Three moves.
It was an insult to him.
With a furious roar, Ye Wushuang activated the Burning Sky Formation. The endless flames around him surged toward Long Ao.
Long Ao stood still, but hundreds of soul slaves suddenly shot out from his body toward Ye Wushuang from all directions.
Soul slaves were most afraid of flames.
It could be said that flames and lightning were the nemesis of soul slaves.
However, the soul slaves were extremely fast. Before Ye Wushuang could react, hundreds of soul slaves had already arrived around Ye Wushuang, surrounding him tightly.
If it were other Heavenly God martial artists, the soul slaves would not be able to enter at all.
However, Ye Wushuang's situation was different. His God's soul was controlled by the mysterious martial artist, giving the soul slaves a rare opportunity.
Hundreds of soul slaves surged into Ye Wushuang's body and began to attack his God's soul. One could imagine the power of hundreds of soul slaves attacking at the same time.
The endless flames that were surging toward Long Ao disappeared instantly because Ye Wushuang's God's soul was attacked.
The Burning Sky Formation disappeared as well.
"Ah! Long Ao, you'll regret this. "
"Master, save me, save me!"
Hundreds of soul slaves attacked at the same time, not giving Ye Wushuang any chance. In less than a few minutes, Ye Wushuang's body fell. There was no aura, and he was clearly dead.
Looking at the corpse on the ground, Long Ao finally let out a long sigh of relief.
He knew very well that if Ye Wushuang was not controlled by his God's soul, it would be thousands of times more difficult to kill him.
It seemed like his luck was quite good.
"Master, please don't recall the soul slaves."
Nodding, Long Ao knew very well what Long Fu meant. Hundreds of soul slaves had just attacked Ye Wushuang's God's soul. If he recalled the soul slaves, he would definitely be targeted by the mysterious martial artist. By then, he would be in big trouble.
Hundreds of soul slaves were forced out by Long Ao. As for the soul slaves, they would disappear automatically after leaving the Dragon Seal Space for a long time. That was the biggest disadvantage of soul slaves.
Right at that moment.
Ye Wushuang's body began to burn, and his God's soul turned into a ball of flames as well.
"Long Ao, you killed Ye Wushuang. I'll come for you."
Looking at his burning body and God's Soul, Long Ao was completely dumbfounded. According to Long Fu, as long as he did not recall his soul slave and was not touched by Ye Wushuang's God's Soul, the mysterious martial artist controlling Ye Wushuang's God's Soul would not be able to lock onto him.
But what was the result?
"Who are you?"
It was hard to imagine that not only could the other party control Ye Wushuang's soul, but the other party even knew him.
Could it be that the other party had already searched Ye Wushuang's soul?
That should be the case. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the other party to recognize him.
Initially, he did not want to cause trouble, but the outcome was the exact opposite. Since the other party already knew who he was, there was no doubt that the mysterious martial artist who controlled Ye Wushuang's soul would definitely come looking for him.
He had stirred up trouble for no reason.
"Who exactly are you?"
Ye Wushuang no longer looked human in the burning flames.
"Long Ao, you know me, and I know you. One day, we will meet again."
The flames disappeared, and so did Ye Wushuang's body and God's Soul.
The other party knew him, and he knew him too?
Who was the other party?
"Long Fu, can you lock onto the other party's exact location?"
"Master, with the help of Miss Ziling and Miss Bai Ling's power, we finally locked onto the mysterious martial artist who controlled Ye Wushuang's Soul. He's not in the Nine Provinces, but in the Tianwu Continent."
The Tianwu Continent.
Long Ao had already thought of that.
The reason was simple.
The strongest person in the Nine Provinces did not even have a Divine Dao martial artist. To be able to control Ye Wushuang's Soul, the other party was at least a God Emperor martial artist or even a Nirvana martial artist. After all, Ye Wushuang was not only a Heavenly God martial artist, but also a powerful God Rank Formation Master.
"Long Fu, can you lock onto the specific martial artist?"
"There's no other way."
He felt a little helpless. Long Ao could almost be sure that the other party's strength was definitely very powerful. Who had he offended? He had offended such a powerful martial artist for no reason.
The number of powerful martial artists that he knew could be counted on one hand. Could the other party be a Formation Master?
After all, to be able to control Ye Wushuang's soul, other than having powerful strength, one also seemed to have to suppress Ye Wushuang's Formation Dao. It was still the same saying. In the Tianwu Continent, among the ten forces, only the Ten Thousand Formation Sect was proficient in the Formation Dao.
Could the mysterious martial artist be a powerhouse from the Wanzhan School?
He shrugged helplessly and did not continue to dwell on this question. Long Ao was very anxious about his family. As for the mysterious martial artist, that was a matter for the future. The most important thing now was to find his family as soon as possible.
Not only Long Ao, but even Ziling, Bai Ling, and Long Fu began to look for clues, hoping to find their family as soon as possible.
Tianwu Continent.
On the peak of a mountain, a black-clothed man sat on the ground. His eyes suddenly opened, and his face was very gloomy.
If Long Ao was here and saw the black-clothed man, no one knew what kind of expression he would have because the black-clothed man was none other than Long Ao and Ye Wushuang's master, Fen Tian.
When Long Ao first met Fen Tian, he became his disciple in a daze and received the Formation Dao. In order to repay the favor of teaching him, Long Ao did not hesitate to fight with Ye Wushuang and almost died a few times. However, in the end, Fen Tian did not die at all and even controlled Ye Wushuang's Soul.
With a gloomy face, Fen Tian suddenly laughed. His laughter was so eerie and terrifying, it was like dark clouds on a rainy day.
"Long Ao, you really did not disappoint me. Not bad, not bad."
"Junhong."
After a short while, a burly man had already shot over. He seemed to be moving very slowly, but in fact, he was very fast. In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Fen Tian.
Lin Junhong, the Master of Wanzhan School. His strength might not be as strong as Tong Tiandi and the others, but no one in Tianwu Continent dared to underestimate him.
Lin Junhong's Formation Dao was unfathomable. He was known as the person with the strongest Formation Dao talent in the past ten thousand years in Wanzhan School. No one had seen Lin Junhong's Formation Dao because almost everyone who had seen it was dead.
It was also because of this that Tong Tiandi and the others were not willing to fight with Lin Junhong. After all, Formation Dao was the most terrifying existence in a battle. It was done. Wanzhan School's strength was not good, but no one dared to provoke them because of Wanzhan School's Formation Dao and Formation Masters.
Formation masters were existences above martial artists. In the Martial Heaven Continent, there were far too few formation masters. Especially powerful formation masters, they were even rarer. Even the Ten Thousand Formation Sect didn't have many talented formation masters.
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