Chapter 1973 (1/2)

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.