Chapter 266

Hearing this, Wang Yu's pupils turned cold, and without thinking, he silently chanted "Overclock."

The next moment, his five senses rapidly amplified to the limit, and the things around him began to become abnormally slow. At the same time, his thinking entered a super mode. After taking a deep breath, his body surged in size by a large margin, his upper-body clothes were directly torn apart, revealing the lifelike tiger-head pattern on his back, and the two tight, pale-black iron rings on his two arms were also revealed.

Almost at the same time, he felt the sound of wind by his ears, and the young monk beside him transformed into a wild gale and rushed out first, leaving behind a loud laugh:

"Fellow Daoist Wang, my artifacts and talismans were mostly ruined before I was captured by this fiend; only the Golden Body Arhat Art I have bitterly cultivated can still be used for close-quarters combat. Let me first test what kind of strength he has without a third-rank artifact."

As soon as the words fell, Yuan Tong, who had rushed out, was golden and brilliant all over. Countless pale-gold patterns emerged on his body, and his bald head erupted with golden light, as if it had been coated with a layer of gold lacquer. He shook his arms and shouted loudly, "Eight-Armed Subduing Demon."

"Whoosh," "Whoosh."

Amidst ear-piercing shrieks, eight golden arm phantoms suddenly emerged in the nearby void, simultaneously slapping toward different parts of the old monk's body.

"Hehe, close-quarters combat."

The old monk merely let out a "Hehe" and formed a seal with one hand.

"Boom," a thunderclap sounded.

Arcs of electricity emerged from his body, and under the urging of the spell, they exploded one after another, transforming into densely packed, slender electric threads.

These electric threads shot out in all directions, intertwining to form a layer of lightning net that protected the old monk's entire body.

The eight arms slapped onto these electric lights, but apart from causing the entire electric net to ripple once or twice, it was as if mud cows had entered the sea, with no further reaction.

But Yuan Tong did not hesitate and raised a foot again. Golden talismans rolled out from under his foot, condensing into a massive golden footprint phantom, which flashed and kicked onto the silver electric net.

"Bang."

That silver electric net shattered, but the golden footprint phantom was grabbed by the old monk with lightning speed and crushed lightly.

A thunderclap sounded!

The golden footprint phantom shattered and vanished amidst the electric threads flickering between his five fingers.

At this moment, the old monk suddenly opened his mouth and sprayed out a white light. It was incredibly fast; after a flash, it was directly nailed onto Yuan Tong's face, which was right before him.

Only a loud "Clang" sound of metal colliding was heard.

Yuan Tong's figure flew backward like a spinning top, and he instantly manifested golden arm phantoms to slap out, but they were all dodged by the old monk as he shifted his figure.

But the old monk not only did not show joy, but instead looked at Yuan Tong with a hint of surprise.

Only to see Yuan Tong, who had stopped his figure again, had arms that were vaguely somewhat scorched, and a snow-white, hiltless short blade had appeared between his brows, with a small half already sunk inside. But strangely, not a single drop of blood flowed out.

Yuan Tong also appeared completely indifferent. He raised a hand, pulled out the hiltless short blade between his brows, merely glanced at it casually, and then used both hands, glowing with golden light, to snap it with force.

"Crack."

This seemingly abnormally sharp short blade was actually snapped directly into two pieces and thrown onto the ground.

"Indestructible Jin Gang? No, if it were truly the Buddhist Indestructible Jin Gang Body, this 'Tongue Blade' wouldn't have been able to pierce your flesh by even half a fraction. It seems you used some secret technique or secret treasure to temporarily enhance your physical body." Seeing this scene, the old monk's gaze flickered as he spoke.

"Old thing, how could an outsider know the foundation of our Jin Gang Temple? You can keep guessing.

Fellow Daoist Wang, this person is indeed much weaker than a true Foundation Establishment cultivator; it seems he has only cultivated a bit of thunder method, but he has many insidious artifacts on him, so be extra careful." Yuan Tong said coldly.

In just this brief moment, the scars on his arms and between his brows healed and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Following that, Yuan Tong let out a loud roar at the old monk, and a vast, white sound wave sprayed from his mouth. His figure moved again, rushing directly toward the old monk.

The old monk snorted, changed the spell in his hand, and the thunder net on his body vanished. He flicked his sleeve, and a cyan talisman flew out, sinking into his feet.

Following that, phantoms of cyan lotus flowers emerged under his feet. As his figure moved again, seven identical figures of the old monk emerged in succession nearby. Each body was somewhat blurry, but they simultaneously opened their mouths to spray a mouthful of essence blood, formed a seal with one hand, and pointed solemnly at Yuan Tong.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Seven thick arcs of electricity shot out simultaneously, hitting Yuan Tong, who was rushing over, one after another. They erupted into massive thunder lights, transforming into a sea of thunder that completely submerged him.

The roaring sound was deafening, and the blinding white light from the sea of thunder almost illuminated the entire level of the high tower as if it were broad daylight!

Every single one of these thunder methods was actually real!

Amidst the wild bombardment of thunder light and electric arcs, Yuan Tong could be vaguely seen retreating several steps. After his figure swayed a few times, he fell to the ground.

The faces of the seven old monks, after this thunder method was unleashed, simultaneously aged by a few years.

Almost at the same time, the sound of breaking air sounded nearby, and a cyan-red crystal rainbow flashed silently to the spot.

"Blade-Drawing Technique."

After a wooden voice, the cyan-red light shadow blurred, and Wang Yu, carrying a cyan-red long blade, suddenly appeared behind one of the old monks.

"Roll, roll, roll."

The old monk's head instantly rolled down and fell onto the ground.

Almost at the same time, the figures of the other six old monks simultaneously changed color, and their blurry bodies transformed into dots of cyan light and dissipated.

Wang Yu, however, did not look relaxed in the slightest. He turned around, and the cyan-red long blade slashed down again like lightning, appearing as if he were going to split the old monk's headless body into two halves.

"Bang," a sound.

The old monk's headless body split apart like a puppet and shot out in all directions, and the head even sprang up and shot directly into the sky.

The cyan-red blade light flashed and vanished, landing on empty space.

Wang Yu's complexion sank. He stamped a leg, and with a muffled sound, a large piece of the bluestone ground shattered. His figure also shot into the sky, and the cyan-red long blade in his hand blurred, transforming into densely packed cyan-red blade shadows that rolled toward the head.

"Junior, you are courting death."

The old monk's head, whose eyes had originally been closed, suddenly opened them again. The entire head weathered away in the wind, transforming into a ball of black mist.

The cyan-red blade shadows flashed repeatedly within the black mist, but they were fundamentally unable to do anything to this black mist.

Instead, the black mist rushed toward a spot below, rolled and condensed, and transformed back into a complete head.

At the same instant, those scattered limbs circled in the nearby air and simultaneously rushed toward the head.

"Bang," "Bang."

After a series of muffled sounds, the old monk stood on the ground again without the slightest damage, looking toward Wang Yu in the sky with a gloomy gaze.

At this time, the thunder light not far away converged, and Yuan Tong was already lying motionless on the ground, scorched black as if he were a lump of charcoal. ===== CHAPTER 267 =====