Chapter 346: Demon Venerable Comes Out of Seclusion

Wang Yu took a deep breath without thinking, opened his mouth to blow, and pointed at the bottom while forming seals with both hands.

"Whoosh!"

A mist of golden haze flew out from his mouth, followed by a gale, whistling and sweeping over the black mist below.

The originally airtight black mist was instantly scraped to pieces, and the revealed ghost shadows were swept away and extinguished by the golden baleful Qi in the gale, as if they had met their nemesis.

The two Qianzhu Sect disciples, who had revealed their figures again, were greatly shocked and hurriedly looked up at the sky.

The sickly Daoist's face changed drastically. Without thinking, he threw away the bone banner in his hand, shook his sleeve again, and his person turned into a ball of yellow light and drilled into the ground.

Wang Yu saw this, his eyes flashed with cold light, his hand seals changed, and layers of pale silver spiritual pattern phantoms suddenly appeared around his upper body, suddenly expanding like armor, then immediately shrinking and flashing into his upper body.

His upper body skin then turned dark silver, and his body became heavier than a thousand jin.

The next moment, Wang Yu fell to the ground like a meteor.

"Boom!"

Where the sickly Daoist disappeared, the nearby ground trembled violently, and a yellow mushroom-cloud-shaped dust shot into the sky.

The two Qianzhu Sect disciples watched, dumbfounded.

After the yellow dust mist dissipated, a giant pit a zhang deep appeared on the spot.

Wang Yu stood straight at the bottom of the giant pit, holding a Daoist who had been shocked unconscious with one hand.

"Take him back first and find someone to interrogate him. If I'm not mistaken, this person should be the Falling Moon Daoist of the Lanshan Four Fiends. He was a rogue cultivator in his early years and was active on the border of the Wu and Yu kingdoms. It looks like he has joined the Heihun Sect now." Wang Yu shook his wrist, threw the Daoist in his hand to the feet of the two Qianzhu Sect disciples, and then walked out of the giant pit step by step, saying lightly.

"Yes, Uncle-Master Wang. We two will immediately contact other senior brothers, will interrogate him overnight, and will definitely make him open his mouth." The two Qianzhu Sect disciples heard this and answered respectfully.

Following this, one of them took out a rope artifact from his sleeve and tied the Daoist tightly, while the other took out a handful of golden needles from his bosom and quickly pierced them into the vital points of the Daoist's whole body.

Then the two bowed to Wang Yu, released the cyan bamboo boat, carried the Daoist and jumped on, and flew away into the sky without hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, only Wang Yu was left in this messy pile of rubble.

He stood on the edge of the giant pit for a long time, his face expressionless, his body motionless.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Yu's gaze turned and fell on the bone banner that had been thrown on the ground not far away, and he said lightly:

"Fellow Daoist, how long do you intend to hide here? Do you not plan to chase my two junior nephews?"

A moment later, the nearby rubble pile was silent, and no strange sound appeared.

Wang Yu saw this, chuckled, and without wasting words, grabbed into the void at the bone banner with one hand.

With a 'shhh' sound.

White flames appeared in a roll, followed by a white pillar of fire shooting into the sky.

"Bang!"

The bone banner on the ground, which had not moved at all, bounced up a step ahead, and landed steadily in the hand of a black-robed man who suddenly flashed out in the void to one side.

"How did you discover me? I used a second-rank concealment talisman; logically, someone of the same rank shouldn't be able to discover me." The black-robed man had a shiny bald head, a fierce face, and very eye-catching hideous tattoos on both sides of his cheeks. He asked Wang Yu with a fierce look in his eyes.

"If one could run rampant in Jingzhou City just by relying on a second-rank concealment talisman, our four sects would have long since fled to other lands; would there still be any need for fighting?" Wang Yu looked at the black-robed man twice and replied calmly.

With his terrifying divine sense power, even if the other party used second-rank concealment means, the aura on his body was like a bright lamp in the dark night in his sensing; how could it be hidden?

"Hmph, your tongue is quite sharp. Seeing your face is unfamiliar, you must be a cultivator who reached Foundation Establishment in recent years. I am Cheng Qianjun of the Bone Hall of the Heihun Sect. Whose disciple are you from the Luori Sect?" The black-robed man heard this and replied grimly.

"Wang Yu of the Xuanwu Mountain of the Sixiang Sect." Wang Yu said with an unchanging expression.

"Sixiang Sect? Who are you trying to fool? Who doesn't know the Chiyang Great Art of the Luori Sect... Wang Yu? Why does this name sound a bit familiar?" The black-robed man was stunned at first, then became furious, but immediately showed a look of hesitation.

"You have heard of my name?" Wang Yu saw the other party's appearance and also showed some curiosity.

You know, after he reached Foundation Establishment, besides killing Jiao Sanchi, the Moluo Sect cultivator, he had been cultivating hard in the Luori Sect and the Sixiang Sect for these years and had not contacted any other demon path people.

But the next moment, something Wang Yu did not expect happened.

The black-robed man's face sank abruptly, the bone banner in his hand burst open instantly, and countless black Qi sprayed out from it, turning into dense black mist chains, covering Wang Yu like a giant net.

At the same time, the ground under Wang Yu's feet suddenly turned into soft sand, causing his heavy body to sink into the ground.

The black-robed man turned into a ball of black mist and shot into the sky.

In the rolling black mist, a giant bone bird appeared under his feet, and with a flap of its wings, it flew away into the sky.

"Wang Yu, I have heard your name mentioned several times by that fellow Zhu Wuyan. Next time we meet, I will definitely weigh your strength properly."

In the distant sky, the black-robed man's voice came, appearing and disappearing.

A moment later, a 'rumbling' loud sound came out.

Several thick white flames rushed out from the black mist, shattering the mist chains into powder.

Wang Yu stood with his hands behind his back, stepped on a wave of white fire, shot into the sky, and glanced into the distance.

That Heihun Sect cultivator named Cheng Qianjun had long since run away without a trace.

Wang Yu's mouth twitched, and he had no intention of continuing to chase. After pondering for a moment, he turned and flew toward Jingzhou City, but he kept the name 'Cheng Qianjun' in his heart.

One month later.

A piece of news spread through the entire Great Ming Prefecture like the wind.

The Tianluo Demon Venerable of the Moluo Sect had come out of seclusion, showing heaven-shaking demon might, and demanded that the Wu Kingdom cede the two places of 'Great Ming Prefecture' and 'Tianhe Prefecture' to the Moluo Sect; otherwise, he would order the demon path sects to formally invade the two places.

Once this news came out, Great Ming Prefecture was like a pot that had exploded. Not only were many rogue cultivators panicked, but the four sects also sent out flying letters, ordering all disciples outside, regardless of status, to return to the sect to await orders.

Wang Yu, who was executing a mission in Jingzhou, was naturally among them.

When Wang Yu, with a heavy heart, had just returned to Mount Tianzhu and had not yet returned to his own cave dwelling, he first received an unexpected communication talisman.

"Junior Brother Wang, come to my cave dwelling once; I have important matters to tell you." Wang Yu looked at the hoarse voice coming from the firelight in front of him, and a look of surprise could not help but appear on his face. ===== CHAPTER 347 =====