"Haha... God help me... Haha!"
At this moment, Linda felt that he had won the game and couldn't help laughing wildly.
On the other side, Shen Luo was looking at the many changes here and was extremely anxious, but Longtan was pressing on step by step, making it impossible for him to spare time to rescue Chaner.
"Don't you want to save that little monk? I'll let you watch with your own eyes as he suffers the heavenly calamity on behalf of our master and turns to ashes! What a pleasure, what a pleasure!" When Long Tan saw the situation at the altar, he couldn't help but become a little carried away.
After saying that, he was actually no longer in a hurry to attack, but stood aside and looked at Shen Luo leisurely.
Shen Luo's eyes were filled with anxiety, and his gaze moved back and forth between Chan'er and Long Tan, as if he was weighing whether to take the risk of avoiding Long Tan and go directly to rescue him.
After just a brief hesitation, Shen Luo moved. The moonlight flashed under his feet, and his figure quickly swept past from the right and headed straight for the altar where Chaner was.
Seeing this, a smile flashed in Long Tan's eyes. What he was waiting for was Shen Luo to take a risk.
The moment Shen Luo moved, Long Tan's figure disappeared from the spot.
The next moment, it suddenly appeared in front of Shen Luo, and a palm suddenly stretched out, with flesh and blood appearing in the palm of its hand. Countless thin black crystal threads suddenly stretched out and pierced towards him like millions of steel needles.
A light flashed above Shen Luo's head, and the Eight Hanging Mirrors cast a layer of light curtain again, protecting him in the center.
However, when the black crystal thread touched the light curtain, a strange scene appeared. It actually penetrated the light curtain and stabbed towards Shen Luo's chest.
Shen Luo was caught off guard and was pierced by the crystal thread. He immediately felt cold all over, and his blood began to flow along the black crystal thread into Long Tan's body.
At the same time, Long Tan pointed the black staff in his hand forward and touched Shen Luo's brow, causing his soul to shake violently. His body swayed violently a few times, and then he stood still.
“Shen Luo…” Bai Xiaotian screamed when he saw this.
He no longer bothered to recover, and his body soared straight up and flew towards Shen Luo.
On the other side, Zhao Feiji also forced his opponent back and chased after him.
However, when they were halfway there, they suddenly saw a light flashing on Shen Luo's right hand, and a flat vortex of water began to condense in the palm of his hand, which was turned outward and downward.
In the center of the vortex, a pink evil aura spread out, and then a giant pink sea caterpillar flew out, its pair of small green eyes rolled around, and it suddenly opened its mouth and sprayed.
I saw a thick pink mist gushing out and spraying towards the Dragon Altar.
The latter reacted very quickly. Seeing this, he immediately held his breath and leaped back, creating some distance between himself and Shen Luo.
Just at this moment, a red sword light suddenly flashed and went straight to his forehead.
Long Tan looked at the sword light that was rushing towards him, but his vision suddenly became blurred and his head felt dizzy. He barely gathered the magic power with his hands and swung his palm towards the sword light, but found that the sword light suddenly became distorted and he failed to hit it.
Only then did he realize that even though he had moved quickly enough, he was still poisoned. The poison entered Shen Luo's body through the black crystal line that he had retracted into his palm and infected his blood.