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"This?"

If only the physical body was destroyed, because Christina's strength has surpassed Yuanying, there is still a chance to seize her body and be reborn, but now it seems that the formation is not only to destroy her physical body, but also to trap her Yuanying. The baby, just like it did more than 3000 years ago, sealed her completely.

"Wang Huai, quickly release our power suppression!" Seeing this scene, Allah also shouted anxiously.

"Good..." Wang Huai didn't think too much about it, and directly used the power of the Meditation Controlling Qi Art to help Allah and Jibril get rid of the suppression of power.

Originally thought that suppressing their power could stop the deterioration this time, but now it seems that they have completely lost control.

After Allah and Jibril broke away from the suppression, they rushed to the sky one after another, attacking the formation with their respective forces without hesitation.

On the ground, many of Baihu's people were already petrified by this scene.

Although they have also experienced many life and death scenes, their strength is like a mayfly in front of such a battle, which is not worth mentioning.

Heifeng, the only one who knew something about the formation, had already left the white tiger altar under the escort of several members of the white tiger. As the guardian of the formation, it was actually the first time he had seen the formation.

"Captain Heifeng, what should we do now?" Someone looked at Heifeng and asked.

Heifeng hesitated for a moment, and then said nervously, "Go to the White Tiger Hall, press the White Tiger's guillotine to invite Canglong's people."

So, Heifeng went to Baihu hall escorted by several Baihu people.

Because Wang Huai and the others were all focused on the formation, they didn't care about the departure of Heifeng and the others.

After Gibriel and Allah rushed up, they also encountered the same experience as Christina. All the weak water power released by Allah and Gibriel's illusionary power were swallowed by the formation, and then backlashed into them body, almost completely destroying their bodies, and sealing them on the formation.

Wang Huai stood there, looking at the bodies of the four people trapped by the formation, frowning.

To be honest, Wang Huai didn't expect such a result. It seems that the power of this formation is far beyond Gibril's imagination.

They thought that they could break through the formation if they reached Yuanying's strength, but now it seems that they were too naive, not only did they not break through, but they also put themselves in it.

The so-called protoss, there are only five people left in total. Now, except for Wang Huai, the remaining four people have been trapped by the formation, and Wang Huai's strength is relatively the weakest among the five of them. Obviously, he is also powerless. God, if this happens, their entire race may really be completely extinct.

Wang Huai stood there, and no one knew what he was thinking, whether he just gave up on his accomplices and chose to leave safely, or he jumped into the flame like the other four, and stepped forward to suffer the same experience as them.

Just when Wang Huai was struggling, at the position of Baihutang, Heifeng finally plucked up the courage, and used his own blood as the key to press down on the Baihu guillotine.

"buzz"

The moment the white tiger guillotine fell, at the white tiger altar, there was a flash under the huge formation, followed by unexpectedly, a figure stepped out from the golden light.

"Huh?" Everyone was shocked by this scene. There is actually someone under this formation?

Wang Huai was also taken aback, and turned his gaze away.

I saw an old man in a black robe, with blue eyes and sword eyebrows, walking slowly towards the void and towards Wang Huai.

"Who are you?" Wang Huai looked at the other party and asked, being able to walk out from under this formation, Wang Huai knew that he would definitely not be an ordinary person.

"There is a vision in the sky in the ancient martial arts world, and the formations in the secular world have reappeared. It seems that something really big is about to happen." The old man sighed.

"It's been more than 3000 years. I didn't expect that you, the so-called Protoss, have not been destroyed, and you still have the heart of revival. Should I say you are ridiculous, or respectable?" The old man looked at Wang Huai and said.

"Are you from Canglong?" Wang Huai looked at the other party and questioned. From the other party's body, Wang Huai could feel that his strength was at least that of Nascent Soul, and that he was in the middle or late stage of Nascent Soul.

"That's right, I'm from Canglong." The old man nodded.

Although he had made reasonable preparations, he was still a little surprised to hear the other party admitting it himself.

In fact, Wang Huai had heard of the name Canglong when he was in Baihu.

At that time, I only thought that Canglong was the same as Baihu Xuelang, but an organization for training special agents or special personnel, but the people inside were stronger than Baihu and Xuelang.

Looking at it now, I'm afraid it's a big mistake. The gap between the Canglong and the White Tiger may not be as simple as a little strength, and it seems that the Canglong doesn't exist in this world anymore.

"Are you here to kill us?" Wang Huai looked at the old man vigilantly and asked.

"Kill you?" The old man looked at Wang Huai, then at Allah and the others who were trapped in the formation, and shook his head with a wry smile, "Thousands of years, the little grievances with you have long been The smoke has disappeared, and even among the current Canglong, there may not be many people who remember it, if it wasn't because someone pressed the white tiger's guillotine this time, I wouldn't even appear."

"Small grievances?" Wang Huai was a little speechless. According to the memory he inherited from Azrael, the battle 3000 years ago was devastating and almost became a battle of the extinction of mankind. Such a battle, this old man actually Dare to say it is a small grievance, so what kind of thing is a big grievance?

"Then what are you doing here?" Wang Huai still didn't let go of his vigilance.

"Actually, I didn't intend to come. It's just that someone pressed the white tiger's guillotine. I have to take a look. I haven't come to this small world for a long time, so I just came here to relax." The old man said calmly.

What the other party said made Wang Huai feel black. The situation at this time is so tense and special. This is a major event that concerns the life and death of the entire human race and the Protoss. Moreover, the scene seems to be getting out of control. The old man actually looked leisurely and said To relax, Wang Huai really wanted to kill him directly.

"Since you have no grievances with us, can you accept this formation and save a few of my friends? I can guarantee that this will never happen again in the future, and they will never say anything about revitalizing the Protoss." Wang Huai asked.

Although Wang Huai was a little unhappy about the fact that Jibril and the others teamed up to cheat him, but in the final analysis, Wang Huai could understand their purpose. After all, Wang Huai was at least half of their clan now.

So Wang Huai still didn't want to watch them being trapped to death in this formation.

The old man shook his head, "I can't do it. This formation was arranged by the powerful people 3000 years ago. I'm not a god tattoo master, so I can't help."

"Can't do it?" Wang Huai's face became a little ugly, is it really necessary to watch Christina and the others trapped here?