"Without emotions, one loses one's thoughts. Without thoughts, one is no longer oneself."
The Nascent Soul cultivators looked horrified.
What kind of Taoist thought is this? It’s so terrifying, so terrifying.
In this person's ruthless thoughts, there seemed to be no room for resistance at all.
Thinking of this, some people's minds collapsed, their bodies trembled violently with fear, and a deep feeling of regret arose in their hearts. They should not have come here and fallen into this dead end.
Xue Kong glanced at the group of people indifferently.
He has already cultivated the way of ruthlessness, so naturally he doesn't care about what these people think.
With a slight force in his hands, he crushed all the old woman's emotions. After these emotions completely disappeared, the light in her eyes turned gray and black.
"A late Nascent Soul cultivator has no power to resist this person at all..." The yellow-robed woman with Foundation Establishment cultivation level trembled her lips, and her eyes immediately turned red with fear.
Among all the people present, she has the lowest cultivation level.
Even those in the late Nascent Soul stage were like this, so how could she possibly survive?
The fear of death, like an invisible hand, gripped her heart tightly, making her unable to breathe for a moment.
Her body was trembling, and a yellow, smelly liquid flowed from under her yellow robe.
Xue Kong has never been an indecisive person.
He waved his sleeves, and his ruthless Daoist thoughts were like a tide, instantly submerging those Nascent Soul cultivators and yellow-robed female cultivators. Their bodies were fixed in place, shaking violently.
Even if he used all his strength to resist, it would be of no use.
As shrill screams came out of these people's mouths, white air also flew out of their mouths and fell into Xue Kong's palms. He crushed them and took away the ruthlessness in them.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, the past is like smoke, gone with the wind."
Xue Kong waved his sleeves, and the bodies of these monks were like yellow sand in the wind, from head to toe, as if blown away by the wind, and slowly dissipated.
Only the storage bags and animal-breeding bags on their waists fell off and were casually taken away by Xue Kong.
In the blink of an eye.
In this vast world that looked like an ink painting, there were only three incarnation cultivators, Xue Kong, Honglian, and Zedao Immortal. Apart from them, there was no other figure.
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