Stepping on the demon door, the witch becomes the strongest.

Chapter 215 Do you like my puppet Ah Zhen?
After the secret realm switched from night to day, the ghost general's aura became noticeably weaker. He didn't even rush to kill Yan Yu immediately, but instead silently recovered his strength.

Yan Yu did not rush to take action. He just stood calmly with his hands behind his back, secretly mobilizing his true energy to refine the medicinal power in his stomach, and vigorously restored the true energy he had just consumed.

Of course, in the OB camera of the drone in the air and in the eyes of the confused people across the country, it looked like Yan Yuru was standing alone and pretending to be cool, just like the hero in Gu Long's novels. His aura of a strong man alone forced the ghost general to not dare to move forward.

Yan Zhanlong's might is so terrifying? ! !
Although judging from the feedback from the barrage, the people are happy to see Yan Zhanlong's pretense, the live broadcaster dare not keep the camera facing Yan Yu all the time, otherwise it would look like the signal was interrupted and the picture was still, which would have a bad impact.

After the two professional commentators praised Yan Yu for a few words, they asked the director to cut the camera to the fierce team confrontation.

When the Feilong team was defeated, Yan Yu had finally refined the medicinal power to the point where it was almost complete. He asked calmly:
"what are you waiting for?"

The towering ghost general didn't answer. Death had clouded his sanity, leaving him unable to speak. Even his consciousness could barely maintain the negative emotions he had in life: anger, arrogance, rage, and bloodlust.

"Dead but not stiff, how pathetic." Yan Yu sighed deeply, and calmly formed a sword gesture with his hand. The Huangting Sword flew up steadily, "Let me relieve your pain."

The ghost general silently tightened the reins of his horse, and the warhorse under his crotch pawed its hooves restlessly, asking its master whether to run or fight.

Yan Yu suddenly felt something was wrong, and looked down at his chest... Oh, the camera was shattered in the previous Yin Demon explosion.

So why am I pretending to be cool? The drones in the sky can't hear my cool lines!
Yan Yu immediately sneered and said, "In that case, I won't waste my time."

kill!

He suddenly rushed towards the ghost general, but the Huangting Sword was faster than him and chopped straight for the warhorse's head.

The ghost general finally made up his mind, and his horse spun around, turning its back on Yan Yu and running away. He swung the long spear in his hand back, forcefully knocking the incoming Huang Ting sword away.

retreat!

The offensive and defensive situation has been reversed. Now it is Yan Yu who is chasing relentlessly from behind, while the ghost general's horse in front is faster. He soon opens up a large distance and runs away without looking back - judging from the direction, he should be escaping into the palace in the north of the ancient city.

Now that the outcome of the team confrontation was decided, the director wanted to switch to see Yan Yu, but he only saw the ghost general riding his horse into the palace, and Yan Yu followed without hesitation and also crossed the palace gate.

And then... nothing happened. Outdoor drones couldn't capture indoor images.

"Eh?" Zhou Erhe asked in confusion in the studio. "Yan Zhanlong's body camera was damaged in the previous boss attack, so we can't see his first-person perspective right now. So, can we send in a drone to follow up and film?"

"According to the rules, drones can only cruise around fixed routes and film; they're not allowed to follow teams around," Xu Dongming explained to the livestream audience. "Because team competitions need to be fair, some teams might employ stealth and ambush tactics. If you follow them with a drone, the opposing team will see the drone in the air and know your team is ambushed nearby. That would constitute an OB leak, so it's absolutely not allowed."

"However, the confrontation between the two teams has concluded. Next up is the goalkeeper boss fight. Whether or not you can film with Yan Zhanlong depends on the relevant regulations of the Dingbei Army." He tilted his head to look at the staff inquiringly, then continued, "We will also try our best to communicate with the Dingbei Army to see if we can better protect everyone's right to watch the game..."

Shixun did indeed go to the Dingbei Army to communicate. After all, they spent real money to buy the internet live broadcast rights. How could they not be able to show the program effect 100%?

The Dingbei Army consulted their superiors, and the final reply was "no".

It’s not that the rules are set in stone and don’t allow it, but current technology can only transmit information from the inside to the outside, not from the outside to the inside.

The Dingbei Army's medical, broadcast, and security teams within the secret realm didn't dare to initiate drone deployment without receiving orders from the external command center. The external command center, however, considered that the second daylight cycle within the secret realm had already passed, and the change from day to night would soon be imminent. It wasn't convenient to send sentries into the secret realm to deliver physical orders. They had to wait until the next night passed and the third daylight cycle appeared.

As for Yan Yu who followed the goalkeeper into the palace, he certainly didn't care about the live broadcast effect.

He casually pulled off the broken camera on his chest and threw it on the stone floor beside him, his spiritual sense quickly scanning the surroundings.

The palace's furnishings were all filled with a sinister aura, unmistakably of the demonic style. Directly behind the main hall was a statue of a female monk, beautiful yet feminine, holding a bone-handled sword in her hand. Her expression was half-smile, her aura becoming even more sinister.

Below the statue, on the dusty incense table, is a tablet dedicated to this monk, with eight seal characters inscribed on it: "The founder of our sect, the Fairy Lianshan."

