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The first thousand three hundred and two chapters are called one by one(2/2)

This old man!

After looking at Long Yi, Ye Chen looked at Old Dao Yan, very curious about his old family.

Time passes slowly.

It was not until night fell that Old Dao Yan and Long Yi stopped one after another.

At this moment, a huge Yin-Yang formation appeared in the underground palace. Long Yi's spirit-summoning array occupied the Yang formation, and Old Taoist Yan's spirit-chasing array occupied the Yin formation. The two formations complement each other and form Yin-Yang.

The two magic arrays are quite similar, both of which are carved with ancient runes.

The difference is that there are nine more magic lamps around the spiritual pursuit array than the spiritual summoning array.

Come in!

Long Yi and Old Dao Yan looked at Ye Chen one after another.

Ye Chen stood up and took Lin Shihua to sit in the center of the spirit-calling magic array, and he sat in the center of the spirit-chasing magic array. The cooperation between the second formations allowed Ye Chen's soul to bring Lin Shihua a trace of his soul into the underworld. Compared with the previous spirit-calling magic array, this is indeed more targeted.

Old Dao Yan ignited nine magic lamps and handed Ye Chen a Taoist talisman, looking at Ye Chen with a solemn expression, "This Taoist talisman is used to pretend to her soul. You only have three hours. Within three hours, no matter whether you find her one soul or three spirits, you will be able to return."

"This is a magic lamp that can be returned after igniting it." Long Yi handed over a magic lamp, and then he did not forget to remind him, "Don't move your cultivation in the underworld, otherwise you will provoke the supreme existence."

"I understand." Ye Chen nodded slightly.

"So, start the formation." Long Yi and Old Dao Yan made a gesture and opened the spirit-calling and spirit-chasing formation.

But two waves of buzzing and trembling, and the cumbersome and ancient runes lit up. Light surged into the sky, shot into the ethereal nothingness, spreading a vortex, and hooking the dead and silent underworld.

Immediately, a breath that does not belong to this world overflows from the vortex.

Lin Shihua's delicate body trembled, and a thread of soul flew out from her eyebrows.
Chapter completed!
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