Chen Yan's finger pointed out, a pale yellow talisman paper ignited on his finger sword!
Formless Tribulation-breaking Slash!
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Formless, shapeless and colorless, without light or sound!
But as the talisman paper began to burn, Ouyang, who was sitting in mid-air, suddenly shuddered! He abruptly turned his gaze towards Chen Yan, and when his eyes fell on the talisman between Chen Yan's fingers, his expression turned extremely spectacular.
"What the hell?! Wang Chuyi, where the f*** did you get this thing?!"
Ouyang suddenly jumped down from mid-air, turned around, and started running while shouting, "Wait! Let me retrieve two strands of hair first! Each one of my divine techniques formed from my essence blood is invaluable!"
He frantically summoned the five soldiers that were originally surrounding the white-clad puppet, and they immediately turned around and started running.