Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

Two days passed as the coalition forces continued to fight and break the formation.

In the past two days, Wu Fan, Qing Yu, Xu Yao, Yin Xiang and other foundation-building monks were trying their best to save the disciples of Qingfeng Sect in order to reduce casualties while fighting and breaking the formation.

Of course, other sect elders also did the same.

But even so, hundreds of disciples on the coalition side died at the hands of the corpse refiner.

Fortunately, after persisting for more than a day, the Corpse Refining Sect stopped the attack.

When this happens, of course it's not that the enemy has given up resistance, it's just that the corpses in their hands have been almost eliminated.

Moreover, the current protective sect formation has reached the edge of fragmentation. The layer of black mist has long since disappeared, leaving only an unusually thin shield still barely supporting it.

…

At this time, on a mountain peak of the Corpse Refining Sect, the old man surnamed Yan and the other five people looked gloomy and terrifying. It can be said that the ability to persist until now is the limit of a few people.

"Senior Brother Yan, what should we do now? No one from the Demon Sect has come to rescue us yet, and we can no longer hold on. If the formation is broken, we will not be able to fight against the opponent's lineup."

The handsome man looked up at the sky with an anxious look on his face, then turned to look at the old man and asked.

"Yes, Senior Brother Yan, if it doesn't work out, let's abandon the sect and retreat. As long as a few of us are still alive, the Corpse Refining Sect can still continue. After the Earth Demon Sect wins the war in the future, we will recruit more disciples and rebuild the sect. Door bar.”

The middle-aged woman named Pan also echoed anxiously.

"Alas! The matter has come to this, Senior Brother Yan, let's retreat!"

The old woman next to him sighed and said softly with a look of pain on his face.

"Damn it, it's all the fault of those beasts from the Earth Demon Sect. Their reinforcements arrived too slowly."

The man named Chu cursed angrily with a gloomy expression.

At this time, the old man surnamed Yan seemed particularly calm. He first raised his head and glanced at the defensive light shield that was about to break. Then he turned around and glanced at the entire Corpse Refining Sect gate, with a sad look in his eyes.

He sighed, as if he had aged a lot in an instant. Although he practiced the evil way, no matter what, the thousands of years of inheritance of the Corpse Refining Sect were destroyed in the hands of his generation. To say that he didn't feel uncomfortable in his heart would be wrong. possible.

The old man said helplessly with a trembling voice:

"Send the order and ask those nephews who hope to advance to the Golden Core stage to come here and tell them not to make any noise."

"Yes, senior brother!"

After hearing the words, the four people slowly exhaled, and then without further delay, they hurriedly sent the transmission notes.

………

At the same time, the formation is in the sky!

"Everyone, please work harder, the formation will be broken soon."

After Situ Lei had just shot an arrow, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned to look at the crowd and shouted.

Everyone nodded after hearing this, threw a pill into their mouths, and started attacking crazily again.

Two consecutive days of non-stop attacking formations were exhausting even for them, Golden Core Stage monks.

…

In front of the formation, thousands of monks from the coalition forces have arrived at the edge of the formation. Like the Supreme Elders, they are also struggling to attack the formation.

"After two whole days, this broken formation is finally going to be broken."

In the crowd, Hao Shi looked at the crumbling light barrier in front of him and said excitedly.

"Don't be too happy too early. The real war has just begun. Fellow Daoist Hao, you'd better find a way to survive first and then be happy."

Not far away, a late-stage foundation-building monk from the Ouyang family looked at Haoshi and sneered!

"Hmph, Ouyang Ke, don't worry, even if you die, I won't die."

Upon hearing this, Hao Shi turned to look at a red-faced middle-aged man and snorted coldly!

"What, you mean you are stronger than me?"

The red-faced man's eyes widened and he said in a cold voice.

"Hmph, we will know if we are strong or not after the war."

Hao Shi didn't show any fear and said angrily.

"You don't have to wait for the war to end. I'm afraid you won't survive until then. Let's see who kills more people between you and me!"

The red-faced man did not give in at all. He smiled sinisterly and proposed a bet. It could be seen that the two of them seemed to have some conflicts in the past.

"Okay, then let's bet 100,000 spirit stones to see who can kill more people."

Hao Shi rolled his eyes and imitated Wu Fan.

"I'm afraid you won't make it!"

When the red-faced man heard that he wanted to bet on the spirit stone, his face was a little uncertain. He finally gritted his teeth and agreed. He really didn't expect that the other party would make this request. He used words to provoke Hao Shi before, just to offend him. , but at this point, if he disagrees, it will make people laugh.

"Haha, stop arguing, you two, you should save more energy to kill the enemy later."

Su Ming smiled slightly and said something to reconcile.

After hearing this, Hao Shi and the red-faced man snorted coldly at the same time and stopped talking.

Wu Fan glanced at the red-faced man from the side, but didn't say anything, but lowered his head and said through the message:

"Ling'er, after entering the Corpse Refining Sect, you can help me collect some treasures. Try to collect as many exercises, elixirs, weapon refining materials, spirit stones, etc. This opportunity is hard-won. Your treasure hunt You should make good use of your magical powers.”

"Okay, but master, don't you need Ling'er's help? What if you meet a golden elixir stage monk?"

Ling'er's voice came from the spirit beast bag.

"It's okay. I have Silver Armor Flying Zombie here. As long as I don't encounter any mid- to late-stage Jindan monks, I can still save my life. Besides, with so many Supreme Elders coming to our coalition, how can we let the Corpse Refining Sect's Jindan stage Don’t worry, the monks are free to deal with ordinary disciples.”

Wu Fan replied noncommittally, appearing confident.

"Okay, Master, don't worry, leave the treasure hunting to me. Hehe, look at how I found the Corpse Refining Sect's treasure house."

Ling'er's sweet laughter came from the spirit beast bag. From what it meant, it seemed as if it was preparing to loot the Corpse Refining Sect's treasure house.

Wu Fan rolled his eyes when he heard this and also smiled.

………

At this moment, inside the mountain gate of the Corpse Refining Sect, the thousands of disciples were looking at the enemy army with despair.

Everyone knew that the enemy would soon attack, and by then, it was unclear how many people would survive.

Some people are even trying to prepare to escape because of fear.

Everyone was hoping in their hearts that reinforcements from the Earth Demon Sect would arrive in time, so that everyone would have a chance to survive.

But no one knew that while they were worried and frightened, eight foundation-building monks had quietly left here.

………

At the same time, inside the low mountain peak, the old man surnamed Yan and five other people were standing in a cave, which was dozens of feet wide.

In front of a few people is a hexagonal teleportation array, which covers an area of ​​three feet and has various mysterious runes scattered all over it.