clouds suddenly surged rapidly, like a smoke storm, and at the same time, a strong wind blew, and the nearby land of more than ten miles was covered with flying sand and rocks.

"This is...! Damn it!"

Ming Qianzong felt it slightly, and his face suddenly turned black. He found that his spiritual sense was confined to a hundred feet, and the surroundings were white and he couldn't see anything. This was clearly trapped in a maze.

The strong wind whistled around, and Ming Qianzong's clothes fluttered and his hair was messy. He stood there gloomily, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress the anger in his heart.

He knew that it was impossible to leave here in a short time, because he could see that this formation was not simple, and he was not a formation master. Even if he wanted to break this formation, he could only rely on brute force.

For a moment, he was furious, and his hatred for Wu Fan became even stronger.

He had never thought that the other party had set up a formation here in advance to deliberately lure him here.

But he could not accept this result. If he delayed too long, he could not guarantee what would happen to the two armies fighting in the rear.

If it was really because of him that the Yuanying period cultivators of Party B suffered heavy casualties, then he would be deeply sinful.

But now was not the time to think about how to cut Wu Fan into pieces. It was important to leave this place as soon as possible.

So Ming Qianzong did not delay any more, and flew straight to the top of the fog with a flash of light on his body. He wanted to try to fly out of the formation from above.

But what made him depressed was that he flew up ten thousand feet, but was still in the fog. He knew that he could not get out by this method, so he fell down quickly.

As he guessed, he only descended two or three hundred feet, and then returned to the ground and appeared in the previous place again.

There was no other way, he could only wander around, carefully observing the terrain with his spiritual sense, trying to find the center of the formation, and occasionally casually slapping a large handprint somewhere.

For a while, the demonic energy in this area rolled, and the sound of explosions continued.

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At the same time, somewhere above the canyon, Wu Fan stood quietly in the sky with his hands behind his back, looking down with a smile on his face.

That's right, this formation was set up by him and Ling'er more than a year ago, and it took a total of half a month.

Of course, in addition to this maze, there are several large formations in the nearby area.

I remember that more than a year ago, after he and Lu Lao finished studying the formation, they wanted to retreat directly, but when they thought that the enemy had waited for reinforcements this time, this battle must be extraordinary, so in order to be prepared, he decided to find a way out for himself, so he spent time and a lot of materials to set up several formations in the west of the city.

He has always been cautious and would not let himself fall into a desperate situation, unless it is something that cannot be predicted in advance. Even if these formations cannot be used in the end, it is very worthwhile for him.

But now it seems that his previous caution was still very wise, otherwise he might really die here this time. For a moment, he was secretly grateful in his heart.

But he never thought that this formation would not only be used, but also trapped such a person, which made him a little ridiculous.

"Ling'er, how long have you been waiting for me here?"

Listening to the bursts of gravel explosions coming from below, Wu Fan touched his nose, shook his head and smiled, then turned his head to look to the side.

On his right, Ling'er's pretty figure was standing here, also looking down.

"I just came here for a while, and I happened to catch you being chased, so I went to save you."

Ling'er didn't even look at Wu Fan, looking unhappy.

"Is Sang Hanfeng dead?"

Wu Fan had a smile in his eyes. He naturally understood why Ling'er looked like this, but he didn't say much. Instead, he asked another question.

When he was fighting Xing Gusheng before, he had expected that there might be danger, so he sent a message to Ling'er early, telling her to come here quickly, after all, this place was their backup to save their lives.

"Dead!"

Ling'er was very frugal with words. After a simple reply, she waved her arm lightly. With a flash of light, a corpse instantly appeared in front of her. A closer look showed that it was the mid-term cultivator Sang Hanfeng.

At this time, Ling'er turned her palm again, took out a storage bag and handed it over. From beginning to end, she didn't even look at Wu Fan.

"It seems that you have not eaten those fragrant pigs in vain over the years. Your strength has improved a lot."

Wu Fan was not polite. He took the storage bag and looked at Sang Hanfeng's body, then teased with a smile.

But Ling'er rolled her eyes and didn't reply.

"How are your injuries? Are they serious?"

Seeing Ling'er didn't speak, Wu Fan's smile became even stronger. He knew he should say something, otherwise the little girl might not be well for a while.

"I won't die, Master, don't worry about it. Anyway, my life is not as valuable as yours. What does it matter to you whether I live or not?"

Ling'er's eyes turned red, she turned her head away, and said in a yin-yang tone. Obviously, she was still upset about what happened just now.

"Why, are you angry? Haha, Ling'er, do you think that if I didn't say that just now, Ming Qianzong would give up chasing you and chase me instead?"

Wu Fan raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, so he shook his head and smiled, staring at Ling'er and asked back.

"Uh...!"

Hearing this, Ling'er was stunned for a moment. After thinking about it carefully, her pretty face suddenly blushed.

That's right. In the previous situation, if the master showed a little concern for her, Ming Qianzong would definitely use her as a threat. In this case, neither of them would be able to escape.

After understanding this, Ling'er immediately burst into laughter and took the initiative to put her arm around Wu Fan's arm, appearing very intimate.

She knew that the master's words were actually to save her. It was just that she had been sulking before and was a little stubborn, and did not consider the deep meaning of those words at all.