Chapter 1973

For an ordinary person, death means the end of everything. Whether it's your life's future, past events, gratitude and resentment, it will be a complete end to the depiction of your death. From then on, the world will have nothing to do with you.

Of course, this is only the definition of death for ordinary people, but for practitioners, especially friars, death is sometimes just the beginning.

Like the white emissary, although his body no longer exists in the world, his soul has not dissipated, but is controlled by Zhang Hao with such Taoist techniques as soul arrest.

Looking at the fire in Zhang Hao's palm, Shen Junhao almost sat on the ground.

Although Shen Junhao was also very afraid of Zhang Hao, he was more afraid of death. After all, in Shen Junhao's opinion, he could not spare his life. Once he died, Zhang Hao had no way to deal with me.

But now Shen Junhao has completely eliminated this ridiculous idea, because Zhang Hao is no longer as simple as killing gods with blue sword in his eyes. At this moment, Zhang Hao is more like a devil, a devil from hell.

Of course, it is not only Shen Junhao who has such an idea here. Wanyan Kangda and Jin Waner are also shivering.

After all, Zhang Hao's power is now completely beyond their cognitive scope. They never expected that Zhang Hao had the terror means of arresting people's soul and making people die.

At this moment, no matter Shen Junhao or Jin Waner, they dare not resist Zhang Hao any more, because the young man in front of them is not on the same level as them. Shen Junhao makes them think that if they want to subdue Zhang Hao today, it's not the people from the hidden gate of heaven who want to subdue Zhang Hao. As for themselves, they are ordinary people I can't do anything else.

At the moment, the shrill howl is constantly ringing over the ruins of Xiaojia manor. However, every time this howl sounds, Shen Junhao and others feel a chill behind them.

"Zhang Hao, Lizi, you are not a person, you are not a person, I, I will not let you off as a ghost."

Being roasted by the flame of Zhang Hao's palm, the spirit of the white messenger is still resisting and hysterical.

Looking at this scene coldly, Zhang Hao just disdained to smile: "be a ghost? Ha ha, I don't think you will have this chance in this life. You are in my hands now. I have ten thousand ways to make you live or die. "

"Of course, I will not let you so happy on the ashes, I have to slowly judge you, slowly torture you, let you have a good experience of this burning pain."

Then Zhang Hao's palm suddenly spread out, and the spirit of the white messenger hopped up and down in Zhang Hao's palm. However, no matter how he hopped, the soul still could not escape Zhang Hao's palm.

"I'd like to see how hard you can be..."

With a slight turn of his mouth, Zhang Hao's fingers suddenly swayed gently. Suddenly, a blue flame shot out of Zhang Hao's fingers. The flame turned into a mini fire dragon. The fire dragon circled up and down and began to rotate around the white messenger.

Soul burning, this kind of pain is simply unbearable to ordinary people, even if you have experienced a lot of physical torture is useless, because it is not about the body, but about the spirit.

If the white emissary is also a monk and has strong spiritual power, he can still carry it. It's a pity that he was a warrior from the beginning to the end, and he was also a martial arts practitioner of foreign boxing. His mental strength was so fragile that he could hardly be attacked.

"Ah, ah..."

After several times of burning hot flames, the white emissary finally began to be unable to resist. He cried and begged for mercy: "no, no, don't burn any more. Please, let me go, let me go. What do you want me to say? Can I say all I say?"

Zhang Hao was satisfied with the white messenger's attitude.

With a smile and a wave of Zhang Hao's finger, the flame that had been lingering in his palm disappeared immediately.

"It's good to be so early. If you cooperate earlier, you won't lose this life in vain."

At the moment, Zhang Hao is looking at the soul body which has been burned to pieces by the fire, but the white messenger is not so relaxed at the moment.

First he died, and then his soul was burned by the flame. I'm afraid he has not suffered as much as he does today.

At the moment, the weak soul knelt in Zhang Hao's palm, panting for breath. After a long time, he took a cold breath. His eyes did not dare to look at Zhang Hao. After all, in his eyes, the young man and the devil were no different.

"Are you ready to rest? When you're done, let's start." Zhang Hao lowered his head and drew his face close, staring at the spirit of the white messenger.

And that white emissary at the moment is completely dare not resist, just helplessly nodded."First question, what's your name? As I have just said, I Zhang Hao has no name. Besides, it's not polite to play with you for so long without knowing your name. "

Listening to Zhang Hao's question, the white emissary's heart is really crying and laughing, after all, now that he has become this appearance, he still cares about what is polite and impolite.

However, since Zhang Hao asked, he did not dare not say: "I, my name is yeluhong!"

Listening to this name, Zhang Hao was stunned at first and then said with a smile, "you are a descendant of royal family, ha ha, you are still a descendant of royal family."

After joking, Zhang Hao continued to ask, "the second question is, which faction do you belong to in the northern kingdom?"

Listening to Zhang Hao's question, yeluhong was obviously stunned. However, he didn't want to suffer from burning again. He immediately replied, "I, I'm a disciple of the holy boxing school..."

"Holy fist sect? What sect have you never heard of? "

For the first time, Zhang Hao has heard of Shengquan sect for the first time, but not to mention Zhang Hao, an outsider. Even Shen Junhao, one of the great gate clans in northern China, has never heard of the existence of Shengquan sect.

At this moment, Zhang Hao was stunned for a moment. His eyes suddenly turned to Shen Junhao in the crowd: "old Shen, you are an old man in the north. Have you ever heard of Shengquan sect?"

For Zhang Hao's inquiry, Shen Junhao shook his head and said, "shengquanzong, never heard of it."

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