Shen Luo looked towards the man in golden robe following the voice and felt a slight chill in his heart.
There are restrictions in the hall that affect spiritual consciousness, so he cannot directly sense the aura of the golden-robed man's cultivation. However, the intuition that this person gives him is very dangerous, so he must not be careless.
While being wary of the man in golden robe, he looked around and his expression quickly changed.
I saw two fiery red cocoons about ten feet high suspended next to two golden cylinders not far away. They were made up of countless red filaments, and each filament emitted amazing fluctuations of flame spiritual power. It looked like some kind of fire magic.
From time to time, bursting sounds were heard from the red cocoon, and two figures could be vaguely seen. They were Fu Gong and Long Ya, who were trapped inside. Fortunately, they were still alive.
Shen Luo was secretly shocked. It only took him a moment to collect the true sun fire. In such a short time, Fu Gong and Long Ya were imprisoned. Moreover, he did not hear any sound of fighting in the magma. Could it be that the two were subdued in an instant
"I wonder who you are, master? Did you cast a spell to trap my two companions?" Shen Luo's mind raced, and he calmed himself down and asked in a deep voice.
"What do you think?" The man in the golden robe laughed, with a teasing tone in his voice.
"Who are you?" Shen Luo frowned and asked again.
"Who do you think I am?" The man in the golden robe stretched lazily. He still did not answer Shen Luo's words, but he did not show any hostility either.
Shen Luo was a little confused by this man, but he did not dare to let his guard down. He was considering whether to ignore this man and rescue Fu Gong and Long Ya first.
"Fellow Daoist Shen... be careful... the void... the transparent red silk..." Lord Fu's voice came out from the red cocoon, intermittently.
Upon hearing this, Shen Luo's eyes immediately flashed with green light, his expression suddenly changed, and his body retreated backwards like lightning, and in a flash he flew more than ten feet away.
Transparent red threads appeared in the surrounding void at some point and were flying towards his body, just about to wrap around him.
“The reaction is quite quick, but it doesn’t matter. Once we’re in here, no one can escape.” The man in the golden robe on the seat said lazily, his hands glowing red like flames as he waved left and right.
A layer of dazzling golden light appeared in the passage outside the hall, sweeping along the passage like a tide. Wherever it went, the passage seemed to come alive, desperately squeezing towards the center.
With a loud bang, the several-meter-high passage was completely closed, without leaving a single gap.
Shen Luo stopped in front of the entrance with a grim expression, and immediately turned around. His whole body was glowing red, and a layer of vermilion flame appeared on the outermost layer of the light, emitting a terrifyingly high temperature. It was the Vermillion Bird True Fire. He was going to use the Vermillion Bird True Fire to deal with those transparent red silks.
A golden and black light flashed above his head, and a thousand golden cups and bloodthirsty banners appeared, and two layers of defense were set up around him in an instant.
However, contrary to his expectations, those transparent red threads did not fly over. They were floating several feet away with their fangs and claws bared, but did not move forward a single step.
Shen Luo was secretly surprised, and activated the Netherworld Ghost Eye to its maximum, only then did he figure out the reason.
Those transparent red threads were shot out from the mouth of the fire dragon relief on the golden cylinder. They had a certain distance limit and could only spread out ten feet. The place where he was standing was relatively safe.