Shen Luo's eyes were as bright as lightning. After a quick survey of the surroundings, he was surprised to find that the flight trajectory of each golden blade was different. They were intertwined with each other but did not affect each other, forming an impenetrable blade net outside his body.
However, feeling the sharp aura coming from the golden knife net, Shen Luo's expression remained calm.
Just as the blade was about to tear him apart, Shen Luo gently waved his hand, and a golden light suddenly appeared in front of him. A golden book flew out of thin air, emitting thousands of golden lights. It rolled up in all directions, absorbing all the surrounding sharp blades.
When Bai Ling saw this scene, her eyes widened and she thought to herself that since the senior had such a treasure, it should not be a problem for him to take her in. She also wanted to take another look at the mural.
Just as she had the thought, there was a sudden loud whistling sound from the front. In the void that had just been sucked away, countless golden lights appeared again, and the number was surprisingly greater than before.
The sky was filled with golden blades that loomed down, and the golden book hanging in front of Shen Luo emitted golden light, sweeping it away again.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shen Luo jumped up and down several times and rushed towards the dead tree quickly.
However, the golden blades in this world seem to be endless. As soon as these are collected, new blades will continuously appear, and the number will double as before.
He had only taken a few steps forward when the golden blades around him had increased several times in size. The light from the golden book alone was no longer able to absorb all of it at once.
As a last resort, Shen Luo pushed the Heavenly Book with one hand, making it fly in front of him. With the other hand, he took out the Zhenhai Iron Stick and swung it around with a powerful force. Dense layers of stick shadows flew out.
The Golden Heavenly Book collected a large number of sharp blades, and any remaining ones would be smashed one by one by the Zhenhai Iron Rod.
Bai Ling was dazzled by what she saw outside, and felt even more frightened.
In fact, Shen Luo's speed had already reached an extreme, but he still couldn't withstand the increasingly dense golden blades in this world, and more and more small wounds inevitably appeared on his body.
At first, it was just the clothes that were torn, with many criss-crossing cuts. As time went on, the cuts became deeper, and gradually, shocking blood-red marks appeared on Shen Luo's body.
It was only a distance of several feet, but at this moment it seemed as difficult to cross as a mountain of knives and a sea of fire. What made Shen Luo feel even more unbearable was not the golden blades whose speed was increasing and whose blades were becoming more and more dense, but the increasingly strong invisible binding force between the surrounding heaven and earth.
It was quite different from the feeling of being stuck in a quagmire. Shen Luo only felt that there were seven or eight golden ropes wrapped around his body. Although they did not absorb the magic power from his body, it was as if a thousand-foot-high mountain was tied at the other end, so that every step he took was like dragging the mountain forward an inch.
However, in just a few breaths, Shen Luo had at least a thousand cuts on his body, at least half of which were slowly oozing blood, almost turning him into a bloody man.
Shen Luo's breathing became heavier and heavier. Every time he inhaled, he felt as if there were extremely thin blades inside his limbs and bones, scraping his bones and cutting his skin, making him unbearable.