Chapter 211: Demonic Might Rising

As soon as the voice fell, this Thousand Bamboo Sect disciple raised his hand, released a pale yellow bamboo boat, jumped onto it, and flew away into the sky toward the direction behind him.

The other disciples of the Jin Gang Temple and the Thousand Bamboo Sect below were also greatly shocked.

In this short moment, they also heard the continuous sound of breaking through the air coming from the distant horizon. At first, it was relatively slight, but immediately it turned into a continuous rumbling sound, as if thousands of troops and horses were rushing toward this side.

With this, the disciples of the two sects were thrown into chaos.

Some learned from the person in the sky, released flying artifacts, and flew away in the same way.

Others took out talismans, slapped them on their bodies, and drilled directly underground.

There were even a few Jin Gang Temple monks who pinched spells and chanted Buddha names simultaneously. Some pale silver scriptures appeared in the nearby void, and then their figures disappeared directly on the spot.

On the contrary, that group of monsters stayed in the original place, seemingly still not knowing why their powerful opponents had suddenly run away.

The next moment, from the distant horizon, dense demonic path flying boats flew over. Most were the white, bone-like bone boats of the Black Soul Sect, and there were also other demonic path spirit boats with logos of the Demon Luo Sect, Joyous Palace, etc.

Behind these flying boats, black Qi rolled and surged, and inside, one could vaguely see a giant white bone skeleton sitting on a giant bone chair.

At this time, the demonic path disciples on these flying boats also discovered the Jin Gang Temple and Thousand Bamboo Sect disciples who were fleeing. More than ten spirit boats chased after them directly.

When passing over the monsters below, more than ten demonic path disciples jumped down from these flying boats. As soon as some landed, they released Bone Human Demons, surrounding those few monsters tightly. Others waved the banner flags in their hands, turning into groups of black Qi and drilling underground.

There was even a demonic path disciple who directly pinched a spell and threw out yellow talismans, which turned into groups of white light halos, illuminating every part of the nearby area.

Under a large tree not far away, the figures of several Jin Gang Temple disciples suddenly appeared. Following that, the demonic path crowd swarmed over with great joy.

A moment later, the sound of Buddhist scriptures, roaring sounds, and colorful lights rose and fell in this area.

Not only that, as this army of demonic cultivators advanced toward the depths of the mountain range like locusts, similar scenes were constantly being staged.

The giant skeleton in the black Qi, however, always sat on the bone chair without making a move, seemingly still nurturing its energy.

After an unknown amount of time, a black-robed disciple flew in front of the giant skeleton and respectfully offered a blood-stained animal skin. On the softest part of this animal skin, a clear black-and-white map was drawn.

The giant skeleton only glanced at this map, and a sneer of unknown meaning came from its mouth. With a wave of its large hand and another order, all the demonic path flying boats changed their direction slightly and flew toward a specific location in the center of the mountain range.

High in the air at the center of the mountain range, Tian Junzi and a monk in white robes stood shoulder to shoulder, looking down at more than thirty disciples of the Four Symbols Sect and over a dozen disciples from the other three sects as they besieged more than a hundred demonic monkeys of various sizes on a small hill.

These monkeys had fur of various colors, held various thick sticks, some opened their mouths to spray wind blades, some rubbed their hands together to release fireballs, and there were even several giant apes over a zhang tall, constantly picking up giant rocks weighing a thousand jin from the ground and throwing them fiercely toward the disciples.

On the small mountain behind these monkeys, there were peach trees densely covered with high branches. Some peach trees were blooming with pink flowers, while others had already borne green and red fruits of various sizes.

But at the top of the mountain, there stood a single giant peach tree four or five zhang tall, with dense, lush, and dripping green branches and leaves, yet it had only produced three giant peaches the size of watermelons at the very top, each one pink and tender, emitting an alluring fruity fragrance.

However, although these monkeys were numerous, their attack methods were single, and their magic power was mostly around the Qi Refinement mid-stage. They were quickly killed by dozens of Four Sect disciples working together.

Finally, those few largest monster monkeys were also beaten to death by various artifacts.

Tian Junzi and the white-robed monk beside him couldn't help but show joy on their faces when they saw this, and they slowly landed in front of the giant peach tree at the top of the mountain.

At this time, a spiritual planter had already taken a giant wooden box and flown to the top of the peach tree, carefully picking the three giant spiritual fruits.

But several Four Sect disciples were pointing at a stone tablet that was half-exposed not far from the giant peach tree.

Seeing this, Tian Junzi greeted the white-robed monk, and they walked over to look at the stone tablet together.

I saw that the surface of the half-exposed stone tablet, although somewhat blurred by wind and sun, vaguely had a map inscribed on it.

Tian Junzi and the white-robed monk saw this and couldn't help but look at each other.

A headless, pale yellow monk corpse lay motionless in a small stream, and the bloody water even dyed half the stream red.

Beside the stream, it was a mess. Not only was the nearby ground pitted and bumpy, but there was also a pair of cymbals artifacts the size of a washbasin, stuck in the mud, shining with golden light.

Apart from this, there was also a pale cyan humanoid puppet, lying in a large pit in two halves.

"This Jin Gang Temple true disciple is really troublesome. The two of us joined forces and almost let him run away. Fortunately, I, Lin Lin Shijie, was quick-witted and directly used a second-rank talisman; otherwise, it would have been a failure.

I paid so much this time, so the things in the storage bag need to be picked by me first." A young woman wearing Joyous Palace attire stood beside the corpse, talking incessantly to someone while flipping through a yellow storage bag in her hand.

"Lin Lin Shijie, how many spiritual stones does your second-rank talisman cost? And how much does this puppet of mine that can be controlled remotely cost?" Nearby in the large pit, a buzzing voice that couldn't distinguish between male and female came from inside the humanoid puppet.

"You fat dead person, don't think I don't know. These puppets of yours, as long as they aren't smashed to pieces, can be taken back by you, repaired, and continued to be used.

You don't show your true body all day, don't want to take any risks, and still want to divide the big share afterward. Think for yourself, aren't you ashamed?" The Joyous Palace young woman heard this and glared with almond eyes.

"Hmph, with my aptitude, even if I don't enter the secret realm, Foundation Establishment is just a matter of time. If it weren't for the Ancestor's direct order, I wouldn't participate in such a dangerous operation. Risking my life for a little bit of resources, no matter how I think about it, it's a losing business.

I don't want to be like last time, running into that perverted Four Symbols Sect disciple. If my true body had been there at that time, my life would definitely have been in danger." From the puppet came the muttering voice of the Joyous Palace fat man.

Hearing this, the young woman felt truly speechless.

She really thought that all sect disciples could have the same family background as him and wouldn't worry about cultivation resources before Foundation Establishment at all.

However, that joint action with other demonic path true disciples really made her feel lingering fear.

Of the three true-transmission disciples present, two of them had already fallen at the hands of that male disciple of the Four Symbols Sect, and she had also barely managed to escape; the key was that the opponent did not even seem to be a true-transmission disciple of the Four Symbols Sect, which was somewhat deceptive.

And this fat man was hiding in a very distant place, really not taking any risks at all.

The more the young woman thought, the angrier she became. She simply dumped everything in the storage bag out, and then without looking, she swept her arm and directly put most of the things into her own storage bag.

In a cave deep underground in the distance, the fat man who was observing the young woman's actions through the puppet was suddenly dumbfounded. ===== CHAPTER 212 =====