Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

"Boy, I didn't expect your ambition to be quite big. Do you know what the Tiangang Divine Tree is? Is this kind of treasure within your reach?"

After hearing this, the old man Xiahou also sneered, and said sarcastically in a arrogant manner!

"Haha, what a joke. This sacred tree of Tiangang is an ownerless thing, so of course it must be inhabited by capable people. What? Does this sacred tree have to be owned by your Wanjian Sect? No one else can get involved?"

When Wu Fan heard this, he couldn't help but feel angry, and couldn't help but ask a question with a smile on his face.

"Boy, just because you are a first-level casual cultivator, even if you get it, you won't be able to save your life. What's more, with me here today, you are not even qualified to see this sacred tree."

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the old man Xiahou, and what he said was extremely arrogant, as if Wu Fan, a casual cultivator, was nothing to him.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed. He suddenly turned his head and looked back, and then suddenly shouted angrily:

"Evil beast, seeking death!"

In the distance, Ling'er happened to kill an old man in the early stage of the Golden Core. When the old man Xiahou saw this, his face was no longer calm, and he was in no mood to continue to ridicule Wu Fan, so he flashed, Run over there at top speed.

"Hey, fellow Taoist, your opponent is me!"

After Wu Fan saw this, he couldn't help but grinned strangely, and then reached out to touch the puppet in front of him. The puppet suddenly turned into a silver shadow and stopped in front of the old man Xiahou, so he raised his long knife and slashed at him wildly.

"Damn it, boy, you're looking for death."

Forced by helplessness, the old man Xiahou could only stop and defend. He could only watch Ling'er running towards the next person, but he cursed angrily at Wu Fan with a gloomy expression.

"Hmph, old guy, don't use your words, just kill me if you can."

Wu Fan snorted angrily when he heard this, then flicked his arm, and the Vajra Ring and Burning Sword flew out. After hovering in the air for a while, they instantly flew towards the old man Xiahou.

It can be seen that Wu Fan is also preparing to use all his strength to stop this person. Of course, as long as his gold yuan shines heavily on this person, the silver-armored puppet will be able to cling to him.

Sure enough, when the Vajra Ring and the Burning Sword were added, the old man Xiahou became even more confused. He could only distract himself to block it, but was completely unable to escape.

As for Wu Fan himself, he was using his extremely fast phantom and was constantly harassing his surroundings. Every time he threw a punch, a huge black fist shadow would attack him. Along the way, a buzzing sound could be heard in the space. From the buzzing sound, it can be seen that the power of this fist shadow is also quite powerful. And this magical power is also the Demonic Fist that Wu Fan has been practicing since he entered the world of immortality.

Wu Fan's series of attacks shocked the old man Xiahou. He never thought that one day he would be beaten so embarrassingly by a mere early-stage monk. At this moment, he had even used all his I have used all kinds of methods, including my life magic weapon, but I still can't escape from this place.

Of course, the thing that troubled him the most was actually the silver-armored puppet. Although he was not afraid of this puppet in a head-on battle, he had to say that the puppet's defensive power was indeed astonishing. There are only shallow marks left on the body, and there is no way to break it.

In addition, the diamond ring also made old Xiahou extremely upset. It can be said that except for his own magic weapon, the Flying Sword, he had no weapon that could compare with this ring.

Every time this ring came under the "buzzing" cover from high in the sky, he had to devote most of his energy to resist it, because he could see that this treasure had the function of trapping people.

As for the Burning Sword and Demon Sky Fist Shadow, the old man Xiahou didn't care much. Whenever he waved a sword energy, he could block these attacks and couldn't get close at all.

But even so, he was exhausted from all the attacks, and in the end he could only defend with all his strength, and had no energy to save others.

Of course, Wu Fan also wanted this result.

…

At the same time, outside the battlefield, Dong Zhuojun and the woman named Nalan were still fighting fiercely. Normally, Dong Zhuojun would definitely not be this woman's opponent, but now the woman was seriously injured, and Dong Zhuojun was not strong enough. Weak, and he is still a mid-level peak monk, so Dong Zhuojun must have the advantage in this fight.

In just a moment, the woman surnamed Lan was in danger of being beaten. She had no choice but to try her best to defend. Moreover, the injuries in her body became more and more serious, and the attacks she launched became weaker and weaker. It can be seen that if time passes, Over time, this woman will definitely lose.

As for the other battlefield, it can be said to be a massacre. Just screams and wails can be heard one after another. Every time Ling'er flashes, it will take away one person's life. Even the golden elixir stage monks are not one of them. enemy.

In just a dozen breaths of time, two early-stage Jindan monks died unexpectedly, and a dozen other disciples in the foundation-building stage were also killed by Ling'er.

If Li and Qin hadn't hastily set up a defensive formation around them, I'm afraid they would have been dead at this moment.

As for the remaining disciples, they were all running for their lives with pale faces and fear in their eyes. Every time they looked at the white shadow, they felt like they were being killed by the God of Death.

…

Just like that, the time for half a cup of tea passed quickly.

At this moment, a woman's shrill scream suddenly came, and the sound alarmed everyone nearby.

I saw a flying sword with a flashing blue light, which instantly pierced through the head of the woman surnamed Lan, and a burst of red blood also spurted out from the wound. Then I saw the woman fell to the ground, and after twitching a few times, she was motionless.

On the other side, Dong Zhuojun stretched out his hand with a pale face, and the blue flying sword just now flew back instantly and soon stopped above his head.

I saw that Dong Zhuojun looked a little bad at this moment, with a faint trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and his body was shaking a little. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

And he had such an injury because of the dying counterattack of the woman surnamed Lan just now.

In fact, Dong Zhuojun was a little careless before. He never thought that the woman had been so seriously injured, but she could still launch such a powerful attack at the last moment of death. Dong Zhuojun was also careless and was finally seriously injured by the other party.

But fortunately, he had completed the task, and the woman was finally killed by him. Since then, he felt a little comforted.

Then, regardless of his injuries, he stomped his feet on the ground and rushed towards Wu Fan in an instant. Obviously, he was there to help.

…

At the same time, a white shadow was running towards this side at a high speed in the distance. After a few flashes, it arrived at this battlefield, and Ling'er's figure was also revealed.