"Haha … Heaven is on my side … Haha!"
At this moment, Lin Da felt that victory was in his hands and could not help but laugh wildly.
On the other side, Shen Luo was extremely anxious as he looked at the many changes here. However, Long Tan was closing in on him step by step, making it impossible for him to free himself to save Chan 'er.
"Don't you want to save that little monk? I'll let you watch with your own eyes as he takes the Heavenly Tribulation on behalf of Master and turns into ashes! Awesome, awesome! "Long Tan could not help but be a little complacent when he saw the situation at the spiritual altar.
After saying that, he was in no hurry to attack. Instead, he stood aside and looked at Shen Luo calmly.
The anxiety in Shen Luo's eyes was clearly visible. His gaze moved back and forth between Chan 'er and Long Tan, as if he was considering whether to take the risk to avoid Long Tan and go directly to save Chan' er.
After a slight hesitation, Shen Luo moved. The moonlight flashed under his feet, and his figure swept past from the right side, heading straight for the spiritual altar where Chan 'er was.
Seeing this, Long Tan's eyes flashed with a smile. He was waiting for Shen Luo to take the risk out of desperation.
The moment Shen Luo moved, Long Tan's figure disappeared from where he was.
In the next moment, he suddenly appeared in front of Shen Luo. He suddenly stretched out a palm, and flesh appeared in the palm. Countless thin black crystal threads suddenly stretched out and pierced toward him like thousands of steel needles.
A light flashed above Shen Luo's head, and the Eight Hanging Mirror once again cast a layer of light screen, protecting him in the center.
However, the moment the black crystal threads touched the light screen, a strange scene occurred. They penetrated the light screen directly and pierced toward Shen Luo's chest.
Shen Luo was caught off guard and was pierced by the crystal threads. He suddenly felt cold all over, and his blood began to flow along the black crystal threads into Long Tan's body.
At the same time, Long Tan pointed the black staff in his hand forward and touched Shen Luo's forehead, causing his Spirit to shake violently. His body swayed a few times, and then he stood still on the spot.
"Shen Luo..." Bai Xiaotian cried out in surprise.
He couldn't care less about continuing to recover. Instead, he flew straight towards Shen Luo.
On the other side, Zhao Feiji also forced his opponent to retreat and chased after him.
However, when they were halfway there, they suddenly saw Shen Luo's right hand light up, and a flat vortex of water began to condense in the palm of his hand.
In the center of the whirlpool, a pink demonic aura spread out. Immediately afterward, a huge pink sea caterpillar flew out from it. Its pair of small green eyes rolled around, and it suddenly opened its mouth to spit.
A thick pink mist gushed out and sprayed down on the dragon altar.
The latter reacted very quickly. When he saw the situation, he immediately stopped breathing and leaped backward to distance himself from Shen Luo.
However, at this moment, a red sword light suddenly flashed and went straight towards his forehead.
Long Tan looked at the sword light that was rushing towards him, and his vision suddenly became blurry. His head was dizzy, and he managed to condense mana in his hands and hit the sword light with his palm. However, he found that the sword light suddenly became distorted, and he didn't hit it.
Only then did he realize that although he was fast enough, he was still poisoned. The poisonous gas had invaded Shen Luo's blood, and then entered his body through the black crystal wire that he withdrew from his palm.
However, it was too late to understand this now. The red sword light instantly pierced through his forehead, and the [Red Lotus Hellfire] burned in his sea of consciousness.
After the sea caterpillar landed, it immediately came to Shen Luo's side. It opened its mouth and sucked towards Shen Luo's wound. Then, it spat out to the side.
"It's mixed with that guy's cold poisonous gas. Disgusting." Mao Chun said with some disgust.
"Thank you." After Shen Luo recovered, he clasped his fist and thanked him.
"Hey, you still have to rely on me at critical moments." Mao Chun heard and said proudly.
Just as he finished speaking, there was suddenly a loud "boom" in the sky, and he was shocked.
"Ah, this broken place is so dry. Quickly send me back." Mao Chun shrunk his neck and said in a panic.
"Thank you. I'll send you back now." Shen Luo quickly waved his hand and used the Art of Spirit Control to send him back.
At this moment, Bai Xiaotian and Zhao Feiji also rushed back. The three of them rushed towards the altar where Chan 'er was.
On the other side, the remaining three Zen Masters of the Divine Lotus Altar rushed back and blocked them again.
"We'll stop them. You go and save Chan 'er." Bai Xiaotian saw this and told Shen Luo.
Shen Luo nodded and came to the center of the square alone. He saw that the eighth Heavenly Thunder had already formed in the sky and turned into a cluster of golden lightning. It smashed down from the sky with great righteousness.
Lin Da was still absorbing Chan 'er's Light of Buddha merit to fill the Bodhisattva Dharma Form outside his body.
Chan 'er was sitting opposite him in the air. Her body was covered by a layer of blood-red light shield. Her eyes were still closed, but her face had become extremely pale.
"Master Chan 'er …" Shen Luo could not help but shout.
With both hands controlling the pure Yang sword embryo, he no longer had any misgivings as he charged towards Lin Da.
"No …" Lin Da was busy dealing with the Heavenly Tribulation. When he saw this scene from the corner of his eye, he was furious.
In the next instant, the Pure Yang sword embryo burned with the most intense crimson flame it had ever seen. The moment it pierced into the blood-colored light barrier, it was like burning snow, causing it to rapidly melt.
The blood-red light shield disappeared. Chan 'er heard Shen Luo's call and slowly opened her eyes.
"Originally empty, return to nothingness …" Her eyes reflected a glazed luster. The golden light outside her body began to shrink rapidly. The Golden Cicada's shadow also disappeared.
Without the support of Chan 'er's merit, the Bodhisattva's shadow outside Lin Da's body was stripped of its golden body.
The eighth Heavenly Tribulation that was about to fall sensed the changes below. The thunder roared even louder, and the power of the thunder increased several times. The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, revealing a pool of lightning that was overflowing with electricity.
Seeing this, Lin Da finally panicked. He could not care less about catching Chan 'er. He could only try to control the other altars and use the remaining merit and life of the many senior monks to protect himself from this tribulation.
But at this moment, a black light suddenly shot over from thousands of feet away. It turned into a black chain with dense runes entwined around it. It directly tied him together with the Blood Crystal Lotus Altar in mid-air.
"Who is it?"
Lin Da was extremely shocked and angry. He did not restrain his mana at all. He released it with all his might. The blood-red flame outside his body condensed into a solid blood-red flame. It burned the black chain fiercely, but could not melt it in a short time.
The Heavenly Tribulation that had been suppressed for a long time finally could not be suppressed. It turned into a pool of lightning that poured down and drowned him.
"Rumble …"
There was no sound in the world that could be compared to the roar of thunder at this moment. Hundreds and thousands of lightning whips pierced down wantonly, lashing the barren land to their heart's content.
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