Chapter 55

In the mountains dozens of miles southwest of the Guangyuan Marketplace, in the low air only a few 3-6 meters above the ground, an inconspicuous small flying boat was quietly fleeing in an extremely stealthy manner.

But when it swept over the sky above a large dense forest, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the sky above, and a giant bone boat emerged amidst swirling black Qi.

Exclamations immediately came from the small flying boat below, and then five or six figures shot out, wanting to abandon the boat and flee.

But it was already too late.

The giant bone boat trembled slightly, and rolling black mist flew out from beneath the hull, submerging the entire void below.

In the mist, there were gusts of gloomy wind and the wailing of ghosts and wolves, followed by a series of rumbling explosions and desperate screams.

A moment later, after the black mist rolled back, the void below was empty, and there was nothing left.

The giant bone boat gave a "rumble" and took to the air again, turning into a small black dot on the horizon in the blink of an eye.

A good while later.

In the forest below, on a large tree with dense branches and leaves, a seemingly ordinary thick branch twisted and blurred, turning into a tall figure—it was Wang Yu.

He had somehow reversed his cyan robe, revealing a camouflage-like multicolored lining, and was pressing his body tightly against the tree trunk at an odd angle.

If he remained motionless, looking from afar, it would be impossible to distinguish that a person was still hiding here.

Wang Yu stood on the branch, watching the giant bone boat move away, and let out a long breath.

If it weren't for the fact that he ran fast enough and in time, and because of the influence of the deceptive cloak on Tian Ziying, he had specially ordered a camouflage layer for the inner lining of his robe before coming to the marketplace, he would likely have met the same fate as the people on the flying boat just now.

With this simple concealment method, as long as a Foundation Establishment master didn't personally hunt him down and use their divine sense to search the nearby area, he should have a high chance of escaping alive.

Besides, what kind of sect is this Black Soul Sect? How could they be so vicious as to dare to directly cross borders and take action against the Guangyuan Marketplace?

If it's six against one, that Foundation Establishment master of the Four Symbols Gate riding the tiger will likely not be able to escape.

Judging from the style of the flying boats and magic tools, this Black Soul Sect is likely the legendary demonic sect. Thinking of the demonic style of the Four Fiends of Lanshan, if an ordinary loose cultivator falls into their hands, the outcome is clear.

Thinking of this, Wang Yu felt a chill in his heart. He quickly jumped down from the large tree and continued to run wildly in the direction away from the marketplace.

Although he no longer had the support of the Wind-Following Talisman, with his current physical strength, he probably wouldn't feel too tired even if he ran for a day and a night in one breath.

Half an hour later.

In another forest, Wang Yu, who was running wildly, suddenly stopped his steps.

He looked up in confusion and surveyed the surroundings for a moment.

Why is it so quiet? He hadn't even heard the sound of birds chirping.

"Activate overclocking!"

Wang Yu thought to himself, crystal light appeared in his eyes, and at the same time, his five senses rapidly amplified, his vision and hearing instantly increasing to an incredible state.

The next moment, his face changed drastically. His figure suddenly crouched down, his hands and feet exerted force simultaneously, and he leaped out to one side like a wild beast.

Almost at the same time, from the forest on the other side, the sound of breaking air rang out, and dense bone crossbow bolts, numbering at least thirty or forty, shot out, instantly turning the spot where Wang Yu had been standing into a hornet's nest.

"What trash, you can't even take down a low-rank loose cultivator."

A rude scolding sound came from the forest over there, and more than a dozen large trees all collapsed with a crash, revealing a large open space.

Standing there were a row of more than a dozen figures, but at the very front, two men in black robes stood side by side.

A bald, burly man with a face full of flesh, unarmed, with a blood-red leather bag hanging on each side of his waist, was looking at Wang Yu viciously.

The other person was a skinny man like a hemp stalk, holding a black banner in one hand and a white bone token in the other, smiling apologetically at the bald man:

"Brother, don't be angry. I didn't expect him to discover us in advance. Maybe he has some kind of sensing magic tool on him. This kind of magic tool is relatively rare. When I take him down, I will offer this magic tool to you, Brother."

The row of neat figures behind the two were actually white, ghastly skeletons. Most of their surface bones were smooth and wreathed in faint black Qi, but there were also a few that had no black Qi at all and were instead hung with strands of fresh flesh. However, each skeleton held a foot-long bone crossbow in its hand, aimed directly at Wang Yu's side.

What the hell, what kind of ghosts are these?

Wang Yu scanned these skeletons, feeling a chill in his heart. He looked at the corners of the black robes of the two people opposite and found that each was inscribed with a skull logo.

At this time, the bald man opposite snorted coldly and continued to lecture the skinny man:

"Hmph, I said long ago that things like Bone Human Demons are both resource-consuming and weak as hell to refine. The opponents they can deal with, we can solve with a flick of our fingers; if we can't solve them, they are even more useless."

"Hehe, of course I know that, Brother, but this time the opponent isn't just a group of weak loose cultivators? They should be of some use. Besides, didn't they succeed once before, giving me a few more newly refined human demons?" The skinny man replied with a chuckle.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yu's face turned somewhat ugly. After scanning those skeletons that looked somewhat "fresh," he suddenly stomped his foot, his figure shot into the sky, and he jumped directly onto a nearby large tree. Then, using his hands and feet, he made a few long leaps and quickly disappeared among the branches of another large tree.

"The kid ran away?"

"Brother, it seems he ran away."

The bald man and the skinny man were stunned when they saw this.

"Then what are you standing there for? Chase him!" The bald man, having regained his senses, was furious and then used one hand to grab at the empty space where Wang Yu had been standing.

With a "whoosh," a white, ghastly bone fork actually flew out from the ground.

If Wang Yu had remained standing there without moving, he would likely have been pierced through on the spot.

"Sigh, the whole performance was for nothing. I was planning to let this kid relax his vigilance and wipe him out in one go. Now it's going to take more effort." The skinny man sighed, flicked the white bone token in his hand at the row of skeletons behind him, and a stream of black Qi suddenly flew out from the token, engulfing all the skeletons.

After a "hissing" sound, a white bone python four or five zhang long suddenly lunged out from the black Qi, and those skeletons disappeared without a trace.

The two jumped directly onto the body of the bone python, and after the black Qi rolled up, they took to the air and chased after Wang Yu.

Wang Yu was leaping incessantly among the trees, using the elasticity of the branches like an ape.

Although he hadn't yet learned the Four Styles of Ape Roar, relying on his superior physical strength and limb coordination in the overclocked state, naturally, he had no problem temporarily imitating the movements of an ape.

At this moment, his ears were filled with the sound of whistling wind. In the span of a few breaths, he had escaped fifty or sixty zhang away, but after hearing the "hissing" sound coming from behind him, his heart couldn't help but sink.