Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

“That’s true. Sigh! Let's not think about that. Senior Brother, do you have a way out?”

The young man nodded in agreement, then asked dejectedly.

“You and I are both ignorant of restrictions. Now, the only way is to use brute force to break through. Maybe there's a chance to escape. At worst, we won't die here. At most, we'll be trapped for a while, and when our Shishu discovers the mark we left, he'll come and rescue us.”

The old man pondered slightly, then said calmly.

“Senior Brother is right, then I'll listen to you!”

The young man's face looked a little better after hearing this. Without further ado, he tossed a square seal into the sky. As it met the wind, it grew to the size of ten feet and smashed fiercely towards the colorful clouds in front.

“Everyone, disciples, attack together!”

The old man shouted and threw a long spear at the colorful clouds.

The dozen or so disciples behind him heard the order and dared not hesitate. They released their respective magical artifacts to attack the colorful clouds.

For a time, the sound of wind and thunder exploded, and various spiritual lights intertwined, emitting bursts of roaring sounds. Even the ground shook.

A dozen people attacking together was indeed powerful enough.

But before these people could be happy, expressions of astonishment appeared on their faces.

Because in the intertwined spiritual lights, the colorful clouds suddenly shone brightly, suppressing the spiritual lights of more than a dozen magical artifacts. The next moment, a solemn sound of Sanskrit came from the colorful clouds, and then more than a dozen magical artifacts were simultaneously bounced back.

The old man and the young man were shocked when they saw this. They hurriedly controlled their magical artifacts and stared blankly at the front.

Because they felt that there was something wrong with this restriction.

But soon, the young man snorted coldly and fearlessly controlled the seal to smash again.

But at this moment, the colorful clouds covering the area suddenly flashed wildly, and a phantom-like colorful lotus emerged from within, measuring a hundred feet in size.

A dozen people were stunned at the same time, but before they could understand what was happening, the colorful lotus spun around and sprayed out a sea of ​​fire, covering an area of ​​more than ten miles, and a hot breath filled the space.

“What's going on? Didn't Senior Brother say that this restriction was not aggressive?”

The young man's eyes widened, his face full of horror, and he screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

But the old man ignored him and quickly took out various protective magic weapons and turned around to flee into the distance.

Because the sea of ​​fire was pressing down mercilessly.

This time, including the young man, more than a dozen people did not dare to be negligent. They also activated their respective magic weapons to protect their bodies, stuck a few more talismans on their bodies, and then turned their heads and ran away in panic.

But the sea of ​​fire covered the entire nearby area, how could they escape?

In an instant, the sea of ​​fire engulfed more than a dozen people, followed by screams of misery, and then there was silence.

After a while, the sea of ​​fire dissipated on its own, the colorful clouds also collapsed, and there was no one in the vicinity.

………

In the current Dragonfall Valley, incidents like the previous ones are happening almost every moment.

Not to mention Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, even Golden Core stage cultivators are often cut in half by space cracks.

Looking at it this way, Dragonfall Valley is indeed worthy of its fierce reputation as the most dangerous place in the Dragonfall Domain. To find treasures here, one must be prepared to lose their life at any time.

Of course, since ancient times, many Nascent Soul stage cultivators have died in space cracks.

Wu Fan had only heard about these things and had not seen them with his own eyes, but at this moment he was extremely careful.

During the low-altitude flight over a plain, Wu Fan always activated the Demonic Eye, vigilantly watching the movements ahead. He didn't know if the Demonic Eye could see invisible cracks, but it was necessary to take precautions.

But Huangfu Sheng and others looked relaxed and at ease, chatting and laughing along the way, as if they didn't care about the potential danger.

But then again, they did have the confidence, because these people were very well prepared. Not long after entering Dragonfall Valley, they each took out some things, including various forms of puppets, or the zombie refined by a disciple, and even brought a lot of low-level monsters.

Looking ahead, hundreds of such things were lined up, exploring the way forward without leaving any blind spots.

It is not difficult to see that these people are experienced and have made sufficient preparations early on.

But even so, Wu Fan still dared not be careless, because he had heard that there was a kind of invisible space crack that was constantly moving, with no fixed position at all. It might suddenly attack from overhead or from the side, making it impossible to defend against.

He had also consulted the others about this matter, and the answer he got was that it did exist, but there were not many of them. Unless a certain space was extremely unstable, such space cracks would be created, and it was difficult to encounter them.

This is why the others were so careless.

But Wu Fan had always been cautious in his life and would not relax his vigilance because of the others' careless words.

As a result, the facts proved that his caution was right.

Because at this time, Wu Fan was casually sweeping around, but the next moment he suddenly looked up at a certain place, and his brow could not help but wrinkle.

He thought he had seen it wrong and uncertainly increased the operation of the Demonic Eye technique. For a time, the entire pupil was pitch black, even looking a little strange.

But he was not afraid of being discovered by others at all. Instead, his face changed drastically, and he suddenly shouted:

“Madam Yan, be careful!”

This shout inevitably stunned everyone, and they stopped.

Madam Yan turned her head in confusion. She really didn't understand why Wu Fan was making such a fuss, after all, there was no danger nearby.

As a result, as soon as this woman turned her head, she only saw a afterimage flash past. Then, she felt a huge force pulling her to the side.

The power was very strong, making her unable to break free. By the time she came back to her senses, she found that she had come five feet away, and Wu Fan was standing on the side, staring intently at the front.

“Wu Daoyou, what are you doing?”

Madam Yan frowned slightly, took a step back, broke free from Wu Fan's right hand, and then rubbed the painful spot on her left arm.

At this time, Gong Yugan, Xiahou Jian, Huangfu Sheng and others also turned their heads in surprise.

“If I'm not mistaken, this should be a moving invisible crack.”

Without explaining much, Wu Fan took out a white handkerchief, which looked like an ordinary small magic weapon.

But when Wu Fan threw the handkerchief, it quickly became larger, turning into a five or six feet large cloth in the blink of an eye, and then floated forward with the wind.

Until this handkerchief flew to the place where Madam Yan had just stood, a miraculous thing happened. The originally intact handkerchief actually cracked from the middle, and the crack was moving quickly to the right. In just a few breaths, the crack reached the end, and at this time, the right half of the handkerchief was also divided into two halves.

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