As if it was about to disintegrate, the divine power that filled his body also slowly scattered into the air.
"What, what is going on..."
He was a little flustered, but he found that he could not even do the simplest movement.
Han Ya, who had also woken up, saw this scene and a hint of sadness flashed in her eyes. She was extremely sensitive to death Qi, so how could she not understand what was happening?
Jian Wushuang and Old Master landed on the ground and slowly walked in front of him.
Leaning against the coffin, half of the young cultivator's body had already turned into white light and dissipated.
"Am I already dead?" He raised his head with some difficulty and looked at the god-like man in front of him.
Jian Wushuang's eyes dimmed and he nodded slowly.
Earlier, when they first met, Jian Wushuang had already noticed that the young cultivator did not have any aura of life.
