Chapter 215: A Great Enemy Descends

Wang Yu used the same method to seal the other flying knife with ink-green poison, then put both flying knives away. After pondering for a moment, he took out the "Copper Coconut Poison Canon" that was wrapped in thick layers.

He took a deep breath, temporarily held his breath, placed the canon on the ground, found a withered tree branch from the ground, and flipped through the pages of the canon one by one.

It wasn't that he was too timid, but that some kind of deadly poison had been placed on this canon. As long as his skin touched it slightly, the poison would immediately break out, and it would take a lot of effort to drive the toxicity away.

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After Wang Yu delayed here for a full half-hour, he finally put away this poison classic, caught over a dozen flying birds from the nearby woods, tied small bottles containing his own essence blood to them, and released them again.

After finishing all this, he leaped onto a large tree, jumping and flashing between the trees, and headed toward the center of the mountain range once more.

One hour later, Wang Yu stood on a mountain rock, looking at the pitted and bumpy ground in front of him; the surrounding trees had collapsed in a large area, and there were several large patches of already congealed black bloodstains, appearing exceptionally shocking, yet there were no corpses or remains whatsoever.

A crystalline light flashed in his eyes, and he grabbed at the empty space above the nearby ground with one hand, activating his Point-Gold Art ability.

The next moment, with a "swish," half of a pale red sword hilt bounced out from under the mud and landed steadily in his hand.

He looked at the broken sword hilt in his hand, a look of surprise flashing across his face, and after slowly injecting his internal mana, a faint red light flashed on the hilt, vaguely revealing the character "Yu."

This was actually a low-rank sword artifact he had personally refined.

It seemed that some Four Symbols Sect disciples had met with misfortune; thinking about it, it made sense, as only demonic cultivators like those from the Black Soul Sect would treat enemy corpses as trophies and take them away.

Wang Yu sighed, flicked the sword hilt in his hand toward the ground, and it sank into the soil, disappearing from sight.

Several hours later.

In a certain valley, Wang Yu looked at the dozen or so corpses lying helter-skelter in the valley, his face full of a solemn expression.

Because these corpses were all Sunset Sect disciples in bright red robes, and all the corpses were facing each other in pairs, having stabbed each other in their vital points with sharp blades, falling to the ground and dying.

He walked up to a pair of corpses, circled them several times, and discovered that both corpses were looking at each other with infatuated smiles, as if they had not felt a bit of pain before they died.

What surprised him even more was that the corpses in the valley were all male Sunset Sect disciples; not a single female disciple was to be seen, and the storage bags at their waists were completely intact, as if not a single one had been taken by anyone, which appeared incomparably eerie!

A gust of cold wind blew by.

Wang Yu shivered, feeling that this valley was somewhat sinister; although he was reluctant to leave behind so many storage bags, he still had no intention of touching the corpses and instead flew away from the valley quickly.

Half a day later.

Wang Yu stood on a large tree, looking down at the white crystal ball in his hand.

He saw that on the edge of the crystal ball, two large red light spots had suddenly appeared, moving rapidly toward his side.

This made him unable to help but feel a bit hesitant, but he still pinched a spell with one hand, and after a few wisps of white clouds floated across his body, his figure suddenly disappeared from the large tree.

Almost at the next moment, the sound of breaking through the air came from the horizon.

A white ball of light and a blood-colored rainbow were shooting toward Wang Yu's side at an astonishing speed, neck and neck.

And not far behind the two streaks of light, another, thicker blood-colored rainbow was in hot pursuit.

Wang Yu, seeing this situation from the large tree, was somewhat stunned.

But before he could react, the two streaks of light had already reached above his head; at the same time, the white ball of light paused slightly, suddenly slowing down by a few points, and a somewhat familiar female voice came from within:

"Are there any senior brothers from the other four sects hiding here? Run quickly, a terrifying enemy that cannot be resisted is coming from behind; if you leave late, your little life will not be guaranteed."

As soon as the voice fell, the white ball of light flashed again and accelerated by a few points, passing the large tree where Wang Yu was hiding in the blink of an eye and flying into the distance.

From the blood rainbow in front, another pleasant voice, like the sound of nature, vaguely drifted out:

"Fellow Daoist Ximen, you still have the leisure to care about others? Wouldn't it be best to leave this guy behind as a scapegoat?"

Ximen Mei! It was actually this woman!

But who was the other woman? Why was she using a blood-escape technique? And who was the great enemy behind?

Wang Yu could not help but be even more confused, but his heart suddenly became vigilant.

In this brief moment, the thick blood rainbow behind had already flashed to the top of the large tree, and after circling slightly, a gloomy male voice came from within.

"Interesting, there is still a mouse hiding here; then let's finish it off together."

As soon as the voice fell, the blood-colored rainbow rolled and dissipated, and a blurry blood shadow flew out from it, pouncing directly toward Wang Yu, who was hiding on top of the tree below, with extremely fast movements.

"What kind of ghost thing is this?"

Wang Yu was startled, and without thinking, he did a backflip, and after spinning around, he somehow crossed a distance of six or seven zhang and landed on another large tree.

"Eh, interesting."

The blurry blood-colored figure pounced into empty air and was slightly surprised, but immediately its figure turned, and it drifted lightly as if it had no body, flying toward Wang Yu again like the wind.

A ghost?

No!

Wang Yu witnessed this scene and frowned, but how could he let the opponent get close so easily? He flipped one hand, and a "firearm" like a revolving wheel appeared in his hand, pointing it at the blurry figure pouncing over.

"Puff," "Puff."

After the turntable on the firearm rotated, a dozen rays of fire sprayed out from it, striking the blurry blood shadow directly.

But the thing that made Wang Yu's heart go cold happened!

After the dozen rays of fire flashed, they actually pierced directly through the blurry blood shadow and landed on the ground below, turning into fireballs that exploded.

A mocking laugh came from the blurry blood shadow, and after its figure blurred again, its speed became several times faster.

Wang Yu only felt the sound of wind in front of his eyes, and a thick, bloody stench rushed toward his face.

He was greatly alarmed in his heart, and without thinking, he threw the magical artifact in his hand; golden-yellow mist instantly rolled out from his body, and at the same time, a fist wrapped in golden mist smashed fiercely toward the front, while a large foot below also kicked out like a gale.

With a "bang," the large foot below pierced directly through the opponent's blurry body, as if kicking directly into the air, but the fist above, wrapped in baleful energy, smashed heavily onto the face of the blood-colored figure.

After a muffled sound, the blurry blood shadow was actually sent flying backward.

(It's too late; the second chapter today probably won't make it, so fellow Daoists, please read it tomorrow. Also, the climax of the Jialan Secret Realm is coming soon; Wang Yu also needs to carefully conceive how to write what follows ^^)