Chapter 268: The Might of Floating

The next moment, the seven or eight scorching suns erupted with intense red light, spraying out balls of crimson fire the size of fists—there were more than twenty of them—which fell toward where the old monk was.

Seeing this, the old monk's face flashed with a fierce look, and he raised his arms, flicking his ten fingers toward these fireballs.

"Chi, chi" sounds erupted!

Ten slender black crystal threads shot out from his ten fingers, crossing and cutting through the void, as if countless sharp blades were cutting through the void.

More than half of the twenty-plus fireballs dissipated and vanished after being cut through by these black threads; they were actually just phantoms.

But the other seven or eight fireballs, after being pierced through by these black threads, exploded one after another, transforming into balls of massive crimson fire clouds, causing the temperature in the vicinity to rise rapidly.

Wang Yu, who was urging the Child-Zi Zi Mu Fu You Mirror opposite, saw his complexion change, and his figure flew horizontally to one side by a zhang.

"Puff, puff."

On the ground where he had originally been standing, more than ten deep small holes suddenly appeared, with crystalline frost around them; it was another cluster of nearly transparent crystal threads that had silently launched a sneak attack from the low air under the old monk's feet.

If Wang Yu hadn't activated Overclock mode and had five senses far exceeding ordinary people, he might have truly fallen victim to the poison.

The old monk saw that his sneak attack had been discovered and no longer hid anything. After a ferocious look appeared on his face, he formed a seal with one hand, and densely packed black talisman tattoos appeared on his cheeks.

The sound of breaking air sounded loudly again!

Densely packed crystal threads sprayed from all parts of the old monk's body, numbering over a hundred. Half were pitch-black like ink, while the other half were crystalline and transparent. As they intertwined and flickered, it was as if countless slender small swords were simultaneously stabbing toward the opposite side.

"Installing artifacts inside the body, Human Puppet Secret Technique!"

Wang Yu felt a chill in his heart when he saw this scene. Without time to think, he formed a seal with both hands simultaneously, and the seven or eight red scorching suns circling around stopped dancing instantly. Most of them dissipated and vanished, re-condensing into three pale-red mirrors.

These three Child-Zi Zi Mu Fu You Mirrors merely let out a hum, each manifesting a layer of crimson light shield on their surfaces, and then rapidly deformed and condensed, transforming into three red light shields that surged wildly in the wind to a zhang in size. They lay horizontally before and behind Wang Yu, transforming into three horizontal layers of crimson light curtains.

"Chi, chi."

The densely packed crystal threads arrived instantly, hitting the red light curtains and emitting explosive sounds like rain hitting a fence. But the next moment, the crystal threads flashed with light, became blurry, and pierced through the three layers of light curtains without the slightest obstruction.

"Wind-Fire Wheels."

Wang Yu was startled and hurriedly changed the spell in his hands, activating his fastest movement technique.

The next moment, cyan-red spiritual patterns re-emerged and condensed on the surface of his feet. After two cyan-red wheel phantoms flashed, his figure transformed into a cyan-red crystal light and shot out.

After a blur, his figure appeared on another spot on the ground five or six zhang away.

Wang Yu turned his head in shock and anger, took a look at his left shoulder, and his complexion became somewhat ugly.

Only to see a blood hole the thickness of a finger had appeared on that shoulder. No pain was transmitted, but the entire shoulder was very cold and even began to stiffen and go numb.

"Artifact of Breaking Law."

Wang Yu looked at the old monk and said word by word.

The old monk merely sneered. Without seeing him make any move, those sprayed crystal threads flew back on their own, intertwined and flickered in the air, vaguely forming a massive silk net a mu in size, and it was still surging wildly, almost shrouding half of the high tower's space beneath it.

Clearly, the next attack would not give Wang Yu any chance to dodge.

Wang Yu's pupils shrank, but his ears twitched inadvertently twice. A strange look flashed across his face, and he suddenly gestured with one hand.

The red light curtain not far away flew over, transforming into red light mist, and after condensing before him, it transformed back into three pale-red mirrors.

"Puff," "Puff."

Red light flashed on the surface of the three mirrors, and they sprayed out more than ten crimson fireballs in one breath.

At the same time, Wang Yu formed a seal with one hand, muttered something, and pointed at the void ahead. A massive fireball also emerged, which transformed from one into two, two into four, four into eight in an instant, transforming into eight fireballs.

He flicked his sleeve, and all the fireballs swarmed toward the old monk.

"Mere Fire Bullet Technique, what use can it have?"

The old monk's mocking voice came out, and he flicked his large sleeve toward the high sky.

The massive silk net in the high sky, which was already somewhat blurry, merely trembled slightly, and immediately, densely packed crystal threads of two colors shot down from the sky, piercing through all these fireballs not far from the old monk.

A series of muffled sounds came!

All the fireballs dissipated and vanished amidst the flickering crystal light, but only one fireball, at the moment of vanishing, revealed a black bead the size of a thumb inside.

The surface of the bead was covered with densely packed silver spiritual patterns, and its center had been pierced through by a black crystal thread, but bursts of thunder sounds came from within it, and it was still slightly surging and shrinking, flickering with strange electric light.

"This is..."

The old monk was slightly stunned. Before he could react, the black bead exploded with a massive sound.

In that instant, a massive thunder ball emerged at the explosion point, and thick silver arcs emerged and wreathed around, shooting out in all directions simultaneously.

The old monk merely let out a roar and was submerged within the densely packed electric arcs.

The roaring sound was earth-shattering!

The ground shattered, the void was scorching hot, and even the white light curtain that Gong Yue had personally set up to shroud the entire level of the high tower trembled slightly amidst the flickering of this massive thunder ball.

"Junior, using a one-time thunder-attribute artifact to deal with me, a human puppet body with thunder-attribute spirit roots, what were you thinking?"

Amidst this astonishing thunder light flickering, the old monk's wild laughing voice came out.

But the next moment, Wang Yu replied with an emotionless voice: "Who said I used this thunder bead to destroy you? It was just a diversion."

In the thunder light, the old monk, who was forming a seal with one hand and had a layer of electric light protecting his body, was shocked upon hearing this and couldn't help but look toward that side through the densely packed electric arcs.

Only to see that where Wang Yu had been, the three pale-red mirrors before him had vanished at some point, and in their place, three identical, strange artifacts had appeared above his head.

They were similar to prism-shaped cones, but each had a long, round tube in front. With his several hundred years of experience, he actually couldn't recognize what kind of artifact this was.

But before he could think much, electric light flickered simultaneously behind the three strange artifacts opposite, and light flickered on the long cannon barrels, revealing eleven golden talisman symbols.

"Not good."

The old monk moved without thinking, and cyan lotus phantoms emerged under his feet, intending to escape completely from the thunder light. But just at this moment, a faint golden figure suddenly flashed in from behind the thunder light, unexpectedly grabbing the old monk tightly from behind, making him unable to move for a time.

"It's you."

The old monk shouted in shock and anger, but just at this moment, three massive booms of "Boom," "Boom," "Boom" came from Wang Yu's side.

The round tubes in front of the three strange artifacts trembled slightly, and blinding silver light sprayed from the tube mouths. Countless golden rays sprayed out amidst the wreathed electric light; the speed was so fast that almost as soon as the light appeared at the tube mouths, the golden rays suddenly vanished into the void. ===== CHAPTER 269 =====