Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

As expected, with his full effort, the space shook more and more frequently, until after a while, the space even made buzzing sounds, and faintly visible cracks appeared, and through the cracks, the outside scene could be seen.

This time, Ming Qianzong was relieved and kept outputting.

But his actions shocked the people outside, and they opened their eyes one after another.

"What's going on? I feel that the space over there is unstable!"

Madam Yan stood up abruptly, her brows furrowed, and pointed to the front right.

"It should be someone breaking the formation, could it be Fellow Daoist Wu?"

Xiahou Jian said in surprise.

"It shouldn't be Brother Wu. With his attainments in formation, it wouldn't be so difficult to break this mere illusion formation!"

Gong Yugan shook his head with a flickering gaze.

"Then do you mean that the one who is breaking the formation is Ming Qianzong?"

Huangfu Sheng's eyes widened and he looked vigilantly in that direction.

"Yes, it must be him!"

Gong Yugan narrowed his eyes and nodded affirmatively.

At this time, Ling'er spoke, she also looked vigilant, because she did not sense the master inside.

"Ling'er girl, what do you mean? Brother Wu must be with Ming Qianzong, shouldn't we rescue him quickly?"

Gong Yugan was a little anxious, and asked with a frown.

"Just listen to me, my master is not necessarily there, because I didn't sense it!"

Ling'er didn't bother to talk nonsense and waved her hand solemnly.

"This... !"

The other people looked at each other.

However, they still believed Ling'er's words.

But if it is really as she said, then they will probably have a fierce battle later.

So a few people did not dare to slack off, and immediately became vigilant, and at the same time summoned the dozen or so Golden Core stage disciples to stand by.

…

At this moment, inside the illusion, Ming Qianzong scanned the vicinity while breaking the formation, carefully searching every inch of the place.

As a result, after a while, he still couldn't find Wu Fan's figure, which made him shake his head and sigh, completely giving up.

Until the illusion here was about to shatter, he suddenly shouted angrily.

"Wu Fan, I know you are here, today I will spare you, but remember, our matter will be settled sooner or later."

After saying this, Ming Qianzong didn't talk nonsense, and immediately wanted to use his full strength to completely break the illusion.

But unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, a sneer came from hundreds of feet away!

"Why wait for the future? Let's settle our grievances today!"

At the same time, in the direction where the voice came from, a white light flashed, and Wu Fan's smiling figure appeared.

But his appearance made Ming Qianzong stunned for a moment, and his hands that wanted to pinch the formula to urge the Mantra Cauldron paused.

But soon, he was overjoyed, and he was not in a hurry to break the formation, but looked at Wu Fan with a cold face, and at the same time took out the blood-colored spear and short halberd.

But his stop made the space on the verge of collapse gradually heal, and even the cracks slowly healed.

However, Ming Qianzong was indifferent to this.

"Hmph! You are really here, but I am very surprised that you dare to come out. Could it be that you are determined to die?"

Ming Qianzong held the spear tightly and said coldly with narrowed eyes.

"No, no, no, you think too much, I came out to kill you!"

Wu Fan quickly shook his hand, speaking in a serious manner.

"Kill me? Haha…! This is really the funniest joke I've heard in the past few hundred years, is your head broken?"

But this sentence made Ming Qianzong raise his eyebrows and couldn't help laughing, his face full of mockery.

"Hehe, do you think I'm joking?"

However, Wu Fan was not moved by this person's ridicule, and still had a smiling appearance, but no matter how you looked at the expression on his face, it was a bit strange, as if it contained a hint of teasing.

"Um~!"

This sentence made Fellow Daoist Ming frown, and there was more vigilance in his heart. Now he has recovered his clarity from joy, and after thinking about it, he does feel very strange.

Normally speaking, the other party's cultivation is still in the middle stage, so he should not dare to come out, but he not only came out, but also said such a sentence, which made him a little confused for a while.

But if you want to say that the other party is really stupid, he naturally doesn't believe it, no one will be impatient to live and seek death by himself.

And now that the other party has this behavior, there is only one explanation, that is, this person really has the confidence to deal with him.

However, he really couldn't figure out where the other party's confidence came from, after all, only a few months had passed, and the other party had only recovered from his injuries at most.

After a moment of contemplation, Ming Qianzong really couldn't think of a reason, but he didn't bother to think about it, at worst, he would just block the soldiers and cover the water with earth. He didn't believe that he couldn't kill the other party with his strength, so he snorted coldly and said:

"Hmph! No matter what cards you have, you will undoubtedly die today!"

After saying this, Ming Qianzong didn't give Wu Fan a chance to speak, and immediately manipulated the blood-colored spear and short halberd to shoot forward at the same time.

Among them, the short halberd flashed with black light, and immediately turned into an evil dragon, shaking its head and tail and pounced, with an extremely vast momentum.

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, Ming Qianzong, remember, in the next life, open your eyes and don't easily offend people you shouldn't offend."

Wu Fan smiled coldly, and with a wave of his arm, the Tiangang Zhanling Sword flashed out, instantly knocking the blood-colored spear away.

And he held the Potian stick in his hand, quickly ran forward, and did not move in the face of the evil dragon, and smashed it back to its original shape with only one stick, but his speed did not slow down much, obviously wanting to get close to Ming Qianzong.

"Hmph! What a big talk!"

Ming Qianzong was furious when he heard the words, but he smiled sarcastically, so he pointed to the Mantra Cauldron above his head with one hand, and suddenly countless sharp swords shot out from the mouth of the cauldron, and swarmed towards Wu Fan.

Now it seems that he is still the same as before.

However, the next moment, his eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

Because Wu Fan smiled strangely, and with a flick of his wide sleeves, dozens of silver sharp swords shot out from inside, and each of them had extremely strong power. As soon as they appeared, they teleported and shuttled in the void, as if they were jumping in space. The silver light flickered and extinguished in the void, and wherever it appeared, it would definitely shatter one of his sword qi.

Moreover, the speed of the hiltless sharp sword was so fast that people couldn't keep up with it, and his countless sword qi couldn't break through the blockade, and it was completely wiped out in the blink of an eye.

This scene made Ming Qianzong stunned, and after a little induction, he was even more shocked.

"It's actually a pseudo-spiritual treasure! You actually have such a treasure. I understand, you have been refining this treasure for the past few months, no wonder you have such confidence. It seems that this treasure was obtained from the ruins here, right?"

Ming Qianzong only thought about it a little, and guessed the ins and outs, and couldn't help but said in a deep voice.