Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

"There is nothing you can do about it now. Prepare to fight. Even if you die, I will take them to be buried with you!"

Wu Fan said in a deep voice, his eyes flashed coldly, as if he was dead.

"Okay, then just listen to the master."

Ling'er nodded heavily, a look of determination also appeared in his eyes, and stopped after finishing speaking.

At this moment, Yin Ming and others have arrived not far away, and the colorful clouds behind are not far away from here.

"Boy, let me see where you are going this time. Since you dare to kill me, the Supreme Elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect, you must be prepared to die."

As soon as Yin Ming came closer, he looked at Wu Fan and shouted in a cold voice. However, although he said so, there was no hatred on his face. It was obvious that these words were meant for Yu Tiandu and others behind him.

"Brother Teng, let's fight quickly and catch this kid and leave quickly."

At the same time, Yin Ming immediately sent a message to Teng Chong next to him. After saying that, he immediately released the mother and son ghosts. As he pointed forward with one hand, the two ghosts seemed to be captured. As if he had received the order, he rushed towards Wu Fan with a strange scream.

"good!"

Tengchong nodded solemnly, then he waved one hand involuntarily, and the black dagger he had been holding in his hand suddenly turned into a black light and struck Ling'er. Obviously, he wanted to hold Ling'er back first.

"snort!"

Wu Fan snorted coldly and without saying anything else, he threw the "Golden Xia Mirror" he had prepared over his head. As a ray of rays of light fell, his whole body was immediately wrapped tightly.

After preparing his defense, Wu Fan immediately threw out the Ten Thousand Souls Flag in his hand. As it turned into a giant object ten feet tall, a large amount of sinister energy suddenly surged out, covering an area of ​​several hundred feet in the blink of an eye. area, and then a large number of ghosts flew out, roaring and rushing towards the mother and son ghosts.

At the same time, he also took out the Tiangang Spirit-Slaying Sword and the Sky-Breaking Stick, just in case something unexpected happened.

Immediately, countless ghosts started fighting with the mother and son ghosts. Although the two ghosts were much stronger, they could not break through the blockade for a while.

As for Ling'er, she feels much more relaxed now. Under her attacks with crescent-shaped sharp lights, Tengchong can only be passively beaten. Even the dagger has been knocked away. At this moment, he can only rely on one defense. The magic weapon barely supported him, and at the same time he used some spells to hold Ling'er back.

Since Yin Ming wanted to fight quickly, he naturally couldn't use this method. As soon as he threw out the two ghosts, he immediately turned into a black light and rushed towards Wu Fan.

Naturally, those evil spirits could not stop him in the slightest. Even the densely packed ghosts looked extremely frightened when they saw this person, and they flew to both sides to make way for him.

Upon seeing this, Wu Fan immediately held the sky-breaking stick in his hand and stood guard. At the same time, the Tiangang Spirit-Severing Sword immediately turned into a rainbow and struck towards Yinming. At this time, the golden-armored puppet also stood in front of him with a flash of golden light.

Wu Fan's purpose was also simple. He just wanted to stop the other party until Yu Tiandu and the human-faced fire butterfly came over.

Until then, he can use those phantom butterflies to share the pressure, and finally find a way to escape from the chaos.

Although he had a good idea, how could Yin Ming give him this opportunity? Facing the attack of the Tiangang Spirit-Severing Sword, Yin Ming just waved his hand. After a black light flashed, the Tiangang Spirit-Severing Sword was immediately knocked away. At this time, the black light was also knocked away and revealed its true form, which turned out to be a magic weapon that looked like a sickle. If the prediction was correct, this should be Yin Ming's natural magic weapon.

"Eh!" Seeing this scene, Yin Ming couldn't help but a flash of surprise in his eyes. He couldn't help but glance at the Tiangang Spirit-Slaying Sword in the distance. He really didn't expect that his magic weapon was actually on par with the opponent's magic weapon. You know, his magic weapon has been cultivated for nearly a thousand years.

But there was no time for him to think too much now. After retracting his gaze, he quickly rushed forward again and soon arrived not far from Wu Fan.

Then I saw a cold light flash in his eyes, and he didn't know when he was holding something like a bracelet in his hand.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be composed of more than a dozen skulls the size of walnuts.

This bracelet has a very strong Yin evil spirit, and it looks extraordinary at first glance. It is obvious that this is Yin Ming's trump card. If nothing else, he wants to quickly capture Wu Fan, and he relies on this bracelet. .

Yin Ming didn't hesitate. As soon as he dropped his palm, the bracelet immediately flew into the sky and quickly decomposed.

Then an incredible scene occurred, and the dozens of skulls grew longer in the wind, and instantly turned into forest-white skulls about ten feet in size.

More than a dozen huge skulls were lined up in a row. As the mouths opened and closed, strange screams came out. Strange purple flames danced in the two empty eye sockets, giving people an extremely terrifying feeling.

"Go, catch him!!" Yin Ming pointed at Wu Fan and suddenly shouted.

Immediately, as if they had received an order, those dozen huge skulls turned into white light and rushed towards Wu Fan, as if they wanted to tear him into pieces.

After seeing this scene, Wu Fan couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. Based on his feeling, these skulls were no worse than the mother and son ghosts.

Without thinking too much, this wave of attacks must be stopped, because Yu, Liang and those human-faced fire butterflies have already arrived nearby.

As soon as an order was issued, the golden-armored puppet immediately slashed forward with a long knife in his hand, and the sword light shot out, hitting the skull without missing a beat.

But what was surprising was that the skulls only shook slightly, and their speed did not slow down at all, and there was not even a trace of cracks on them, as if they were indestructible.

Wu Fan's eyes narrowed, and he dared not neglect anything. He activated the Heavenly Demon Tyrant Body Art in his body, raised the Sky Breaking Stick and smashed it hard at the first skull that rushed over.

A loud "bang" sounded, and the power of this attack was not light. Although the Sky Breaking Stick had just opened the first restriction, it was a rare spiritual treasure after all, and its power was naturally not comparable to that of ordinary magic weapons.

The skull was instantly knocked away more than ten feet away, but Wu Fan's face turned pale at this time, and he was also blown away, and his blood and qi in his body surged, and he tried hard not to cough up blood.

It can be seen that Wu Fan's strength is still too low, and he can't exert the true power of the Sky Breaking Stick at all. If he hadn't practiced the Heavenly Demon Tyrant Body Art, I'm afraid this would have been fatal.

But at this moment, he had no time to breathe. After forcibly suppressing the surging blood in his body, he hurriedly swung the Sky-breaking Stick again and smashed it.

Just like that, bursts of loud noises continued to be heard, and at this moment, Wu Fan was also smashed back again and again.

Until the ninth skull was knocked away, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and coughed up a mouthful of blood. At the same time, his face turned extremely pale. Obviously, he was injured.

But at this time, there were still three skulls flying towards him.