Chapter 267: Layered Flame Shield

Wang Yu gasped.

The other party's thunder method was simply too powerful; even without the assistance of a third-rank artifact, it had resolved Yuan Tong, who was also a master of body refinement, in one blow.

If the other party used this spell to deal with him, given the speed of the thunder method's attack, he might not necessarily be able to dodge it.

However, the other party unleashing this level of thunder method seemed to have quite a few restrictions; not only did it require talisman assistance, but it also seemed to cause a certain amount of damage to himself.

At this time, the old monk flicked his sleeve, and another cyan talisman flew out, sinking into his feet. Phantoms of cyan lotuses emerged under his feet, and blurry phantoms emerged nearby once again. He looked toward Wang Yu gloomily and muttered words.

Wang Yu's mind turned rapidly, and without a word, he slapped a certain storage bag at his waist.

"Puff," a sound.

A pale-silver ring flew out from the bag, which he grabbed and slipped onto his wrist, merely shaking it slightly.

"Bang," a muffled sound came from the storage bag.

Another pitch-black object flew out from it. At first, it was the size of an egg, but in the blink of an eye, it surged in the wind, transforming into this giant, pitch-black wolf-shaped puppet.

Its body was fully three zhang long, its four claws were pale-silver and abnormally sharp, and there was a crystalline single horn on its head, vaguely wreathed in wisps of electric light.

It was precisely the high-quality mechanical puppet wolf he had obtained after killing the first Demon Luo Sect disciple!

Almost at the same time, the seven old monk phantoms opposite simultaneously sprayed essence blood and pointed at Wang Yu with one hand.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Seven thick silver electric arcs emerged and flashed, hitting the spot where Wang Yu was standing almost simultaneously.

Amidst the thunderclaps, balls of silver thunder light exploded one after another, and the blinding white light made it almost impossible for one to open their eyes.

But the next moment, another boom sounded from within the thunder light!

All the electric arcs rapidly became thin and small, and then a red flame condensed within them. In an instant, it transformed into a thick, crimson light shield, forcibly propping up a safe place amidst the thunder light that had been weakened by more than half in the surroundings.

Twelve massive crimson spiritual patterns flickered on the surface of the light shield, and inside, a figure stood there, chanting and forming a seal with one hand.

Standing before the crimson light shield was a giant mechanical puppet wolf, which stood still and raised its head. The single horn on its head emitted bursts of roaring sounds, rapidly absorbing the surrounding electric light, and densely packed silver electric threads intertwined and flickered on the surface of its pitch-black giant body.

"Flame Shield, Thunder-Attribute Puppet."

The seven old monk phantoms saw this scene, their complexions sank simultaneously. They opened their mouths again, sprayed two balls of essence blood, chanted spells simultaneously, and finally shouted in a low voice, "Thunder Triple Link."

"Boom, boom, boom."

The seven figures flicked their fingers three times in succession, and each person shot out three silver electric arcs again. Each electric arc might have been slightly thinner than the previous ones, but after twenty-one electric arcs were shot out, they instantly reached the void above Wang Yu.

Silver snakes danced wildly, and it was as if thunder beasts had descended into the world. The momentum was extremely astonishing, and a scorching, scorched smell permeated the surroundings.

Six of the old monk's seven figures dissipated and vanished at the same time the electric arcs were shot from their hands.

Only one old monk still stood there tremblingly, but his beard and hair were all white, and his face was withered and thin, as if he had aged another dozen years or more.

Twenty-one silver snakes then began to flash down one by one.

The giant wolf-shaped puppet below shook its head, and the single horn on its head flickered repeatedly, seemingly possessing some mysterious power, forcibly attracting the first dozen electric arcs that fell from above and sinking them into the horn.

But after the dozen silver arcs flashed down in succession, a "Crack" sound came.

The single horn on the mechanical puppet's head suddenly exploded, and its pitch-black, massive body also collapsed and shattered amidst the electric light that had suddenly become several times thicker.

This high-quality mechanical puppet, which had at least the strength of a Qi Refinement perfection, had been forcibly destroyed by the old monk's thunder method just a moment after being released.

The thick silver snakes above, lacking the mechanical puppet's attraction, immediately changed direction and all flashed down toward where Wang Yu was.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The crimson light shield below only took two or three hits from the electric arcs above before nine crimson talismans dissipated and vanished one by one, and densely packed, slender cracks appeared on the surface of the shield wall amidst violent trembling.

"Not good."

The silver ring on Wang Yu's wrist had already exploded and shattered. Although he poured his internal mana into the Flame Shield wildly, it was clear that this defensive spell could not withstand the thunder strikes below.

Without thinking, he flicked his sleeve, and three pale-red mirrors the size of palms flew out, rapidly transforming into three balls of crimson flame that circled and danced.

It was precisely the Child-Zi Zi Mu Fu You Mirror he had refined!

This artifact was a set that combined offense and defense, and now it was clearly time to test its defensive power.

"Puff," "Puff," "Puff."

Wang Yu formed a seal with both hands rapidly and pointed at the main mirror in the void. The three balls of red flame flashed, each transforming into a crimson light shield, surging wildly.

In the blink of an eye, the three layers of crimson light shields merged and combined into one, transforming into a layered Flame Shield with three shield walls.

As for the original Flame Shield, it could no longer persist and turned to ashes in another thunder light, and the remaining silver electric arcs in the air followed, bombarding the new shield transformed by the Child-Zi Zi Mu Fu You Mirror one after another.

The crimson three-layered shield also began to flicker repeatedly, and crimson talismans emerged on its surface one after another.

The old monk opposite saw Wang Yu using an artifact for protection, snorted, and endured his physical discomfort. He took out a pale-cyan cone-like artifact from his body, flicked it with one hand, and it shot out, transforming into a cyan light.

This artifact, not knowing what it was, emitted an ear-piercing shriek like ghosts crying and wolves howling as soon as it was released. After a flash, it hit the outermost layer of the shield heavily.

The next moment, a ball of cyan, hideous ghost-head phantom suddenly emerged on the surface of the crimson light shield and then exploded.

The outermost shield wall actually dissolved and dissipated instantly as if it had encountered its nemesis.

Boom, boom, boom; the silver electric arcs behind swarmed and bombarded down one after another, landing on the second shield wall.

"Bang," a sound.

The second layer of the crimson shield wall also shattered after persisting for only a few breaths amidst the thick electric arcs.

The remaining electric arcs bombarded the third shield wall, but after several massive booms, the electric light finally dissipated. The third shield wall was still floating outside Wang Yu's body; although its surface was blurry and the talismans were flickering wildly, it was indeed safe and sound!

Wang Yu felt great joy in his heart, let out a long breath, and looked toward the old monk with cold eyes.

"Impossible, this Thunder Triple Link spell is a Foundation Establishment secret technique mastered by the third reincarnation body; even an ordinary early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator would not dare to take it head-on?" Seeing this scene, the old monk blurted out, his face full of astonishment.

Wang Yu snorted, formed a seal with one hand, and the red light shield on his body dissipated in a flash, transforming back into three balls of crimson flame that circled and danced, flying faster and faster, the red light becoming more and more intense, vaguely bringing out a series of afterimages, as if seven or eight crimson scorching suns were circling and dancing around him. ===== CHAPTER 268 =====