Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

He knew that he couldn't let it go on and had to get rid of it as soon as possible.

So he didn't have time to get angry, and he hurriedly probed into his spiritual consciousness to refine it.

But as time passed, his face became uglier and uglier, because he didn't expect that the evil spirit was like a maggot attached to the bone, and it couldn't be refined by ordinary means at all.

After a full stick of incense, the evil spirit not only didn't dissipate at all, but it was still growing, although this growth was almost invisible to the naked eye.

This scene made Wu Fan furious.

So he didn't believe in evil and tried another refining method.

But the result was the same as usual, without any effect.

This time, Wu Fan was really anxious, and he also guessed that this evil spirit was not just for tracking. If it was allowed to grow to a certain stage, it would inevitably bring him big trouble.

He didn't dare to imagine the consequences, so he hurriedly changed to another refining method.

Just like this, the bedroom was quiet and time passed slowly.

After five days in the small space, Wu Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and a strong irritation flashed in his eyes.

Because in the past five days, he has tried all the refining methods he knows, but still nothing has been achieved. The evil spirit is so stubborn that it can't be removed at all.

This result made him hate it so much that he didn't know what to do for a while.

So he suppressed his anger and thought quietly, because he knew that no one could help him now, and he could only rely on himself first.

Just like that, the room became quiet again.

I don't know how long it took, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he thought of something, but the next moment, his eyes darkened again, and he looked hesitant.

Yes, he did think of a way, and this way is likely to succeed, but he faced a problem, or it can be said that this way is extremely dangerous, he is afraid that he can't hold on.

Because he thought of the divine object of Tiangang Divine Thunder. You know, this kind of divine thunder is specifically used to overcome evil spirits. If you can use this thunder to refine it, you may succeed.

But the only thing that makes him difficult is that Tiangang Divine Thunder is not an ordinary thing after all, and the Yuanshen is too fragile. If you use this thunder to refine it, if you don't do it well, let alone refine the evil spirit first, it is very likely that his Yuanshen will be the first to fail, which is a fatal thing.

After some thinking, he decided to give it a try. After all, this is his last resort.

So, he gritted his teeth and drew a strand of divine thunder from his body to fly into the sea of ​​consciousness.

This divine thunder is as thin as a hair, only the length of a finger. Under the control of the divine consciousness, it quickly entered the sea of ​​consciousness like a snake.

At first, everything went well, and the most important step began immediately.

Wu Fan focused his expression and carefully controlled the divine thunder, approaching the Yuanshen little by little. Until he came close, one end of the divine thunder filament slowly pierced into the Yuanshen.

However, such a seemingly insignificant action caused a great uproar in the sea of ​​consciousness. With a light "sizzle", the small area where the soul just touched the divine thunder was like hot oil poured on the ice, suddenly rolling like smoke, and then dissipated visibly with the naked eye.

This was a big deal. On Wu Fan's forehead, beads of sweat slid down, and his originally flushed face instantly turned pale, looking extremely painful.

But he did not give up, but gritted his teeth and persisted, continuing to control the divine thunder to advance towards the bloody evil spirit in the middle of the soul.

As he continued to go deeper, he became more pale. Only less than two breaths had passed, but it seemed like a century to him, and the sweat on his forehead became more and more dense. Then, his face began to become distorted, but he only persisted for less than a breath, and he finally couldn't hold on and screamed.

The whole room was filled with his painful wails.

Not daring to neglect, before he lost consciousness and fell into a coma, he hurriedly drew out the divine thunder and was not prepared to continue.

"Master, Master, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me, what happened?"

Just then, Ling'er's worried cry suddenly came from outside the house, and then the door was pushed open, and a white shadow rushed in!

"No, no, this method won't work!"

Wu Fan ignored it, suddenly opened his eyes, wiped the cold sweat, and muttered in panic.

"Master, what's wrong, you should say something!!!"

Seeing that the master's eyes were empty, as if he was wandering in the sky, Ling'er became more anxious, stretched out his hands, grabbed Wu Fan's arm tightly and shouted.

"It's okay, it's just that the soul is damaged, it will be fine after a year or two of recovery."

Wu Fan finally came back to his senses, looked up with a focused look, and saw Ling'er's worried look, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The danger just now still scares him. It's not that he can't bear the pain, but if he insists on it, he may die.

Because, just a moment ago, his soul was seriously damaged, but the depth of the divine thunder was less than one-tenth of the whole journey. According to his estimation, if the divine thunder reaches the evil spirit, he will definitely die first.

This kind of thing must not be allowed to happen.

"The soul is damaged! Why is it like this?"

Ling'er was a little confused. The master was fine before, how could such a thing happen.

"Alas! I was plotted against by Ming Qianzong. I don't know what kind of evil magic he has cast on my soul. I was just clearing that thing."

Wu Fan did not hide it and explained it briefly.

"It's Ming Qianzong again, damn bastard! Did the master get rid of that thing?"

Hearing this, Ling'er's pretty face turned cold for a moment, she clenched her fists and cursed, and then quickly asked about the business.

"It's not that simple. This evil spell is very weird. I have tried various methods, but it has no effect at all!"

Wu Fan shook his head bitterly.

"What should we do? What harm does this technique have?"

Ling'er was really anxious, with a worried look on her face.

"There is no danger at the moment, and there is nothing wrong with my body. As for what to do, I don't know. I can only figure out a solution later."

Wu Fan shrugged, and after finishing speaking, he looked up at the sky and began to think deeply.

"That's it...! Does the master have a preliminary plan?"

Knowing that the master was upset, Ling'er still asked uneasily.

"Not yet! This kind of evil spell is not easy to break. It seems that we have to hurry up and go to the Eastern Jin Dynasty. In a place like Beidou Region, I don't think anyone can have a good way unless Ming Qianzong is caught. Force him to tell you! Okay, you go back first, I'm thinking of a way!"

Wu Fan shook his head, his eyes swaying, and after speaking, he waved his hand.

"Well, don't worry, Master. There is no end to the problem. I believe you can solve this problem!"

Ling'er nodded, expressed relief, and walked out reluctantly.

Wu Fan thought for a while and found that there was no good way. He got up and went to the storage room, took out all the classics he had collected over the years, and started to read them one by one.