Feeling a chill in his chest, Wu Shizhen looked at his body blankly, and an extremely fine line of blood overflowed from his chest.

First slowly, as if the body was dislocated, and then a spurt of blood surged out of the body. Finally, he saw that his lower body from the front of the chest was still standing on the ground, while the part above the chest fell on the ground.

On the ground.

One sword cuts the corpse into pieces.

Wu Shizhen's eyes widened in horror. Before he died, he didn't even think about what happened and why he wasn't killed by his own sword.

"You, how did you escape? It's impossible."

Wu Shizhen roared desperately, and with a whoosh, a white light shot into the sky.

That was his soul, which merged into one place, and then divided into more than forty strands, each of which flew toward the sky.

Forty-six souls, this guy has also cultivated many acupoints, and has forty-six golden bodies.

But the body has been defeated, and it is useless to keep the physical body. The more souls that can escape, the better, and then they can recover their bodies. If one is missing, a part of the cultivation will be lost.

But how could Feng Jueyu let him escape?

"The formation has no name and is trapped in all directions."
Chapter completed!