Chapter 112: White Bone Demon Body

Wang Yu stopped in mid-air and waited quietly. After a while, the sound of breaking through the air came from behind.

A carriage made of white bones flew from the distant sky wrapped in black qi. In the blink of an eye, it arrived at a place only ten zhang away. The figures of the three black-robed demonic sect disciples on the carriage were already vaguely visible.

Wang Yu didn't mean to talk nonsense at all. He pinched the magic formula with one hand, and a crimson fireball appeared in front of him. Then he chanted incantations in his mouth and pointed with his finger.

The fireball turned into two, two into four, four into eight, eight into sixteen... He flicked his sleeve, and all the fireballs shot toward the white bone carriage densely.

"Looking for death!"

The white bone carriage didn't mean to stop at all. Instead, one of the three people on it was furious. He raised his hand, and a black shadow flew out from it. After fluttering in the wind, it turned into a giant centipede a zhang long.

This giant insect was covered with thick, oily black armor, and countless small hands were wriggling underneath. As soon as it appeared, it opened its mouth and spat out a piece of black light, sucking all the fireballs into its mouth in one roll. Then, with a swing of its tail, it rushed toward Wang Yu fiercely.

Seeing this, Wang Yu was stunned for a moment, but immediately showed a strange expression. He pinched the magic formula with one hand again and spat out a "Explode" word.

"Boom" loud noise.

The giant centipede's body instantly swelled several times, and then burst open. A mushroom cloud-like fire cloud rose into the sky, making the air within a hundred meters blur, as if being in a furnace.

"My spirit insect!"

On the white bone carriage, the Black Soul Sect disciple who released the centipede shouted, and immediately bled from seven orifices, instantly falling into a coma.

"Trash."

The other two didn't pay any attention to the fellow disciple who was injured in his divine sense because of the spirit contract. Instead, they flew out of the carriage directly. One was a middle-aged Daoist priest wearing a black Daoist robe with a pitch-black iron sword on his back, and the other was a cold-faced young man holding a white bone demon statue with two horns on his head.

Although the nearby air was scorching hot, the two ignored it. Instead, looking at the giant fire cloud in front of them, they both showed expressions of surprise.

At this time, Wang Yu had already raised his hand and grabbed the fire cloud above with five fingers, and a large piece of red light flew out, plunging into the fire cloud.

The next moment, rolling flames appeared in the fire cloud, pressing down on the two people opposite with great momentum.

The cold-faced young man snorted, patted the white bone statue in his hand with one hand, and immediately the statue's arms moved, making a lifting gesture toward the top.

"Puff" sound, a layer of white light screen appeared above their heads.

The sea of fire was blocked for a while and could no longer fall.

Just at this moment, the middle-aged Daoist priest on the side pinched the magic formula with one hand, and a black light flew out from behind him. It flashed and disappeared, arriving in front of Wang Yu. After a blur, it turned into rolling cold light and swept over.

So fast!

Wang Yu was also startled, but the next moment, a layer of deep red light shield appeared on his body. The rolling cold light hit it, making a "clanging" friction sound, but it couldn't break through it at all.

This time, it was the black-robed Daoist priest's turn to be greatly shocked. He wanted to change the magic formula, but it was already too late.

I saw Wang Yu's arm probing like lightning. A giant hand wrapped in golden sand mist grabbed a pitch-black iron sword from the cold light. After his two arms grew a circle thicker, he was about to break the iron sword in two.

"Buzz, buzz."

The pitch-black iron sword trembled and hummed, and it was surprisingly tough.

But the middle-aged Daoist priest who was remotely controlling the iron sword turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Wang Yu was stunned for a moment, but immediately reacted. He held the hilt with one hand and smashed his fist against the sword body seven or eight times fiercely.

"Puff", "Puff"

Every time he smashed it, the middle-aged Daoist priest spat out a mouthful of essence blood. After a few punches, he fell from the sky, fell heavily to the ground, and didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

At this time, the cold-faced young man was still holding the statue with one hand, letting the sea of fire above his head be unable to fall, watching all this quietly, without any intention of saving his fellow disciple.

"You didn't take action just now?" Wang Yu stuffed the iron sword into his storage bag and asked coldly, looking at the opposite side.

"Why should I take action! Just relying on a guy in the mid-stage of Qi Refinement, you are worthy of letting Lian and those two pieces of trash join forces?" The cold-faced young man laughed wildly.

"So, you are not trash?" Wang Yu didn't find it strange that the other party saw through his cultivation at all, and instead asked expressionlessly.

"Wait until you die, you will know the answer." The cold-faced young man laughed wildly, but just at this moment, Wang Yu suddenly raised his hand and patted the fire cloud above.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The fire cloud suddenly rolled wildly, submerging the white bone carriage not far away into it.

A scream.

The unconscious Black Soul Sect disciple instantly turned into ashes, and even the white bone carriage turned into a pool of liquid in the sea of fire, turning red and soft.

"You really want to find death so quickly?"

The cold-faced young man was furious, stuffed the white bone statue into his body, and let out a low drink: "White Bone Demon Body."

The next moment, the young man bent down, showing a painful expression. One by one, white bone spurs emerged from his spine, and at the same time, white bone scales appeared on his body, and his body began to grow giant.

Wang Yu's pupils shrank. Without even thinking, he grabbed the other party in the void with one hand. Immediately, the fire cloud in the distance rolled back again, covering the cold-faced young man in it.

Then he pinched the magic formula with one hand, and the flames rolled and swept toward the middle, vaguely turning into a thick pillar of fire rising into the sky.

"Hehe, it's a top-grade Fire Spirit Root. The fire spell released actually has a trace of the power of Half-Extreme Spirit Flame. But this kind of power is fine for dealing with ordinary sect disciples, but it is still far from enough to deal with my White Bone Demon Body."

The cold-faced young man's mocking voice came from the fire pillar. As soon as the words fell, the flames in the fire pillar split left and right, and a giant figure like a demon rushed out like a gale.

It just blurred a few times and arrived in front of Wang Yu, no longer giving him time to cast spells. Four giant arms smashed toward the deep red light shield like a rainstorm.

"Boom, boom, boom" thunderous loud noises came one after another.

The demon figure blurred and turned around Wang Yu crazily. Every strike of the four arms was like a giant hammer, hitting the deep red light shield and making it shake repeatedly.

Wang Yu was also startled at first, but seeing that the deep red light shield was safe and sound, he felt relieved. He pinched the magic formula with one hand again, and twelve crimson spirit pattern symbols appeared on the surface of the light shield, followed by raging flames.

"Whoosh."

The giant demon figure didn't even think about it and shot backward, stopping steadily several zhang away, revealing its ferocious and terrifying true face.

Wang Yu looked at it intently in the light shield, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

I saw that at this time, the cold-faced young man was two zhang tall, covered with thick bone armor all over his body, and had more than a dozen bone spurs a zhang long on his back.

Except for his facial features, his head was covered by a layer of white bone scales, and there were two long pitch-black curved horns on both sides of his head. What was even more evil was that behind his tall body, there was a pair of thick white bone arms. ===== CHAPTER 113 =====