Yan Yu merely placed his spiritual consciousness on the tablet, and immediately a flood of information flooded into his sea of consciousness, all boasting about the prowess of this "Lianshan Fairy." There were stories of her "performing heroic feats with a frail woman," "unifying the might of the six paths with the strength of a single sect," and "on the day of her ascension, myriad demons wailed, the stars dimmed, the sun and moon lost their radiance"... Yan Yu would be a fool if he believed even a single word of this nonsense. You have to know that the cultivators of the demonic sects in that world basically boasted about their combat prowess without a second thought. Take the naming of Taoist spells, for example. Spells that are fancy? Nine Yin! Spells that are difficult to learn? Xuan Yin! Spells that are powerful? Tai Yin! They just do whatever seems impressive. This is completely different from the orthodox Xuan Sect that Mei Yingxue came from. Orthodox Xuan Sects generally value dignity. Only cultivation techniques related to Taiqing can be named Taiqing, and only those related to Yuqing can be named Yuqing. They would never dare to resort to such superficial boasting, for fear of being laughed at behind the backs of their fellow disciples.

If Zhao Yuanzhen had not been adopted by the Demonic Sect master, but had become a disciple of the orthodox Xuan Sect, he probably would not have developed his current vain and eager character.

The ghost general on horseback rushed into the side hall on the right, so Yan Yu followed him, passing through the side hall and the back hall. The surrounding terrain went down all the way, and finally he came to a vast underground palace.

The underground palace is very large, almost half the size of a football field, like a huge underground cave.

Piles of bones of all kinds can be seen everywhere, stacked into the shapes of incense burners, pagodas, stupas, archways, and even Taoist temples, ancestral halls and Buddhist temples.

Everything in this underground palace is made up of various bones!

At the place closest to the entrance, on the huge carapace of some unknown creature, several large ancient seal characters were engraved in a flamboyant manner.

Yan Yu only took a glance at it, and the specific meaning automatically came into his mind:

The White Bone Temple.

Before he could carefully think about the meaning of "White Bone Divine View", the ground beneath his feet suddenly shook violently.

All the bones around, whether they were used to construct buildings or scattered in the corners, were suddenly pulled out and flew forward as if they were made of gold and iron and were attracted by the magnetic light.

Deep in the underground palace right in front, the ghost general and his horse stood on the open space. A huge amount of bones like a tide crawled rapidly along the ground, and surged onto his insteps, legs and torso as if they had spirits... However, within a few breaths, the endless bones had completely wrapped up the ghost general, turning him into a half-skeleton giant over 20 meters tall, holding a huge spear, with soul fire in his eyes, and a Nine Heavens Yin Demon Prison Banner between his eyebrows, like the Dharma eyes of Erlang Shen. Just looking at it was so majestic that it made people tremble with their souls and feel the urge to kneel down and worship.

Yan Yu looked at the massive skeleton and wondered if the mastermind behind this secret realm was a Lego enthusiast. Playing with bones like building blocks, do you think big means powerful?

He swung his arm to the side, and a silver ball fell to the ground, and suddenly turned into a beautiful woman with big breasts and long legs. Although her appearance and figure were no different from the demon woman, her eyes and eyebrows did not have the honest and upright temperament of the original owner. Instead, she was more similar to Su Yunjin's tranquility and indifference.

The puppet Ah Zhen, after working all night for several days before the Demon Gate Demon Girl Competition, was finally able to appear in this secret realm.

Now, with the Tianhe Dingdi Divine Treasure Iron as his heart and the Ten Thousand Years Divine Dragon Wood as his skeleton, both his attack power and damage tolerance have surpassed any other extraordinary person on the earth.

It was also Yan Yu's only reliance on giving up the path of a top swordsman in his previous life and switching to a puppeteer in this life.

The half-giant began to roar violently, the soul fire in his eyes swaying like a river torrent constantly washing over his eye sockets, and his terrifying majesty, as stern as a prison, was like a king looking down at the world with a cold brow, demanding that all living creatures in the world bow to him.

But Yan Yu's face showed no sign of nervousness. He just flicked the heavy blade of the Huangting Kunwu Sword with his fingers and recited aloud:
"The sword flashed across 30,000 miles, blocking the vast ocean and shedding blood!" (Note 1)

“Now I will stride towards the sky, reach the summit, and never look back!”

The puppet Ah Zhen beside him smiled faintly, with the corners of his mouth seeming to turn up, but it seemed like an illusion.

Yan Yu laughed loudly, made a sword gesture, and said proudly:

"Let's go, Zhen!"

The puppet Ah Zhen instantly sped up and his body moved as fast as thunder and lightning. He rushed along the ground towards the half-giant. The sword on his wrist was as clear as a mirror and as bright as the moon.

Yan Yu's figure and the Huang Ting sword light merged into one, the brilliance was like the brilliant morning glow, dazzling like the blazing sun, suddenly shooting towards the giant's strange brow, the majestic murderous intent rushed straight into the Nine Heavens Yin Demon Prison Banner!!!

(Note 1: This line comes from a poem by the Jingbei poet Wu Jundeng published in the Jingbei Daily after the Valkyrie Li Minghu died in battle in the South China Sea. Yan Yu borrowed it here.)

(End of this chapter)