Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

"Twenty-five yuan? Hehe, I'm afraid it's more than that? According to what you just said, this mine can extract one piece every five years, but it's been a thousand years, and now there are only twenty-five yuan. Fellow Taoist, I think I can Do you believe it?”

When Wu Fan heard this, the corner of his mouth curled up with a mocking look on his face.

"I said, Fellow Daoist Wu, you have wronged me. You must also know that our Ming Yin Sect has been a small and unknown force since its establishment. It was only after discovering this mine that we gradually started to gain some influence. Strong."

"But over the years, in order to strengthen the sect, several of our ancestors have spent almost all the amethyst and nephrite they obtained on purchasing supplies, and have not saved anything at all. But these things in my hand are still under my control. The sect has accumulated it gradually, otherwise I might not even have these. I hope fellow Taoist people can tell me that everything I said is true."

Xue Tianni's face twitched when he heard this, looking like he was wronged, and he quickly explained pitifully.

At the same time, he took the time to look down and found that in just a short time, less than half of Party B's army had been killed. This scene made him even more frightened.

"What you said seems reasonable, but Wu still doesn't believe it!"

Wu Fan was unmoved when he saw this, looked at the other party and sneered.

"Then, how can Fellow Daoist Wu believe it? Otherwise, it would be great. I'll show you the storage bag. If you like something, just take it. The twenty-five pieces of amethyst and nephrite are also in it. , I wonder if Fellow Daoist Wu can spare my life?”

Xue Tianni was very worried and asked hurriedly with a bitter look on his face!

However, what Wu Fan said next made him feel like he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Haha, let's forget it. I never thought about letting you go. As for your storage bag, I will naturally take it away. However, I still want to search for your soul!"

Wu Fan sneered coldly with his eyes. As soon as he finished speaking, the Tiangang Spirit-Slashing Sword above his head suddenly turned into a stream of light and struck at the opponent.

"Asshole, Mr. Wu, you will definitely die badly in the future!"

Xue Tianni's eyes flashed with fear when he saw this, his face darkened, and he cursed viciously. At the same time, he waved his arms twice, and saw two rays of light, one black and one white, flying out of his sleeves in an instant. They struck at the Tiangang Spirit-Slashing Sword and Wu Fan respectively.

As for himself, he took this opportunity to gallop away into the distance.

A loud "boom" sound came, and as far as the eye could see, the white light turned into a giant skull, and when it opened and closed, it directly hit the Tiangang Spirit-Slaying Sword.

But the result was that the Spirit-Zlaying Sword only swayed slightly and then stopped. But looking at the skull, it was instantly smashed into pieces, and pieces of fragments fell downwards.

But fortunately, this blow bought Xue Tianni some time and allowed him to escape some distance.

But at this time, he had been staring behind him. To be precise, he was staring at the red light and Wu Fan.

But what surprised him was that Wu Fan didn't dodge at this moment, and just stood with his hands behind his back with a smile.

Seeing this scene, Xue Tianni was overjoyed, with a ruthless look in his eyes. He thought the other party was too arrogant.

However, the next scene made him unable to laugh anymore, and he even became stunned.

The red light flashed away and passed through Wu Fan's chest in an instant, revealing a short dagger filled with flames, which looked extremely sharp.

But the scene of Wu Fan's sudden death that he wanted to see did not happen, and there was not even a trace of blood on the other person's body.

This strange scene really made Xue Tianni feel nervous.

However, just when his mind started to change, Wu Fan's body in the distance suddenly dissipated, turning into spiritual energy and disappearing.

At this time, Xue Tianni finally understood what was going on. It turned out that the other party was a clone, but this result shocked him because he had never seen such a realistic clone before, and even his spiritual consciousness could not see it. No flaws.

But this was not the time to be distracted. He couldn't help but escape faster because he had a bad premonition.

As expected, he just turned around and was shocked to find that there was a figure standing quietly in the air in front of him, as if he had been waiting for a long time. There was a hint of ridicule in the man's eyes, staring at him coldly.

Seeing this scene, Xue Tianni was instantly frightened to death. His face turned pale and he was about to change direction and escape.

However, at this moment, the figure in front suddenly disappeared. The next moment, a cold voice came to his ears. This voice was like a reminder, making people shudder.

"You can't escape."

Xue Tianni only had time to hear such a voice before he completely lost consciousness.

It's a pity that he just broke through the Nascent Soul stage, and he didn't have time to realize his ambitions, let alone enjoy the respect of others, so his life ended like this.

Wu Fanjing stood in the air, with a smile on his face. He reached out his hand calmly, pulled down the storage bag from Xue Tianni's body, and hung it on his waist.

Then he took out a wooden box, put the unconscious Yuanying in it, pasted a talisman on it, and threw it into his sleeve.

Wu Fan believed most of Xue Tianni's answer just now, but he was always cautious, so how could he listen to his words? Therefore, he did not kill this person's Nascent Soul, but prepared to search for his soul later.

Although the opponent has now been promoted to the Nascent Soul stage, Wu Fan has a way to search for his soul. He thought he had done this to other monks of the same level back then. He only needed to use a secret technique to weaken the power of the opponent's soul to To the extreme, let him reach the edge of collapse, and then he can try to search for souls without causing backlash to him.

However, the other party will suffer great pain during this period, which can be said to be worse than death and extremely cruel. Of course, this secret technique is not something that everyone can do. He learned it from the secret technique jade slip of an evil cultivator.

After stretching out his hand to condense a fireball and burning the corpse in front of him to ashes, Wu Fan lowered his head and looked down.

Now in the huge mountains below, roars, begging for mercy, painful groans, and screams shook the sky, but the battle was approaching its end.

Under the pursuit of Xuan Daozi, Ling'er, Changxi and others, the 17 Jindan-stage cultivators who came from the enemy army had already died.

As for the remaining low-level cultivators, they could not stop the Qingfengmen army and the more than 10,000 people of Tianhu Country from killing.

For a time, the mountains below were littered with corpses, and the smell of blood was overwhelming. The corpses of each kind of death were frightening to look at.

But Wu Fan remained calm and showed no sympathy for this scene. After watching for a while, he stood up and flew towards Lingyun Sect.

He did not intend to go down to help.

Just like that, after another stick of incense, the mountains returned to peace and the massacre was over.

Then the disciples of both sides began to clean up the battlefield, and the cultivators above the Jindan stage returned to Lingyun Sect.

There were almost no casualties among the disciples of Qingfeng Sect in this battle, so there was no need to explain this result. After all, in the face of powerful strength, numbers cannot make up for it.