Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

This time, the journey was smooth and Ming Qianzong did not encounter any ambush. He flew a hundred miles away in just a moment.

But at this moment, he suddenly stopped and scanned the mountains below, and finally his eyes fell on a low peak.

"Hmph! Do you think you can escape by hiding here?"

Ming Qianzong looked murderous, staring at the ordinary mountain and yelled.

But after waiting for a while, no one responded to him.

"It seems that you want to be a turtle. Well, then let me catch you. I really don't care about a mere ordinary defense formation."

Ming Qianzong's eyes flashed with cold light, and he stopped talking nonsense. He threw his arm lightly, and the black tripod suddenly flew out, turning into a giant of three feet and stopping above his head.

As the spells in his hands kept changing, the black tripod suddenly spewed out characters, and finally turned into sharp weapons and hit downwards.

The next moment, something strange happened. The mountain, which was originally ordinary, suddenly roared loudly around it, and then a thick golden light curtain rose from the outside in an instant, covering the entire mountain below in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, those knives, guns, swords, halberds and other sharp weapons also smashed down.

Suddenly, bursts of thunder-like loud noises were heard. Once those sharp weapons touched the light curtain, the light curtain immediately trembled violently, as if it would break at any time.

Seeing this, Ming Qianzong snorted coldly, and the spells in his hands changed continuously, and a large number of sharp weapons were spewed out from the black tripod one after another.

Soon, cracks appeared on the seemingly indestructible light curtain with a "crackling" sound, and it was obvious that it would not last long.

At this moment, in the belly of the mountain below, Wu Fan was sitting cross-legged in a small cave, with a bright white light on his body.

After hearing the noise outside, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of sneer, and the next moment, he suddenly disappeared in the white light.

…

The roar outside did not last long, just a moment, and then it stopped with a shattering sound.

In the sky, Ming Qianzong looked down and frowned. After a moment of silence, he released his spiritual sense to carefully sense it, but as a result, his face instantly became gloomy.

"Damn it, I was played again!"

Ming Qianzong cursed angrily, with a monstrous hatred in his eyes.

In his opinion, the other party obviously used this formation as a cover to lure him here with his clone, and he had already taken the opportunity to escape from here.

However, he was really unwilling. After taking a deep breath, he pinched the magic formula with both hands again, and at the same time, the black tripod on his head launched another round of attack.

It was not until the entire mountain was razed to the ground that Ming Qianzong stopped his actions angrily, and hesitated with his eyes shaking.

Normally, with the opponent's speed, he couldn't get far even if he escaped in this time. If he seized the time to chase him, he should have a chance to catch up.

Otherwise, if he waited for the opponent to refine the wind car, it would be difficult to chase him later.

But now he didn't know what the outcome of the battle was, and he really didn't dare to delay any longer, so he didn't know what to do for a while.

But soon, he sighed, turned around and flew towards the battlefield, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

At the same time, in the small space, Wu Fan stood in the courtyard and looked up at the sky.

He saw the scene outside clearly, and only after seeing Ming Qianzong leave this place did he shrug his shoulders and walk towards the bedroom with a sneer.

"Master, how long are we going to hide?"

Wu Fan had just sat cross-legged on the bed when Ling'er flew out of the spirit beast bag, landed on the ground, and asked casually.

"I won't go out for a short time, go back to the house to practice!"

Wu Fan waved his hand, without looking at Ling'er, but took out a few storage bags and started to refine them by himself.

"Oh! Okay!"

Ling'er didn't ask any more questions, took a look at the storage bag in Wu Fan's hand, and turned around and left.

The house became quiet instantly.

...

Half a day later, a total of six storage bags were all opened and refined.

Wu Fan smiled and couldn't wait to check them.

These six storage bags belonged to the two demon cultivators who were killed first, as well as the short dwarf and Pan Wenli, who was known as the "Thousand Talisman Old Man".

As for the last two storage bags, they belonged to Sang Hanfeng and Madam Qi.

In this battle, Wu Fan alone killed six people, three of whom were mid-term cultivators. Such a record is no wonder that the high-level officials of Party B were shocked.

It can be said that Wu Fan was the one who made the greatest contribution this time.

As for the high-level officials of the Falling Dragon Domain, I don't know how heartbroken they will be. After all, the people who died were all important figures, especially Madam Qi who had the hope of advancing to the late stage.

No one expected that all those who went to kill Wu Fan, except Xing Gusheng and the rebellious Shi Wankui who were lucky enough to escape, all the others died.

I think that when the cultivators of the Falling Dragon Domain see Wu Fan again in the future, they should not dare to have any unreasonable thoughts. Except for a few great cultivators, the others will definitely turn around and run away.

This is the deterrent power brought by absolute strength.

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After checking, Wu Fan showed a satisfied look on his face, and then sorted out all the things he got and sent them to the storage room.

This time the harvest is not small. After checking, it was found that among the six storage bags, only the two demon cultivators were poorer, and there was nothing good in them. The only thing that Wu Fan liked was a few spiritual medicines that were pretty good, which he had never collected before.

However, the bodies of these two demon cultivators are rare treasures. It is not a problem to refine a few magic weapons, and the beast souls and demon pills can also be used to refine beast spirit talismans.

As for the remaining four people, except for the short dwarf who is a little shabby, the other three can be said to be rich.

The spiritual stones of these four people alone have reached a terrifying 500,000.

You know, these are all medium-grade or above spiritual stones. As for the few low-grade spiritual stones, Wu Fan didn't even look at them, and was too lazy to count them.

After all, at his level and the level of the four people, low-grade spiritual stones are no longer useful, so there are not many in the storage bags of the four people.

In addition, in the storage bags of the four people, there are also many kinds of elixirs, materials, spiritual medicines, talismans, ancient treasures, and martial arts books.

However, there were only a few that Wu Fan could take a fancy to. Except for some of the treasured talismans of Elder Qian Fu, which he collected, the rest could only be taken back to the sect as a foundation.

But it must be said that some of the classics were quite good, especially the sword energy technique that Madam Qi had performed before. Even Wu Fan was very excited after seeing it and decided to study it when he had time.

You know, this technique called "Tiansha Sword Energy Technique" is much more powerful than Qingyuan Sword Energy Technique. The only disadvantage is that it consumes too much true energy and can only perform one attack each time.

It is somewhat similar to his Qingtian Sword Divine Ability. The only difference is that this sword energy technique does not need to be assisted by magic weapons.

I think this is also a supreme method of Tiansha Sect.