Dancing Tree, Fruit of Immortality

Fang Yanying held her sword up high, a five-colored Halo circulated, and with a simple chop, Shan Jue's head fell to the ground.

But when the head that fell from the neck rolled and turned, it reattached itself to Shan Jue's headless body, seamless, it hardly looked as if the head was cut off in the first place.

Fang Yanying stepped back in shock, she did not expect the cultivation of this person to be so high. The head of person is the Point of Concentration for the Six Yang, once it is severed, death is sure to follow. But Shan Jue had a high cultivation, and could even reattach his decapitated head, without any trace of the decapitation.

If his head can be reattached, then it would surely not be of use to sever any of the limbs.

Shan Jue chuckled, "Daoist Shen, how about you make the move, poor monk moving unhindered between the heavens and earth, would not want to go back and take the walk of reincarnation again."