Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

As soon as the woman finished speaking, the other Golden Core monks on the flying boat looked over, obviously waiting for the old man named Di's decision.

"Since all the junior brothers and sisters have this intention, then I will listen to you. This Xuanyin Sect really needs to be beaten. However, with the strength of our group, I am afraid that we cannot keep all these people, but it is still easy to kill most of them. ”

The old man surnamed Di was silent for a moment, then a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he nodded in agreement.

"Okay, since senior brother also agrees with this matter, I will clear the place now."

When the man named Ji heard this, a look of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly glanced around and shouted:

"Fellow Taoists here, you must also know about the festival between Wanjian Sect and Xuanyin Sect, so I won't talk nonsense. I hope all Taoists will stay away from this place for a while. If there are any who refuse to listen to the dissuasion and still stay here, I, the Wanjian Sect, will not be held responsible for the accidental injury to you during that battle."

The sound was like a bell, and it spread throughout a hundred miles in an instant.

As soon as he finished speaking, all the monks lingering here suddenly changed their expressions. Without saying a word, they turned around and flew away into the distance.

Just kidding, the fight between two major sects is no joke. They don’t want to wade into this muddy water, so it’s better to keep a distance.

Of course, these thousands of people did not go too far, they just left the area, and some just flew high into the sky, obviously wanting to witness the battle.

However, when these words reached the ears of Xuanyin Sect, everyone suddenly stood up like ants on a hot pot, looking at the people of Wanjian Sect in the distance with vigilant eyes, and at the same time, they also released their own energy. Magic weapon, but in their eyes, the nervousness can be clearly seen.

"Di Jinghong, what do you mean? Do you also want to fight against my Xuanyin Cult here? Aren't you afraid that in the end we will both lose and all the treasures here will be robbed by others?"

On the Xuanyin Sect's spaceship, the old man surnamed Xue suddenly shouted with a gloomy look, and the person he was looking at was the old man surnamed Di from Wanjian Sect.

"Hmph! What a joke. Will we both suffer losses if we kill you? Do you think that my Wanjian Sect is comparable to your Xuanyin Sect?"

After hearing this, the old man surnamed Di couldn't help but sneered, his eyes showing a strong look.

"Di Jinghong, don't be too arrogant. Although your Wanjian Sect has a large number of people with high-end combat power, there are only you and me in the late-stage Golden Core cultivators. Do you really think you can keep me waiting?"

The old man surnamed Xue was furious when he heard this. When had he been looked down upon like this before, he shouted angrily.

"Hmph, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you! The disciples of Wanjian Sect obey my orders and kill them!"

The old man surnamed Di's eyes flashed coldly, and then he turned to look at the people of Wanjian Sect and shouted loudly.

"yes!"

Hundreds of people took orders at the same time, their voices were like thunder, and everyone could see the murderous aura in their eyes. As soon as the words fell behind, they suddenly turned into rainbows and flew towards the Xuanyin Sect.

At the same time, the old man surnamed Di also rushed downwards quickly with nearly twenty Jindan monks around him.

For a time, flying swords of various colors pierced the sky, and the sound of swords was loud. The scene was really terrifying.

"Disciples, listen to my orders and follow me to defend the enemy with all your strength!"

When the old man surnamed Xue saw this, his face was so ugly that it seemed like water could drip from his face, but he knew that it couldn't be done, so he also gave an order to everyone behind him.

As for himself, he led the other nine Golden Core Stage monks to quickly attack upwards.

As for the nearly two hundred disciples, they could only follow quickly reluctantly, because they knew that if they left, they would probably die, but they did not dare to disobey the order. Of course, even if they turned now If you just run away, it is impossible to escape the pursuit of the people of Wanjian Sect.

"Junior brothers and sisters, let's hold off for a while and try our best to delay the arrival of the "Ghost Spirit Sect" group. If nothing can be done, then let's escape from here as soon as possible. As for our disciples...! Then it's up to them. What's the fate?"

During the flight, the old man surnamed Xue said to the people around him with a gloomy expression.

"I know, senior brother, but I don't think we can hold out until those people from the Ghost Spirit Sect arrive, because with our strength, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on even for a stick of incense, and we may be unable to resist."

After hearing this, the other nine people all nodded with helplessness in their eyes, while the man named Guo, the formation master, shook his head and sighed.

"I also know what Junior Brother Guo said, but now there is no other way but to take a gamble."

After hearing this, the old man surnamed Xue also shook his head and sighed.

At this moment, the two parties finally met together, and the war was about to break out.

I saw the Jindan monks of Xuanyin Sect quickly facing their opponents, but their opponents were twice as many as ours, so they had no choice but to fight one against two.

But in this case, as soon as the two sides came into contact, everyone in the Xuanyin Sect was immediately at a disadvantage, so they could only defend with all their strength, while fighting and retreating, trying to hold back everyone on the other side and give their disciples a chance to survive. .

But everyone in the Wanjian Sect is a sword cultivator. It can be said that everyone is a rare opponent at the same level. How can they stop them.

But as soon as the fight started, two early-stage Jindan monks broke out of the blockade and rushed straight to the Xuanyin Sect disciples below.

Although the Xuanyin Sect tried their best to stop them, they could only watch helplessly as the two men rushed into the crowd of their own disciples.

The following scene is self-evident. How could the foundation-building disciples of the Xuanyin Sect stop the sword cultivators of the Jindan period? The two of them were like wolves entering a flock of sheep, and they killed more than a dozen people in an instant!

After seeing this scene, the old man surnamed Xue was immediately furious, so he looked at the old man surnamed Di and suddenly shouted:

"Di Jinghong, you are too much, I will fight you."

As soon as the voice fell, he waved the black flag in his hand, and suddenly a thick black fog emerged, and then spread all around, covering a radius of a hundred feet in an instant, and then suddenly there was a terrifying ghost cry, as if it came from the underworld.

At this moment, a shocking scene appeared. In the black fog, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared. A closer look revealed that it was a ghost with a green face and fangs.

This ghost was nearly three meters tall, with a single horn on its head, blood-red eyes, purple-black nails flashing with sharp luster, and a rotten smell emanating from its body. Judging from its appearance, it was really terrifying.

When this ghost showed its body, it immediately looked up to the sky and howled, and then instantly pounced on the old man surnamed Di with its fangs and claws bared. From the aura emanating from its body, it was actually faintly a late Jindan cultivation.

From this, it can be seen that it is no wonder that the old man surnamed Xue had the confidence to stop the people of the Wanjian Sect for a while. If it didn't have this thing, he would not have this confidence at all.