The young man's calm voice once again echoed in Xue Kong's ears: "One Soul Slashing Sword!"
Swish.
Xue Kong could not see the life-killing sword at all. It was completely illusory and even his spiritual sense could not capture it.
It crossed countless distances, as if penetrating space, and landed on Xue Kong.
At this moment, no matter how firm Xue Kong's will was, no matter how strong his desire for immortality was, he couldn't help but lower his head, only to see himself starting to move away from him.
It was a very strange feeling, as if I had left my body.
The world shrank in Xue Kong's eyes.
On the earth, Xue Kong's body and the figures of the tribe gradually became like ants, and finally turned into tiny black dots, submerged in this wild world.
Even this world began to shrink, only the size of a palm.
Xue Kong's eyes were filled with confusion.
Suddenly, his body trembled slightly, and everything in front of him began to shatter like a mirror, and everything returned to the state before he entered that strange space.
There was still air in front of him, except for the corpse of the horned snake that he had taken out from that strange space. On the ground, the tribe in the distance was killed by the four corpse puppets and there was no one left alive.
"What... is going on?" Xue Kong's eyes became even more confused. His body had regained its movement, but he was still standing there.
At this moment, a voice came to his ears again. The voice was full of vicissitudes and contained the breath of time.
"The art of beheading the three corpses..."
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