Chapter 220

But before those flying boats could fly close, Wang Yu discovered something was wrong.

Why were these flying boats running so hurriedly, and without any formation to speak of? And the Four Sects disciples on the flying boats running at the very front all had expressions of panic, and kept looking back incessantly.

Almost at the same time, from the horizon in the same direction, more rumbling sounds of breaking through the air came, and more dense flying boats appeared on the horizon. Most of these flying boats were white, bone-like boats wrapped in black energy, and a small portion of the flying boats were also strange-shaped and inscribed with demonic marks.

On these flying boats, two or three hundred demonic disciples were riding, each excitedly driving the magic artifacts beneath them, chasing closely behind the Four Sects flying boats in front.

The few demonic bone boats that ran the fastest had demonic cultivators on them who even drove some magic artifacts like flying sabers and flying forks from a distance, blasting toward the Four Sects flying boats that had fallen behind.

The Four Sects disciples on these lagging flying boats had no intention of fighting, only releasing various magic artifacts and spells to defend, instead pouring most of their magic power into the flying boats beneath them, hoping to run faster.

Wang Yu was confused.

Although the demonic flying boats and cultivators were more than double those of the Four Sects side, it shouldn't be to the point of collapsing and fleeing like this, without any power to fight back, right?

Just as he was muttering in his heart, the next moment, the space above the Four Sects flying boat group fluctuated, and a mass of black energy rolled out. From it, a sky-supporting bone hand the size of a pavilion fell, and with five fingers spread, it scooped downward.

The five fingers were like five giant pillars sweeping across, scooping up all six or seven flying boats that couldn't dodge in time, and then the five fingers pinched...

The Four Sects disciples on these flying boats, except for a few who used secret arts to jump off the flying boats and escape in time, most of them, like these flying boats, were directly crushed to pieces by the giant bone hand.

"Foundation Establishment cultivator!"

Wang Yu witnessed this scene and couldn't help but exclaim.

At this time, he understood what had happened. Without thinking, he shook his sleeves, and a blood-colored talisman flew out. After burning in the wind, it turned into a mass of blood light, wrapping him inside.

The next moment, Wang Yu only felt a faint fishy scent coming from the surrounding blood light, and his body was wrapped in a terrifying spiritual power. He couldn't help but transform into a blood-colored startling rainbow, flying away in the opposite direction of Zhu Wuyan.

After a few flashes, the startling rainbow disappeared at the end of the sky on the other side.

Just at this moment, another sky-supporting bone hand appeared above the boat group, and after grabbing down fiercely again, it smashed several more spirit boats to pieces.

The Four Sects disciples on the other flying boats saw this, and like frightened birds, they no longer dared to gather in a group and scattered in a rush, fleeing desperately in all directions.

But because of the obstruction of the two sky-supporting bone hands, the lagging Four Sects spirit boats were still caught up by the demonic flying boats behind. In the blink of an eye, amidst rumbling sounds, they were submerged by various magic artifacts and spells.

The demonic boat group also split into seven or eight small groups, chasing relentlessly along the direction where the most Four Sects flying boats were fleeing.

Only about seven or eight of the largest bone flying boats remained quietly parked in the distance, with dozens of Black Soul Sect disciples on them, seemingly waiting for something.

After a moment's time, black energy rolled in behind these bone flying boats.

Inside the black energy, vaguely on a giant bone throne, a giant bone demon with a body length of several zhang and four arms was sitting lazily.

"Pay respects to the Ancestor."

The Black Soul Sect disciples on the flying boats all bowed down to the giant bone demon.

"Get up. This time, first crush these Four Sects disciples so they dare not approach the center of the mountain range again. Only then can this Ancestor calmly see what Master Jialan left behind there. He actually made so many arrangements in this secret realm, yet they all point to the same location.

Hehe, it looks interesting. It was not in vain that this seat paid such a great price to come in for a trip." The giant bone demon said faintly, then waved his hand.

"Ancestor is wise. Previously, we deliberately let these Four Sects disciples gather together, and then we struck to kill the two leading true disciples, which made the people of the Four Sects have no will to fight, and they could only be chased and killed by us all the way here.

If the Ancestor is willing to strike two more times, not a single one of this gang of Four Sects disciples will be able to run away." A middle-aged man in a black robe on the bone flying boat said respectfully to the bone demon.

"Hmph, strike two more times? Do you think this incarnation of mine can really strike at will in this secret realm? The Foundation Establishment magic power it carries is limited, and it cannot recover magic power above Foundation Establishment in this secret realm. I need to maintain a certain amount of magic power for this incarnation to take out Master Jialan's hidden treasure.

Having said that, our demonic path is also becoming worse with each generation. Except for you, I haven't even seen a second true disciple along the way, not even from other sects. Truly a bunch of trash." The bone demon looked at the middle-aged man and snorted, his words filled with coldness.

"Ancestor, forgive me. The disciple has only contacted two true disciples now, one from the Joyous Palace, one from the Demon Luo Zong. I cannot contact any of our sect's true disciples.

In addition, according to the accounts of some disciples from other sects who have defected, it seems that quite a few of our true disciples have already been killed by the powerful characters of the Four Sects." The middle-aged man in black robe hurriedly replied respectfully.

"Only contacted two? Forget it, two is two. Let them immediately rush to the center of the mountain range to meet with us.

As for those true disciples who died in the hands of opponents, they are not worthy of being true disciples at all. After returning, immediately select a new batch of stronger disciples to fill the vacant true disciple quotas of our sect. This time, this Ancestor will personally vet them." The giant bone demon said buzzing, his face revealing an impatient expression.

"Obey the Ancestor's decree." The middle-aged man immediately bowed and agreed.

"By the way, what about that little madman from the Demon Luo Zong? Is there any news?

With his strength, even Foundation Establishment cultivators wouldn't want to fight him to the death when he goes crazy. Otherwise, how could he have successively suppressed several Foundation Establishment cultivators in the Demon Luo Zong and ranked third among the true disciples?" The bone demon suddenly thought of someone and asked with great appreciation.