1973: C1973 Saint fist sect(part i)

C1973 Saint fist sect(part i)

To an ordinary person, death meant the end of everything. Whether it was the past or the past, whether it was love and hatred, they would all end up dying in the same moment. From then on, this world had nothing to do with you.

Of course, this was only the definition of death for normal people, but for cultivator, especially cultivators, death was sometimes just the beginning.

Just like the white robed envoy, even though his physical body no longer existed in this world, his soul did not dissipate, but was forcefully controlled by Zhang Hao using a spirit binding dao technique.

Looking at the ball of flame in Zhang Hao's palm that was continuously roasting, Shen Junhao was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.

Before, even though Shen Junhao was also extremely afraid of Zhang Hao, he was more afraid of death. After all, in Shen Junhao's opinion, at most, he would just throw away his life, and once he dies, there was nothing you could do about it.

However, the current Shen Junhao had completely dispelled this ridiculous idea, because the current Zhang Hao was not as simple as just the Blue Sword or god of death in his eyes. At this moment, Zhang Hao was even more like a demon, a demon from hell.

Of course, it wasn't just Shen Junhao who had such thoughts. Wan Yankangda and Jin Waner were also shivering at the same time.

After all, Zhang Hao's strength had completely surpassed their scope of knowledge. They never would have thought that Zhang Hao would actually have a method that could restrain one's soul, such that even if one were to die, one would never be able to live peacefully.

At this moment, whether it was Shen Junhao or Jin Waner, they no longer dared to resist Zhang Hao, because the young man in front of them was not on the same level as them. In Shen Junhao's opinion, if they wanted to subdue Zhang Hao today, only a person from the Heaven Dao Hidden Sect would be able to do so, and as for themselves, these common people could only watch from the side, unable to do anything else.

Mournful wails kept sounding above the ruins of the Xiao Family Manor, but every time the wails rang out, Shen Junhao and the rest felt a chill down their backs.

"Zhang Hao, Little Xian, you are not a human, you are not a human. I, I will not let you go even as a ghost."

Being burned by the flames in Zhang Hao's palm, the soul of the white robed envoy continued to resist, and continued to be hysterical.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Hao laughed in disdain: Become a ghost? Hehe, I think you won't have this chance in this life. Now that you have all three souls and seven souls in my hands, I have ten thousand ways to make you beg for death. "

"Of course, I won't let you turn into ashes so easily. I have to interrogate you slowly, torture you slowly, and let you experience the pain of the burning fires."

As he spoke, he suddenly opened his palm, and the soul of the white-robed envoy jumped up and down in Zhang Hao's palm. However, no matter how much he jumped, this spirit body was still unable to escape from Zhang Hao's grasp.

"I want to see how long you can continue being so stubborn …"

Curling his lips slightly, Zhang Hao's finger suddenly swayed slightly. Suddenly, a green flame shot out from between Zhang Hao's fingers, transforming into a miniature fire dragon. The fire dragon spiraled up and down, and started to revolve around the white robed envoy.

To burn the soul, this sort of pain was something that ordinary people would not be able to endure. No matter how much physical torture one went through, it was all useless because this was not related to the body, but to the mind.

If this white-robed envoy was also a cultivator and had relatively powerful spiritual energy, he would be able to take on more. Unfortunately, he was a martial artist from the beginning to the end, and one that cultivated external fist techniques. His mental strength was simply too weak to withstand a single blow.

"Ah, ah …"

After a few rounds of burning, the white robed messenger finally could not hold on any longer. His weak soul wailed while begging, "No, no, no, no! Please, let me go, let me go! I will say whatever you want, can't I?"

Zhang Hao was fairly satisfied with the attitude of this white robed envoy.

Smiling faintly, with a wave of Zhang Hao's finger, the flame that was originally circling around his palm immediately disappeared.

"How great would it have been if you had acted like this earlier. If you had cooperated earlier on, you wouldn't have lost your life in vain."

At the moment, Zhang Hao was looking at the spirit body that was burnt to a crisp with a face full of satisfaction. However, the white robed receiver was not as relaxed as he was now.

First, he lost his life, and then his soul was burnt by the raging flames. It was likely that the suffering he had endured in his life would not be as much as it was today.

That frail spirit body was currently kneeling in the center of Zhang Hao's palm while panting heavily. Only after a long while did he inhale a breath of cold air, and that gaze simply did not dare to meet Zhang Hao's gaze. After all, to him, this young man in front of him was no different from a devil.

"Have a good rest. After you're done, let's begin." Zhang Hao lowered his head, bringing his face closer, just like that, he stared at the white robed messenger's soul body.

The white robed envoy didn't dare to resist and could only nod his head helplessly.

"First question, what's your name? I, Zhang Hao, am an immortal nameless ghost, and I have played with you for so long yet I still do not know your name. "

Hearing Zhang Hao's question, the white robed messenger didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After all, he was already in this state, why would he care about manners?2

But since Zhang Hao had asked, he did not dare to say anything: "My, my name is Ye Lvhong!"

Hearing this name, Zhang Hao was first stunned, then he laughed: "My surname is Yelu, hehe, I didn't expect you to be a descendant of a royal family."

After making fun of him, Zhang Hao continued to ask: "Second question, which power in the Northern Kingdom do you belong to, or which sect do you belong to?"

Hearing Zhang Hao's question, Ye Lvhong was obviously stunned, but he who did not want to suffer the pain of being calcined immediately replied: "I, I am a disciple of Saint Fist Sect …"

"Saint Fist Sect? What kind of sect is it?

It was Zhang Hao's first time hearing about Saint Fist Sect, but not to mention Zhang Hao, the outsider, even Shen Junhao who was from a large family in the Northern Kingdom, had never heard of the existence of Saint Fist Sect, a sect.

After the current Zhang Hao had been stunned for a moment, his gaze suddenly turned towards Shen Junhao who was within the crowd: "Shen Lao, you're an old man from the Northern Kingdom. Have you heard of Saint Fist Sect?"

In response to Zhang Hao's inquiry, Shen Junhao shook his head and said, "I've never heard of Saint Fist Sect before."

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