Chapter 269

The old monk only felt his forehead grow hot, and the electric light protection on his body and his torso were pierced through by something. Densely packed small holes appeared almost simultaneously on his forehead, chest, and dantian—the three vital points—and the surroundings were all scorched black, and even bursts of scorched smell came from within.

The pale-golden figure tightly hugging him from behind let out a miserable shriek and hurriedly let go, retreating several steps. Its abdomen was also pierced with a large patch of scorched fine holes. Looking at the face, it was precisely Yuan Tong.

Only at this time, although his body was still covered with quite a bit of scorched skin, the newly exposed skin had become smooth and delicate again. The young monk pressed his hands tightly against the newly appeared wound on his abdomen; wisps of gold could vaguely be seen in the flesh inside, but his face appeared abnormally pained.

Clearly, in order to control the old monk, although he had barely managed to dodge the other two golden ray attacks through prediction, he had been unable to avoid the one on his abdomen because he had been sticking too closely.

At the massive bronze door more than ten zhang away, a dense crackling sound also came. Amidst the flowing rosy light, nearly a hundred golden fine needles like cow hair appeared on the surface, only each fine needle was golden and brilliant in the front half, while the back half was in a melted state.

But the next moment, the three "Floating Cannons" above Wang Yu's head emitted roaring sounds again. Eleven golden talismans emerged on the surface of the three cannon barrels, and faint white light began to emerge at the front ends of the cannon barrels again.

The old monk saw this scene and widened his eyes. He had no time to urge the massive silk net above again. After merely emitting a few hoarse sounds that were hard to distinguish, his entire head, chest, and abdomen exploded and burst open simultaneously, transforming into three balls of black Qi that soared into the sky.

At the same time, the other limbs of his body split apart automatically, transforming into a dozen pieces that shot out in all directions to escape.

"Quick! Although the human puppet body is difficult to destroy, the human puppet must have a soul box. As long as it is destroyed, it is equivalent to killing him." Yuan Tong shouted loudly to Wang Yu at this moment. He suddenly opened his mouth and sprayed out a yellow Buddha bead.

As soon as this Buddha bead exited his mouth, it exploded, and a circle of deep yellow Buddha light rippled out amidst countless scripture sounds, transforming into circles of yellow waves that swept across the entire level of the high tower.

Not knowing what kind of mysterious power this light possessed, after Wang Yu was swept by the yellow light, apart from feeling a slight heat between his brows, he had no other feeling.

But those limbs that had flown out were swept by the yellow light and fell down one after another.

After the three balls of black Qi were caught up and covered by the yellow light, a pained cry from the old monk came out.

Two balls of black Qi dissipated and vanished, and after the remaining ball of black Qi dispersed, it revealed a miniature black block the size of a bean.

Such a small object—if it weren't for Yuan Tong's prior reminder and Wang Yu having activated Overclock mode, he probably wouldn't have been able to detect its existence under normal circumstances.

Seeing this, Wang Yu formed a seal with one hand without a word.

The three "Floating Cannons" above his head rotated, simultaneously aiming at the miniature black block in the sky.

"Junior, don't even think about it."

The old monk in the miniature black block seemed to feel that in the next strike, he might truly have his soul scattered, and he roared.

The massive silk net in the air began to fall slowly, shrouding both Wang Yu and Yuan Tong beneath it. Crystal light of two colors flickered in the air; for a time, the air was filled with wisps of crystal light, and the momentum was truly astonishing!

On the other side, the miniature black block flickered amidst a thunderclap, its surface wreathed in electric threads, transforming into a ball of electric light that flashed repeatedly in the void, appearing and disappearing like a ghost.

"Thunder Escape Technique."

Yuan Tong blurted out upon seeing this scene.

Without the burden of the human puppet body, the old monk had actually unleashed this legendary escape technique.

Wang Yu's pupils shrank slightly, but his face was emotionless. His gaze followed the black light in the air closely, and his super-thinking rapidly calculated the other party's movement trajectory, constantly predicting the position where the other party would appear next.

He suddenly raised his eyebrows, changed the spell in his hand, and three thunderclaps sounded in succession from above.

The three "Floating Cannons" trembled slightly, and the front ends of the cannon barrels sprayed out three golden rays again, which vanished in a flash.

In the void, a thunderclap sounded!

As soon as the miniature black block flashed and emerged, it was directly hit by a golden ray that had also flashed out from the nearby void, flying out several zhang away.

Not knowing what kind of material this object was refined from, apart from the electric light flickering on its surface being extinguished by the golden ray in one blow, the miniature black block was actually safe and sound.

But the next moment, another golden ray flashed out and hit the black block with lightning speed.

After this strike, the miniature block flew out again, and a muffled groan from the old monk came from within.

After the golden light passed, seven or eight slender golden needles were actually stuck on the surface of the miniature block, and wisps of white marks appeared on its surface simultaneously.

But before the miniature black block could stop rolling, a third golden ray flashed out from the void in another direction and hit the miniature block heavily.

"Bang," a sound.

Amidst the flickering of wisps of golden light, the miniature block could no longer persist and exploded. A ball of green fire vaguely emerged inside, but it immediately transformed into a wisp of cyan smoke amidst the golden light.

Only the old monk's final miserable shriek remained vaguely in the void.

This person who had lingered in the Jialan Secret Realm for several hundred years and had not hesitated to kill the second and third reincarnation bodies had finally died miserably at the hands of Wang Yu and Yuan Tong, the fourth reincarnation body.

The moment the green fire vanished, the massive silk net that had originally been pressing down flashed with light and transformed directly into flying ashes, dissipating into thin air.

As for those scattered limbs of the human puppet body, they were all the same; strange flames ignited on their gray-white surfaces, and in the blink of an eye, they transformed into piles of ashes.

Yuan Tong was stunned upon witnessing all this, and then his expression became somewhat strange, as if he wanted to laugh out loud, but his eyes felt astringent, his eye rims turned red, and it seemed as if tears were welling up.

Wang Yu, however, couldn't care about Yuan Tong's situation at all. He sat down on the bluestone ground, his face pale, and hurriedly took out several medicine bottles from his bosom, stuffing them into his mouth desperately.

The three "Floating Cannons" above his head fell silently, and amidst a flash of light on the way, they transformed back into three pale-red mirrors and fell to the ground.

With Wang Yu's current late-stage Qi Refinement mana, having unleashed the Eight-Spiritual-Pattern Fire Bullet Technique, the Twelve-Spiritual-Pattern Flame Shield, and used a Qi Refinement perfection puppet and a set of near-second-rank artifacts in such a battle, his mana was basically exhausted.

If the final triple strike hadn't been able to take down the old monk, even if the other party didn't take the initiative to attack again, he probably wouldn't have had any mana left to continue fighting.

As for the recovery pills he had taken, although there were quite a few, they could at most allow him to recover a wisp or two of mana in a short time, at least enough to recover the ability to activate talismans.

After Wang Yu's complexion finally looked a bit better, he immediately took out several kinds of talismans and applied them to the wound on his shoulder, simultaneously chanting and urging the talismans.

Immediately, colorful light shone on his shoulder one after another, and the wound began to heal rapidly, and the icy coldness on his shoulder also began to dissipate.

After finishing all this, Wang Yu finally let out a breath and glanced toward Yuan Tong's side.

Only to see that Yuan Tong had a leaf that was emerald green and dripping with moisture in his hand at some point, which was pressed tightly against his abdomen, radiating a ball of white light that looked warm.

The young monk narrowed his eyes slightly, and his face had returned to a calm expression. ===== CHAPTER 270 =====