Mo Chuan had no expression on his face and quietly took another step back.

"Save me! Save...me...save me!"

When Wu Zhudao's voice was hoarse, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he saw the Three Scenery Sword in Mo Chuan's hand rising up, turning into a frightening sword light, directly grabbing the head on his neck.

"puff!"

The sword light passed over his neck, drawing a line of blood.

Taoist Wuzhu suddenly became quiet, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth: "Why... why are immortals inferior to humans?"

Boom!

The huge head rolled down, and the headless body fell straight to the ground.

The next moment, a ray of remnant soul struggled out. Before it could run away in fear, the soul body suddenly shattered, like a cicada shed from spring soil, and escaped from the body of an immortal.

Mo Chuan raised his hand, and the ghost-destroying instrument suddenly fell on his fingertips, turning into a stream of light and falling on the body of Wuzhu Dixian.

"I have a method of nourishing the mind that I can teach... No -"

The Wuzhu Taoist who became the immortal was trying to struggle for a chance of survival, but the cause and effect were determined by fate. Mo Chuan, who knew that the immortal was special, couldn't listen to him at all.

With a snap of his fingers, he completely killed the Taoist priest Wu Xian without leaving any opportunity to take advantage of him.
Chapter completed!