The eight-armed dragon suddenly looked up and saw that Shen Luo's figure had already risen into the air. The extremely strong Chi Youzhibo, holding the Xuanhuang Yiqi Stick that had grown ten times larger, smashed down on him on the head.
The long stick reached deep into the sky, as if to stir up the entire void. A layer of devil flame actually enveloped the stick, pressing down on the void with a continuous "rumbling" sound, just like the roar of thunder.
Seeing this, Che Qingtian couldn't help but feel a bit solemn. A dark light appeared all over his body, and his murderous aura surged, turning into billowing black mist that overflowed from his armor.
I saw him crossing his arms, one holding a sword and the other holding a hammer, and striking upwards.
In the black light, the bear weapon spirit and the one-horned giant python sword spirit emerged at the same time. The aura on their bodies increased by twice as much as before, and actually reached the late stage of True Immortal.
Both of them were possessed by the light bursting out from the weapons and collided fiercely with the shadow of the sky-lifting stick.
"Boom boom"
There was a loud explosion in the void, and two indescribable forces exploded. The tremendous power turned into a storm that swept everything and swept in all directions.
This time, even the altar was not spared. Nie Caizhu was swept by this force and fell out defenselessly.
The light bursting out from the long sword and giant hammer in the eight-armed dragon's hand shattered in an instant, and cracks appeared on the sword and hammer, but his body did not retreat at all.
On the contrary, Shen Luo's previous attack had consumed most of his strength. At this moment, his Xuan Yang Demon Transformation ability had been released, and his body fell to the ground.
Che Qingtian was surprised at the power of Shen Luo's attack just now, but his hands did not stop moving.
The eight-armed dragon raised another arm high above his head, grabbed a dark blue bottle in his palm, and pointed it at Shen Luo.
A layer of dense runes appeared on the dark blue bottle, and blue light gushed out from the mouth of the bottle, condensing into a three-foot square blue vortex with flashing light in the middle, which rotated at a high speed.
Silk-like strands of light flew out from the vortex, floating like water lilies and seaweed, and wrapped around Shen Luo.
Seeing this, Shen Luo hurriedly waved his stick to drive them away, but these blue silk ribbons seemed to be living things. They bypassed the Xuanhuang Yiqi Stick and wrapped around his wrists and ankles.
The moment the blue silk ribbon was wrapped around him, a strange force of restriction emanated from it. Shen Luo was running low on magic power at the moment, and he was unable to break free for a while.
Immediately afterwards, the blue silk ribbon began to shrink back rapidly, pulling Shen Luo towards the blue light vortex.
Shen Luo's mind moved, and eleven Pure Yang flying swords shot out one after another, slashing towards the blue silk ribbon.
Unfortunately, Che Qingtian had been prepared for this. Before the flying swords got close, sword lights and hammer shadows flew over and intercepted all the flying swords.
Shen Luo was getting closer and closer to the blue light vortex. He could already clearly feel the strange fluctuations emanating from the bottle. In his current state, once he was sucked into it, there would be no possibility for him to break free.
"Be prepared to die. This is your end." Che Qingtian was confident of victory and could not help but roar in triumph.
However, before he finished his words, something strange happened!
Two extremely solid purple lights burst out from a very far distance, converged at one point, and hit the dark blue bottle squarely.