Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

When the talisman flew to the four tables, it instantly turned into flames and dissipated, but the light curtain suddenly cracked a big hole.

As Wu Fan waved his arm, all the items on the four tables suddenly turned into flowing light and flew out, and soon sank into the storage ring.

Then Wu Fan waved his arm again, and the corpse and Yuanying of the white bone demon in the distance, as well as the bronze mirror and eighteen skulls flew towards this side at the same time, and also sank into the storage ring.

Of course, the storage bag of the white bone demon was put into his arms.

"Ling'er, let's go into the small space."

Seeing that there was nothing in the third floor, Wu Fan sat cross-legged on the ground, put his hands on the iron box containing the "spiritual treasure", and smiled at Ling'er beside him.

Ling'er naturally agreed when she heard it, and then quickly flew into Wu Fan's arms.

Then a white light suddenly appeared on the third floor. It was not until a quarter of an hour later that the place became quiet. Except for the five desks, there was nothing here!

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In the bedroom of the small space, Wu Fan sat cross-legged on the bed. After he threw a few healing pills and magic power recovery pills that he was reluctant to use into his mouth, he closed his eyes and hurriedly began to refine the medicine, looking extremely anxious.

Now Wu Fan's body was seriously injured, and his true energy was exhausted. He had no time to delay. After entering the small space, he didn't even check the treasures. He just explained to Ling'er and rushed to the bedroom in a hurry.

Because he didn't know when those people on the second floor would come up, if he couldn't leave here before those people broke the illusion array, he would be in big trouble.

In addition, there was not much time left before the secret realm was closed, and he had to hurry to leave here, otherwise the trouble would be even greater.

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In the closed-door healing, a month passed in the small space.

At this moment, three days have passed in the outside world!

On this day, Wu Fan in the bedroom slowly opened his eyes.

After such a long period of healing, his injuries have now recovered 60%, and his exhausted mana has almost recovered. At least he has the power to protect himself.

So he plans to leave here first. As for the unhealed injuries in his body, he can continue to treat them on the way back. Now the most important thing is to leave the secret realm as soon as possible.

So Wu Fan got up and went straight to the storage room, and at the same time called Ling'er out of the spirit beast room.

As for the purpose of going to the storage room, it is naturally to put all the precious treasures in it. He doesn't want to carry these treasures with him.

And these treasures, in addition to those obtained from killing, are all the items on the third floor, of course, and the storage bag of the old white bone demon.

Now time is urgent, he decided to wait until he returns to "Black Bull Island" to check these treasures, so it didn't take long for him to return to the courtyard.

Next to the well, Wu Fan glanced at the corpse of the white-bone demon at his feet, then snorted and burned it to ashes.

Then he looked at the iron box on the ground again, and returned to the outside world with Ling'er.

He thought he couldn't lift the iron box, and he didn't want to destroy the seal left by the white-bone demon on it, so he decided to put it here first and make plans later.

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On the third floor of the outer hall, after a flash of white light, Wu Fan appeared instantly.

However, as soon as he came out, he immediately prepared for battle and quickly scanned the room.

As a result, the tension on his face disappeared immediately, and he slowly showed a smile.

Because through observation, not only was there no one here, but it didn't look like anyone had set foot here, so he guessed that those people should still be trapped in the maze on the second floor.

In this way, he didn't have anything to worry about.

So Wu Fan looked around and thought about it. In order not to leave any trouble, he cleared all the traces here, including breath, blood, etc., and then he walked to the second floor with confidence.

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After passing through a straight downward staircase, he soon came to the second floor maze. There was a vast expanse of white in front of him, but under the gaze of Wu Fan's demon pupil, it suddenly became clear.

Just as he guessed, Jiang Zeyang, Di Jinghong, Xiao Wendao and others were still trapped here.

At this moment, these people's faces were full of anxiety, but they kept turning in circles, and no one could get out of here.

However, from what these people said, it was obvious that they placed all their hopes on the "old man surnamed Chu", because only this person was a formation master here.

And at this moment, this formation master was also trying hard to break the formation.

Wu Fan glanced at these people, then chuckled and walked straight to the door leading to the first floor.

With the magic of his demon pupil, the maze could not trap him, so it only took him a moment to reach the exit and headed straight to the first floor.

During this period, no one could detect his existence.

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At the same time, on the giant square outside the hall, there was no one here at the moment.

Of course, this is not absolute, because in a forest below the square, there was a person walking back and forth anxiously.

And this person was none other than Dong Zhuojun who had never left.

As for the people from the big clans on the square before, they had already left here three days ago.

Because after "Jiang Zeyang" and Xiao Wendao, Di Jinghong, Yin Xiangsheng, Feng Tianya, Yu Lingxianzi and other leaders of the major sects climbed the steps, they sent a message to inform their disciples and asked the Jindan-stage monks to lead the disciples to return to the outside world as soon as possible.

Because they didn't know when they could come out of the hall, they didn't want to let the disciples wait here for a long time, fearing that they would miss the closing time of the secret realm and couldn't get out.

After all, no one can predict this matter, so just in case, it's better to leave first, and there's no need to take risks here.

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At this moment, Dong Zhuojun was anxious and kept walking, and at the same time he was hesitant in his heart, not knowing whether he should leave here first or continue to wait for Wu Fan to come out.

With his flying speed, if he left now, he would definitely be able to get out before the secret realm closed, but if he delayed for a while, it would be difficult for him to get out.

In fact, at this moment, Dong Zhuojun was also hesitating whether to take a gamble, because if he could bet that Wu Fan would come out within a few days, then he would not be afraid of anything, because he knew the speed of Wu Fan's Swift Boat very well.

But if Wu Fan got into trouble inside and couldn't come out, then he would naturally be buried with him.

That's why he was hesitant now, not knowing whether to leave now or take a gamble, betting that Wu Fan would come out within a few days.