Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

But this time it was different from before. The silver needle did not pierce the puppet's eyebrows. Instead, it changed its direction and pierced the puppet's heart.

But it has to be said that this time he finally made some achievements. Wu Fan, who was about to hit the Ghost King with his stick, suddenly turned pale and couldn't help but groan in pain.

He was seen hunched over, his right hand covering his heart, big beads of sweat flowing from his forehead, and he had stopped.

But the strange thing is that he did not lose consciousness this time. Apart from the distortion of his face due to pain, it did not hinder his movement. He just stopped subconsciously.

But even so, Li Cangming was overjoyed and immediately used all his strength to shuttle through the golden light and quickly retreated into the distance.

He knew in his heart that even if the other party did not lose consciousness, as long as Miao Zhong kept casting spells, he would not be afraid of the other party getting close.

"Damn it!"

Wu Fan cursed. He just felt as if his heart was pinched hard by an invisible hand, which made him miserable. But fortunately, it was not a spirit this time, so he could endure a little pain.

Of course, this was him. If he had been a young monk, his heart would have burst and his body would have died.

It seems that the head-lowering technique is not just for the soul, but it doesn't matter.

Wu Fan thought for a moment, then hummed softly, and immediately spread the Buddhist power in his body to his whole body, including his toes, which were covered with a layer.

When he looked at him, his whole body was shining with golden light, as if a living Buddha had come to the world, and he was indescribably majestic and solemn.

This time I'll see how you cast the spell.

Wu Fan's lips curled up, and he chased Li Cangming again.

Sure enough, Miao Zhong, who was happy on the top of the mountain, wanted to continue casting spells, but after several attempts, it was in vain.

This made him frown and smile secretly.

The next moment, what he was most worried about happened, and Li Cangming's curses came one after another in his ears.

But he had no choice. After a moment of silence, he decisively stood up and flew downwards.

Since he couldn't sneak up on him from behind, he had no choice but to help in person.

As a result, under the gaze of several people in the valley, Miao Zhong flew straight towards Ling'er.

Although Li Cangming didn't hide it in his heart, he also knew that the other party had tried his best, but having him entangled with the demon cultivator could help him share some of the pressure.

But Wu Fan sighed secretly when he saw this. Although he was not afraid that Ling'er was in danger, seeing Li Cangming take back those two powerful ancient spiritual weapons made him feel that time was running out.

After all, those ghost kings were already annoying him. Now with the help of these two ancient spiritual weapons, he didn't know how long it would be before he wanted to get close to them again.

The result was as expected. In the following time, everyone present was in a state of balance.

Wu Fan had been trying to find a way to get closer, but Li Cangming used all his methods, not only using all the magic weapons, but also all kinds of spells, always keeping a safe distance from him.

As for another battlefield, although Miao Zhong's methods were weird, he couldn't use the head-lowering technique when fighting at close range. But the funny thing is that this person's fighting style is really different, just like the shrew who cursed Ling'er all the time. Stop, from time to time, he would say "You are dead", "Your head hurts", "You are being bitten by thousands of insects", and a lot of vicious words.

But I have to say that these words are indeed effective. Ling'er's face always showed a look of pain, but after all, she is a late seventh-level demon cultivator. According to her cultivation level, she is not lower than this person, so she can still endure the pain.

Of course, if it were a young monk, he would probably have exploded to death as soon as the other party said the word "death".

However, while enduring the pain, Ling'er's attacks were extremely ruthless. The opponent was exhausted and kept showing a defensive posture.

For a moment, the two were in a stalemate.

But to say that the most miserable person at this moment is none other than Long Yuan.

After persisting for such a long time, although this man was not injured, he looked like he was exhausted. It could be faintly seen that his body was shaking, as if he could fall into the air at any time.

As for the old ghost, he looked relaxed and contented, and used all his tricks amidst the sneer.

It is not difficult to see that even though both of them have pseudo-spiritual treasures, the gap in cultivation is irreparable.

In this way, as the six people were fighting, time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, it took a cup of tea.

At this moment, the fighting between the three battle groups was still extremely fierce, but after Wu Fan glanced at the sky for a few times, his eyes showed anxiety.

Because he found that the five golden dragons above had become dim and even shrunk to less than half of their previous size.

He understood that Long Yuan was exhausted and could not continue to activate the pseudo-lingbao.

But he had tried all his methods during this period, but he still couldn't break through Li Cangming's blockade, even if he used his clones to perform several tricks. After the other party suffered a loss, he became very cautious.

Are you really going to die here today?

Wu Fan felt bitter in his heart and shook his head slightly.

There is almost no solution to this disaster today.

In this situation, they have no hope of survival.

It's just that he always felt weird. After looking up into the sky several times, he found that Long Yuan had been very calm from beginning to end. Although he would sigh sometimes and seemed to be irritable, there was never any fear on his face. look.

Is it possible that Long Yuan has a way to escape?

Wu Fan secretly guessed as his eyes swayed that for some reason, this person had always given him a very mysterious feeling. From the first time he saw him, he couldn't figure out his thoughts, as if there was a mysterious veil shrouding this person.

It gave him the impression that the other party was fearless and heartless.

But is this possible? Who can cultivate to such a level of cultivation is a simple-minded person?

Wu Fan really couldn't figure it out. After thinking for a while, he felt that he might be too suspicious. After all, the other party really had a way to escape and it was impossible for him to wait until this time.

So he stopped thinking about it and continued to increase his strength to attack Li Cangming.

But at this moment, a muffled sound suddenly came from the sky, and at the same time a wailing sound came.

Wu Fan's heart tightened when he heard the sound, and he turned his head to look.

Li Cangming, Miao Zong, Ling'er and others in the distance also looked subconsciously.

As a result, it was found that Long Yuan's body fell rapidly, with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, but there were no wounds on his body.

It can be seen faintly that the man's torn clothes on his chest were covered with a set of golden inner armor.

Obviously, the inner armor blocked the fatal blow for him.

Moreover, the five golden dragons disappeared, but the seal fell with Long Yuan.

"Brother Long, are you okay?"

Wu Fan's face changed when he saw this, and he asked hurriedly.

"Asshole, old ghost Huanlu, if you dare to kill me today, you and your junior brother, including all the disciples of your entire Nether Soul Sect, will be buried with me, do you believe it or not?"

Long Yuan ignored Wu Fan, and once he landed on the ground, he immediately shouted coldly to the sky, with an extremely strong momentum.

But as soon as this sentence came out, Wu Fan, Ling'er and Miao Zhong were stunned for a moment.

But strangely, the old ghost Huanlu and Li Cangming in the sky frowned and looked at each other.

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