Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

The ugly old woman naturally didn't need anyone else's orders. If she stayed here now, it would be no different than waiting for death. She also left her opponent behind without saying a word and flew away. During the flight, she glanced at Wu Fan behind her from time to time. She wanted to know who the other party was chasing because she chose a different route from the old man.

But how could the old man surnamed Hou and others let them leave? They quickly used their magical powers to stop them.

Under the suppression of the large sword shadow, the speed of the two men slowed down significantly. Although they were extremely anxious, they had no choice but to retreat while blocking the attacks.

However, at this moment, hundreds of green sword auras suddenly flew from the sky, approaching the two of them. The speed of these sword auras was as fast as lightning, and the pressure emanating from them was even stronger than the attack of the sword cultivator surnamed Hou. It was much stronger, and the old man and the old woman were submerged in it in an instant.

After two screams, the two people were split into several pieces and quickly fell into the air. They could no longer die.

Wu Fan stood expressionless at a high altitude, stretched out his hand and made a slight move, and the storage bags dropped by the two flew to him instantly and were put into his arms.

"Three fellow Taoists, the matter here has been settled. I still have important matters to attend to, so I will leave first."

Wu Fan glanced at the three people who were stunned, and before they could reply, it suddenly turned into a long rainbow and flew into the distance. It disappeared in a few flashes, and the Devil Crying Master also disappeared together.

"Oh my god, who is this fellow Daoist Zhou? Why do I feel that his strength is not much worse than that of a Nascent Soul monk?"

The woman surnamed Ye looked shocked, and exclaimed Wu Fan, who was looking away.

"Well, although I didn't see how this fellow Daoist Zhou captured Devil May Cry, looking at the way he easily killed the two Skeleton Snakes, this person's strength is among the Golden Core Stage monks, and I'm afraid there are few who can match him. My guess was correct before. He was really afraid of wasting time, so he tried to lure Devil May Cry and the others out. You see, this fellow Daoist Zhou left immediately after completing his mission!"

The man named Yu first nodded with a serious expression, then shook his head and said with a wry smile.

"Okay, now that Fellow Daoist Zhou has helped us solve the trouble, we should do the remaining trivial matters by ourselves. Come on, follow me to take back Moling Island. Junior Sister, send a transmission note back to this place. Report the matter to the superior."

The old man surnamed Hou first glanced solemnly at the direction in which Wu Fan disappeared, then turned his head and ordered the woman. After speaking, he flew straight to the battlefield of the disciples in the distance.

"Yes, senior brother."

The woman nodded in agreement, turned over her hand and took out a transmission note, and then began to narrate the story in a very detailed voice.

The man surnamed Yu followed closely after the old man surnamed Hou.

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Half a day later…

In a cave somewhere on a small desert island, Wu Fan was sitting cross-legged on the ground. He raised his hands with a suspicious look in his eyes and began to draw in the air. In just a blink of an eye, a forbidden rune appeared. in front of him.

So under the urging of Wu Fan's spiritual consciousness, the forbidden rune immediately flew towards Devil May Cry lying on the ground, and immediately entered his mind.

Then Wu Fan stretched out his right hand, pressed it on the man's head without hesitation, and closed his eyes.

Although Wu Fan and Devil May Cry are both late-stage monks, his spiritual consciousness is far more powerful than others. What's more, he also used an extremely powerful restraining technique to seal Devil May Cry's soul, so he can also forcibly search for souls.

Next, he has to go on a mission. If he can get some useful information from Devil May Cry, it will save a lot of trouble. After all, only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle.

After a moment of burning incense, Wu Fan slowly opened his eyes. He was silent for a moment with his eyes swaying, then he put away Gui Qi's body and flew away from here.

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Half a month later...

Somewhere at the junction of Wanjian Sect and Ghost Spirit Sect, there is a young man flying in the sky with a weapon.

This person has an average appearance. Apart from his fair face, there is nothing out of the ordinary about him. It can be said that he is the kind of person that no one would take a second look at if he is thrown into a crowd. And its cultivation level is not high, only in the early stage of foundation building.

It seemed that this person was a monk from the Ghost Spirit Sect, and his flight direction was towards a large island a hundred miles away.

That island is called "Red Jade Island" and was formerly under the jurisdiction of the Wanjian Sect, but was seized by the Ghost Spirit Sect more than ten years ago.

This island is rich in a material called "red stone jade", which is a common material used in formation formations. Although it is not precious, in some formations, this material is really indispensable, so , the Ghost Spirit Sect also spent a lot of effort to capture this island.

During the flight, the young man looked like he was traveling around the mountains and rivers, as if he was in a good mood. At this moment, he could vaguely see the island in front of him.

He never thought that he would encounter danger here. After all, this sea area is now the territory of his Ghost Spirit Sect, and as long as he returns to Ruby Island, he can rest for another year, because he has just completed For a task, there will be no more tasks assigned to him in a short period of time.

However, just as he was humming a little tune and flying with a relaxed and comfortable expression on his face, a cold male voice suddenly sounded in his ear!

"Are you a disciple of the Ghost Spirit Sect?"

"Whoever is there, get out of here."

The young man was startled when he heard the words, and hurriedly turned his head to look, and shouted loudly. However, there was no one around, and he was really scared. He immediately took a defensive posture and looked around vigilantly.

"Well, since you don't say it, it must be. If so, I'm really sorry."

The man's voice came out again, and then the space next to the young man suddenly fluctuated, and then a young man who looked like a scholar appeared.

"You, who are you, why are you stopping me."

Seeing the person in front of him, the young man's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly retreated to the back, while asking loudly, but when he scanned the person with his spiritual sense, his heart sank, and his face turned pale.

The man who just appeared didn't say a word of nonsense, but raised his arm without warning and grabbed forward. Suddenly, a golden hand about ten feet long flew out and grabbed the young man not far away.

As expected, the young man was immediately imprisoned there, and no matter how he struggled, it was useless.

The scholar didn't say much, and came to the young man in a flash, and pressed his right hand directly on his head, and a scream was heard at the same time.