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"You..." The face of the old ancestor Wu Long changed drastically. The moment Chu Ci stood up, he was in a trance for a moment and even doubted that he was not in the Soul-Fixing and Soul-Locking Formation.

Chu Ci stood up shakily. After so many times of training, his spirit had become much tougher. Even so, walking in the formation still made him feel heavier than a thousand pounds.

Ancestor Wu Long stared with frightened eyes and quickly looked around. What he was looking for was the center of the formation.

The eye of an array is the weakest link in an array. No matter how powerful an array is, it can be easily broken as long as the eye is found.

According to his understanding, the center of this formation should be in the Dinghai direction.

However, the appearance of the formation had changed drastically, and it was impossible to find where to start for the time being. Instead, Chu Ci was getting closer and closer.

There was no time to find the center of the formation, so Old Ancestor Wu Long gritted his teeth and stood up abruptly.

Chu Ci's gaze fell on the Wulong Patriarch. This person was indeed as Cui Pingshan and Tian Guanghai said, wearing a black robe and surrounded by a layer of mysterious dark green mist.

In the mist, his facial features seemed to be swallowed up, leaving only a pair of ghostly eyes, flashing with strange light.

If it were outside, Chu Ci would find it difficult to withstand a random attack from the opponent, but it was very different here.

Chu Ci pointed the dagger at the other party: "Go to hell!"

When he saw the dagger, a trace of panic flashed in the eyes of Old Ancestor Wu Long. Although he could not use his spiritual sense, he could still tell that this was a magic weapon.

If he relied on his physical body alone, he would be unable to resist.

The Wulong Patriarch quickly looked around and shouted loudly:

"Where are the two guardians of Wulong Village? The ancestor is here, why don't you come out quickly!" The voice was full of threats.

Ever since entering the Soul-Fixing and Spirit-Locking Formation, Old Ancestor Wu Long had a guess in his mind that the main purpose of the other party setting up an ambush here was probably to prevent him from killing Cui Pingshan and Tian Guanghai through his soul.

This shows that these people have formed a united front.

Even though he knew it in his heart, he still wanted to give it a try, hoping to force the two men out through threats.

At this moment, Cui Pingshan and Tian Guanghai were hiding in a tree hole. They could hear the call of Wulong Patriarch clearly. They didn't know whether this method would work or not. At this point, they could only close their eyes and let it go.

After waiting for no response for a long time, Old Ancestor Wu Long's heart sank a little bit.

Just as he was about to speak again, Lin Fuxing, who was lying on the ground, suddenly coughed violently a few times, then slowly opened his eyes.

He said weakly, "Old thief Wu Long, don't waste your energy. I was hit by your move just now... ahem... I understand everything."

Hearing Lin Fuxing's words, Wulong Patriarch's eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light, and he asked coldly: "What do you understand?"

There was a tension and uneasiness in his voice that was difficult to conceal.

Lin Fuxing was lying on the ground, and he said weakly, "Hahaha, you... you didn't extract their souls at all, ahem... you just burned part of their souls with that special flame, right?"

When Lin Fuxing said the last few words, the face of Wulong Patriarch suddenly changed, and he roared: "You are looking for death!"

Just as he was about to attack, he suddenly found that he could not use his spiritual power. Then he suddenly remembered that he was still trapped in the Soul-Fixing Soul-Locking Array.

Chu Ci was also shocked when he heard Lin Fuxing's words. He turned around and looked at Lin Fuxing lying on the ground, with a hint of doubt in his eyes:

"Senior Lin, are you telling the truth?"

Lin Fuxing nodded: "After I was hit just now... I realized that the fire used by this old thief is extraordinary... It can burn the soul... He relies on this method... cough cough..."

Having said this, Lin Fuxing paused for a while before continuing:

"Chu Ci, this Soul-Fixing and Soul-Locking Array can prevent him from using his spiritual power... and that kind of fire can't be used either... so, we must not let him leave alive."

After listening to Lin Fuxing's words, Chu Ci understood.

The disappeared souls of Cui Ping, Shan Tian and Guang Hai were not taken away by the Wu Long Ancestor, but were burned by the flames.

The soul is a whole. The situation of partial soul being destroyed has never been heard of. It is precisely this point that the old ancestor Wulong uses to control so many cultivators.

Perhaps some people have doubted it for a long time, but who dares to try it?

Cui Pingshan and Tian Guanghai also understood. They looked at each other and saw shock, realization and anger in each other's eyes.

Tian Guanghai rushed out of the tree hole first, cursing angrily, "You old thief Wu Long, give me your life."

As the two of them approached the edge of the formation, Lin Fuxing hurriedly stopped them:

"My two... dear brothers... please do not destroy the magic circle."

The two also knew that if they let the other party out now, even if they were combined, they would not be a match for him.

After hearing Lin Fuxing's words, Old Ancestor Wu Long began to retreat slowly. This had been his secret all along, and now it was known to everyone. He wanted to run, and he had to run quickly.

However, no matter how anxious he was, he could only move his body a little bit here, and Chu Ci was close to him in the blink of an eye.

The old ancestor Wu Long became very anxious and struck Chu Ci right in the chest with his palm.

But Chu Ci didn't react at all, it was just like tickling.

Only then did Ancestor Wu Long realize that the other party's physical strength far exceeded his own.

Chu Ci raised his knife and stabbed, "Ah!" A hoarse scream was heard, and the Wulong Patriarch was stabbed in the chest.

Chu Ci drew his knife again and slashed at the opponent's neck.

It's over! This was the last thought in the mind of Wu Long Patriarch.

Puff! The huge head fell to the ground, his eyes full of unwillingness, it was a pity that he died before he could use his ultimate move.

Swoosh! At this moment, a ball of dark green flame flew out from the top of the head of Wulong Patriarch and floated in the air.

Chu Ci was stunned. What is this? It doesn't look like a spirit.

"This is the spirit of fire. Hurry! Devour it now!" At this moment, Lin Fuxing, who was standing by, saw the scene and shouted loudly.

Devour? How to devour, Chu Ci had no idea, but the four words "spirit, fire, soul and spirit" made his eyes light up.

Essence, fire, soul and spirit are a magical product in the world of immortal cultivation. If one can obtain one, it will be an absolute treasure for a cultivator. It seems that the old ancestor Wu Long became so powerful because he swallowed this ball of essence, fire, soul and spirit.

At this moment, the ball of fire, like a frightened kitten, whooshed towards the edge of the formation at an incredibly fast speed.

Chu Ci didn't have time to think about it, and quickly walked towards the fire, but his speed was far slower than the speed of the fire.

The dark green flame flew to the edge of the formation in a blink of an eye, but was blocked by the formation.

The flames seemed unwilling to give up, and they rushed around along the spiritual wall of the formation, but they were unable to take a single step forward.

Chu Ci walked behind the flame and stretched out his hand to grab it, but he didn't expect the flame to be so fast. Just when Chu Ci was about to grab it, it slipped away from his palm again.