Seeing this, Shen Luo waved his hand to put away the badly damaged Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner, and then raised his hand and waved another large seal.
The Fantian Seal flew high into the sky, and suddenly it shone brightly. It grew to the size of a house in the wind and smashed down on the red warhorse.
As soon as the two collided, a deafening sound suddenly erupted.
The scarlet warhorse was knocked back by the huge force, and the Fantian Seal also lost its brilliance, shrinking continuously in the air and flying back, and was put back into Shen Luo's sleeve.
At this moment, another gust of wind flashed by, and Shen Luo felt as if a wisp of empty ghost was floating in front of his eyes. When he raised his hand to grab it, he caught nothing.
But his chest was suddenly hit hard, and a claw mark deep enough to see the bone appeared out of nowhere, leaving a string of bright red blood.
Before Shen Luo could figure out what was going on, a black fire dragon suddenly attacked from the front, opened its bloody mouth and swallowed him.
The scorching power emanating from the blazing black flames was in no way inferior to that of the Suzaku and the Golden Crow.
Shen Luo had no choice but to raise his hand. The Chunyang Flying Sword guarding behind him immediately burst into dazzling golden light, like a blooming golden lotus, and flew towards this side.
The golden sword light mixed with the red flame of the Golden Crow rushed towards the black fire dragon. The sword sounded like thunder and the sword light was everywhere. There was almost no stalemate between the two and the black fire dragon was torn into pieces by the sword light.
But soon after, the red warhorse appeared out of thin air above Shen Luo, and a set of golden-patterned armor worn by warhorses appeared around its body, with extremely ancient battle formations carved on it.
Seeing this, Shen Luo knew something was wrong, so he took a step forward with the Slanting Moon Step and tried to dodge.
"Where are you going?" A low shout suddenly came.
The figure of the young man in black robe suddenly appeared in front of him. After taking a few steps to the left and right, he actually split into seven or eight clones, surrounding him in the center.
It was just a moment's delay, and the red warhorse above stepped into the air and fell down.
The armor on his body glowed with a scarlet red light, and it looked as if it was about to burn. The ancient battle formation carved on it also seemed to come alive in the bloody red light.
"Dongdong..."
It seemed as if the sound of war drums gradually sounded in Shen Luo's ears, followed by the roaring of the wind, the neighing of war horses, and the sound of swords clashing.
He seemed to have fallen into a battlefield, but his surroundings had already fallen and he was surrounded by enemies.
"I was trapped in the battlefield and couldn't get out."
Faintly, he seemed to hear such a voice echoing in the sky. When he looked around, he found that he was surrounded by flames and trapped.
In the flames, there were shadows of flashing swords and sabers, and iron horses and icy rivers appeared, as if it were really a battlefield.
Shen Luo quickly activated the Netherworld Ghost Eye and looked around, but the surrounding flames and light and shadows did not disappear.
He frowned and rushed in one direction with a long stick in his hand. Immediately, a large flame surged over and submerged him. The scorching temperature burned his skin and flesh. It was not an illusion at all.
"I have trapped him, why don't you go and grab the Kunlun Mirror?" At this time, the red warhorse in the air looked at the black-robed young man who was still watching the fun below, and couldn't help but scold.