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Ye Chen's eyes moved slightly, and he refocused his eyes, finally seeing clearly that it turned out to be a bowl.

Although the surface is rough and there are many trachoma, the aura is simple and simple, and there is even a layer of precious light.

Ye Chen was also slightly surprised, because he could tell at a glance that this inconspicuous-looking bowl was from a thousand years ago at least.

It seems that Master Qingyun does have some background, and he actually carries such a good thing with him.

At this time, Master Qingyun stopped chattering and stared at the ancient bowl in his hand with a solemn expression.

Suddenly his lips moved slightly and he chanted a spell in a low voice quickly.

A layer of breeze swirled around him, and finally landed in a circle around his feet with a whoosh.

Huh—this layer of breath suddenly dispersed, and fine dust scattered everywhere.

Ye Chen's pupils shrank slightly, and he realized that this old monster did have some tricks.

At that time, although Master Qi seemed to be able to call the wind and rain, and his momentum was amazing, it was just a bluff.

Upon closer inspection, the power is very elusive and difficult to implement.

However, the aura of Master Qingyun is particularly solid, yet he can return to his original nature, very gentle.

Comparing the two masters and apprentices, one is swinging a sledgehammer randomly, while the other is focusing all his power on one point.

In an instant, Ye Chen's body straightened involuntarily.

The surrounding air seemed to condense into a solid body, like two mechanical walls, constantly squeezing him.

And his pupils were trembling even more rapidly, and waves of dizziness came from Tianling Gaier, indicating that his soul was about to leave the body.

Gritting his teeth secretly, Ye Chen did not resist, but was very cooperative.

"Hmph," Master Qingyun looked at his apprentice again, "Did you see it? It's that simple."

"Yes..." Master Qi could only grin with bared teeth.

"Use the power of heaven and earth to force his soul out of the body, and then put it back into the magical weapon."

Master Qingyun said, putting his fingers together and suddenly hitting Ye Chen's eyebrows.

A strong wind rose from the soles of Ye Chen's feet. A closer look revealed that it was not wind at all, but his soul.

I saw Ye Chen's physical body instantly succumbed, his mouth wide open, his eyes rolled white, and he fell to the ground helplessly.

Only an insubstantial, looming shadow was left floating in the air.

Master Qingyun guided Ye Chen's soul with his two fingers, drifting towards the ancient bowl in his hand little by little.

He was full of confidence and felt that it was not difficult.

Because of what is happening now, he has done it countless times.

But he didn't realize that the souls he captured in the past had no self-awareness.

But now Ye Chen is very smart and is carefully observing the ancient bowl.

At this moment, in Ye Chen's eyes, Master Qingyun's whole body was wrapped in a strong red aura, swaying like a flame blown by the breeze.

What's more important is that this swaying breath obviously carries a strong fishy smell, which is the smell of human blood.

Ye Chen secretly recalled the piece of blood jade on Qin Feixue's body.

At this moment, the aura in front of him and the aura on the blood jade gradually overlapped perfectly.

"It seems that we have finally met the rightful owner." Ye Chen said secretly in his heart, but on the surface he still showed no resistance and cooperated with Master Qingyun to get closer to the ancient bowl.

"You can't do such a simple thing well. It's really a waste of all my efforts." Master Qingyun couldn't help but complain.

The corner of Master Qi's mouth twitched and he said very dishonestly: "Master, you must be careful, this guy is very cunning."

"At that time, I also thought I could refine him, but it was at this time that something went wrong."

"You bastard," Master Qingyun was furious and turned around to stare at him fiercely, "How dare you talk back now?"

Master Qi quickly lowered his head: "Disciple doesn't dare."

"Hmph, I'll refine this guy later, and then I'll deal with you." Master Qingyun said with disdain on his face.

He looked at Ye Chen again. Overconfident, he actually retracted his fingers, held the ancient bowl and pushed it towards Ye Chen's soul.

puff……

After a slight sound, he slowly straightened the mouth of the bowl, and Ye Chen's soul disappeared.

Master Qingyun walked directly to his disciple: "Open your eyes and take a look. Isn't this just put away? The next step is just refining."

"Don't tell me that you have even forgotten the refining process."

"Of course the apprentice remembers it." Master Qi raised his head and smiled. After all, in this way, although he was scolded and beaten, he also eliminated Ye Chen, a serious problem.

But when he looked at the bottom of the bowl, his eyes suddenly stiffened.

"Master, Master, look..." He seemed to be frightened and couldn't stop stuttering.

Master Qingyun was very impatient: "You are really incompetent. After the soul is detained, it will naturally look like blood. Is it possible that you are even afraid of this?"

"No, take a quick look. There's nothing in here?"

"Huh?" Master Qingyun lowered his head, and then his pupils shrank.

After being stunned for less than a second, he immediately turned around and looked around, even looking up at the ceiling.

But Ye Chen's soul was not seen, and there was deathly silence in the whole room.

"Master, what's going on?"

"Shut up." Master Qingyun scolded him with a frown, slowly took four steps, and cautiously scanned every corner of the room, like a hunter looking for prey.

He sneered and said, "It seems like you do have some moral integrity."

"No one who has fallen into my hands so far has been able to escape."

"I tell you, surrender obediently, your entire prejudice has been sealed by my talisman, and you can't go anywhere."

"And your physical body is still here. You can't go back without my help."

"By then, we won't even be able to become lonely ghosts. After the forty-nine days of Chinese Valentine's Day, we will only be scattered."

But after he finished speaking, there was still no movement around him.

Master Qingyun frowned and shouted angrily: "Come out!"

However, he looked at every corner, but ignored the most conspicuous place, Ye Chen's body.

That's right, Ye Chen has returned to his physical body.

His fingers trembled slightly and he suddenly opened his eyes.

Almost at the same moment, Master Qingyun also sensed something was wrong and immediately hit Ye Chen's forehead with a bowl.

Between the lightning and stone fire, several silver needles shot out, as thin as an ox hair and difficult to detect.

"Ugh!" Master Qingyun exclaimed in pain, fell down and the ancient bowl in his hand fell to the side.

Vaguely he only saw a dark figure rushing towards him.

Although he also thought about grabbing his magical weapon, he was a step too late after all.

He raised his eyes with shock on his face and saw Ye Chen holding an ancient bowl, staring at him with a pair of lifeless eyes.

After all, the soul had just entered the body, and Ye Chen's eyes were still covered with a layer of gray-blue film, making him look like a living corpse.

"You have just trained your apprentice a lot. Now, let me teach you a simpler method." Ye Chen's voice was dry and hoarse.

The corners of Master Qingyun's mouth twitched, and he realized that something was wrong, so he immediately got up and ran away.

Knocking him down, Ye Chen stepped on his lower back and said with a smile: "It's not that troublesome to arrest someone's soul. All the meridians in his body are full of orifices."

As he spoke, he gently tapped the Shenting point in the recess of Master Qingyun's head.

In an instant, the old guy collapsed to the ground.

Looking again, his soul had been put into the bowl by Ye Chen.

The whole process took less than two seconds, and Master Qingyun didn't even have a chance to resist. In other words, he was already so frightened that his soul didn't even struggle and stopped firmly in the magic weapon.