The Lord of Void and Real-Chapter 1635 - 1631: I’ll Block It

Upon seeing this, Shen Luo waved his hand to store away the heavily damaged Ten Thousand Demons Banner, then with another wave, a large seal flew out.

The Turn Sky Seal soared into the high altitude, instantly emitting a radiant light. It expanded to the size of a house in the wind and smashed down directly onto the crimson battle horse.

The moment the two collided, a thunderous boom erupted.

The crimson battle horse was struck by the immense force and stumbled backwards, while the Turn Sky Seal’s brilliance dimmed and it shrunk back into mid air, flying back to Shen Luo who then stored it back into his sleeve.

Just then, a gust of wind flashed by. Shen Luo only felt as if a wisp of a formless ghost had floated past him, and when he reached out to grab it, he caught nothing.

However, his chest was suddenly struck with a heavy blow, and a deep gash that revealed bone eerily appeared out of nowhere, bringing forth a spurt of blood.

Before Shen Luo could comprehend what had happened, a black fire dragon suddenly attacked from directly ahead, opening its bloody maw and swallowing down on him.

The scorching power exuded from the raging black flames was in no way inferior to the Vermilion Bird and the Golden Crow.

Having no other choice, Shen Luo raised his hand to beckon, and the Pure Yang Flying Sword guarding behind him immediately burst forth with a dazzling golden light, blooming like a golden lotus as it spun towards him.

The golden sword light mixed with the Golden Crow’s crimson flames clashed with the black fire dragon, the clash resonating like thunder, and the sword light slashed in all directions, shattering the black fire dragon without any stalemate.

But immediately after, the crimson battle horse appeared out of thin air above Shen Luo, its body manifesting a set of horse armor patterned with gold, engraved with an extremely ancient battle formation.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Shen Luo knew he was in trouble. Performing the Slanting Moon Steps, he attempted to dodge out of the way.

"Where do you think you’re going?" A low shout suddenly came.

The figure of the black-robed youth abruptly appeared in front of him and, after striding a few steps left and right, unexpectedly split into seven or eight doppelgangers, caging him in the center.

It was just this moment of delay when the crimson battle horse took steps in the void, descending towards the lower frontier.

The armor on its body lit up with a crimson glow, appearing as if it was about to ignite, and the ancient battle formation engraved on it also seemed to come to life amidst the blood-red light.

"Dong dong..."

Sounds of war drums gradually rose in Shen Luo’s ears, followed by the roaring of ferocious winds, neighing of horses, and the clashing sounds of blades and weapons continuously resounded.

It was as if he had fallen into a battlefield formation, but his surroundings had already collapsed, surrounded by enemies on all sides.

"Trapped in the battlefield formation, there’s no escape."

Vaguely, he seemed to hear such a voice echoing above. When he looked around again, he discovered that he was surrounded by flames and trapped within the formation.

Within those flames, there faintly shimmered sword shadows and blade lights, and visions of iron horses across frozen rivers emerged, as if it truly were a battlefield.

Shen Luo quickly activated the Ghost Eye of the Netherworld to look around, but the surrounding flames and light shadows remained.

With furrowed brows, he held the long stick and charged in one direction. Immediately, a large wall of fire surged over, engulfing him in the blaze. The searing heat scorched his skin and flesh to the point of bursting, proving it was not an illusion.

"I have already trapped him; why haven’t you seized the Kunlun Mirror yet?" At this moment, the crimson battle horse soaring in the sky spoke out to the black-robed youth below who was still enjoying the spectacle.

"What’s the rush? He’s already trapped by you and can’t free himself," the black-robed youth said while merging all his doppelgangers back into one, returning to a single being.

"Cut the chatter, Wu Luo can’t get away, hurry over there, don’t delay the important matters."

The black-robed youth, upon hearing this, said nothing further, his figure turned, and he rushed toward Nie Caizhu.

Shen Luo was trapped within the formation and his Pure Yang Flying Swords had all become like headless flies, unable to meet the enemy. On the other side, the Destructive Mingwang Yan Armor was being obstructed by Wu Luo and couldn’t protect Nie Caizhu at the moment.

Seeing the black-robed youth bearing down on her, Nie Caizhu was ready to give up on the refinement and confront the enemy first.

But just at that moment, a sharp, crane-like cry suddenly came from the void, as a huge blue bird appeared out of nowhere, flying swiftly from the distance.

Covered in golden armor on its cheeks, chest, and claws, its whole body was adorned with bright blue feathers, glowing as if encompassed in blue flames.

It was extremely fast, and as it swept in from afar, opening its beak to emit a golden beam shot towards the black-robed youth.

The latter was quick, rolling to dodge the golden light and as he continued to pounce toward Nie Caizhu, he saw the giant bird descending from the sky with wings folded back, the light on its body flickering as it transformed into a human figure.

The figure revealed was a young man with a tall and slender build, handsome features, but with long, slender eyes like those of the phoenix, at the corners of which were two deep blue marks that swept up into his hair.

"Enlightened Heavenly Beast, so you’ve also come to join the fray..." the black-robed youth said with a roar of anger.

The young man did not reply, and with a flick of his blue embroidered robe, a blue feather-patterned longsword appeared in his palm, protecting Nie Caizhu, and said:

"Quickly refine the Kunlun Mirror, I’ll hold them off for you."

Nie Caizhu was very surprised to hear this, but she also knew that this was not the time to ask questions.

However, seeing the young man actually charging at the black-robed youth, she gritted her teeth and continued with the refinement of the Kunlun Mirror.

Within the trapped formation, Shen Luo was still trying to break through the surging flames in all directions, feeling as though he was surrounded by tens of thousands of a great army and, for the moment, unable to extricate himself.

A thought crossed his mind, and he suddenly remembered something, immediately flipping his hand to retrieve the Nine Nether, and waved it in a sweeping gesture.

"Go."

With a low shout from his mouth, a series of clanking sounds echoed incessantly.

The Nine Nether Demon Ring emanated a surge of black light, countless big and small ring shadows densely shooting out, strikingly bursting through the fiery trapped formation and into the high skies.

The crimson battle horse had not yet reacted when its battling armor got caught in a dark ring, the flames of light on its body instantly extinguished, and all spiritual power was sealed, unable to be activated any longer.

The trap formation projecting below disappeared in an instant, and Shen Luo was finally able to break free.

The moment he escaped, Shen Luo first looked towards Nie Caizhu to make sure she was safe, then, gripping his long stick, he soared into the air, heading straight for the crimson battle horse.

The latter flashed with crimson light and had already returned to human form, retracted the battling armor, and managed to free itself from the Nine Nether.

Fearing that the Nine Nether would again be controlled by Wu Luo, Shen Luo hurriedly retrieved it and unleashed Splashy Chaotic Stick at the horse-faced man.

In a flash, the sky was filled with a barrage of stick shadows, enveloping the horse-faced man within.

The horse-faced man was not to be outdone, producing a nine-ring saber wrapped in black flames, whirling it around as airtight as falling snowflakes, blocking every one of Shen Luo’s stick shadows, the two of them locked in a fierce battle.