Chapter 1972: 1972
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The seventh family, hidden in the Northern Kingdom, was finally unable to sit still after Zhang Hao's strong pressure on Fengtian, revealing their ferocious faces. The white emissary in front of Zhang Hao is the key to unveiling the veil of this mysterious organization. So how can Zhang Hao, such an important informant, let him commit suicide so easily?
On the ruins of Xiaojia manor, Zhang Hao made a light hand in front of Shen Junhao and others, and this palm was directly shot on the abdomen elixir field of the white emissary.
Although Zhang Hao's hand seems light and flowing, only the white messenger can feel the actual power.
After Zhang Hao's slap, a cry of pain was heard all over the Xiao family manor.
Hysterical and extremely tragic, Shen Junhao can only use these eight words to describe the howl of the white messenger?
"Ah, no, no..."
No one can understand the change and pain of the white messenger's heart at this moment. After all, Zhang Hao's palm directly smashed the opponent's elixir's elixir field, and his accomplishments of hundreds or even hundreds of years were destroyed this night.
For a martial artist, it may not be terrible to die, but the most terrible thing is to be abandoned and live in pain.
Now the emissary in white has encountered this extremely difficult situation.
Biting his teeth, at the moment, the blue veins on the white messenger's forehead jumped violently, and the pain would have made him faint several times. Fortunately, he learned martial arts from other countries since he was young, and his body forging is different from that of ordinary people. Otherwise, he would have been shocked in this kind of pain.
A pair of hands are dead now, picking at the mud on the ground. The middle-aged man in white looks like a man eating tiger and stares at Zhang Hao with his last breath of strength and roars: "you, you dare to abandon my cultivation. Zhang Hao, Zhang Hao, you can't die easily."
Facing the angry middle-aged man in white, Zhang Hao just tilted his head and looked disdainful. He said, "ha ha, I don't know if I'll die badly. But if you keep your mouth shut, I promise I'll torture you to death in a thousand ways."
At the moment, the corner of Zhang Hao's mouth is up, his expression is playful, and he is a complete devil.
Listening to Zhang Hao's threat, the middle-aged man in white felt flustered at first, but soon he was paralyzed and couldn't stop laughing on the ground. The smile was how desperate and desperate he was. However, there was a sense of relief in the despair from time to time.
"Tortured to death, hehe, Zhang Hao, I'm afraid you don't have this chance. I began to learn from my teacher at the age of five. Now it has been 170 years. You have just abandoned my elixir field, which means that I have no chance to continue to live. Even if you don't, I won't live in this world for too long. So what can you do for a person who is going to die? "
As he said this, the middle-aged man in white looked at Zhang Hao with complacency. In his opinion, although his accomplishments were not equal to that of Zhang Hao, it was absolutely impossible for Zhang Hao to torture him for any useful information.
And just as the middle-aged man in white just dropped his voice, his body suddenly began to change.
Originally, a middle-aged man's face grew old quickly in the night light. After losing the strong cultivation support, the face slowly relaxed, and then became wrinkled. His body about 1.8 meters was curled up, and finally he was as rigid as a dead wood.
Shen Junhao and others saw the series of changes of the emissary in white. The unprecedented impact and fear suddenly haunted everyone's mind.
At the moment, Zhang Hao is also witnessing all this, seeing that the most important clue is about to be cut off. At this time, Zhang Hao grinned and showed a gloomy expression.
"Ha ha, death is really a good way to get rid of it. It's a pity that death is the end for ordinary people, but it's only the beginning for practitioners."
As he said this, Zhang Hao suddenly stood up. His hands kept making strange gestures in the air. Even Shen Junhao, who was far away, felt inexplicably shivering.
"He, what is he going to do?"
Shen Junhao was curious, but he did not dare to get close to him. He could only ask himself. As for who could answer this question, Shen Junhao himself did not know.
The crowd saw Zhang Hao say a few words to the void, to the white messenger's old body, which was about to have no sign of life. Then Zhang Hao's palm suddenly burst into a blood red flame.
"Heaven and earth are ten thousand methods, heaven and earth are limitless, urgent!"
"Arrest the soul, coagulate."
Staring at the strange flame in Zhang Hao's hand, Shen Junhao's subconscious face was frightened, and he could not stop staggering back two steps.
"This is, this is, the technique, this is the Oriental technique?"
Although the six big families in the northern kingdom are also known as the first-class aristocratic families in the East, they have never been involved in the treacherous skills of the East. Of course, don't mention them. Even a few big families in the gold family of the imperial capital knew nothing about Oriental techniques.For many years, Oriental techniques have only existed in legends. All the people who can learn these mysterious magic techniques, which take people as the first level from thousands of miles away, are all descendants of the hidden gate of heaven. Because of this, the hidden gate of heaven has the status of being the leader of the right way in the Oriental power world.
Of course, even in today's tiandaoyinmen, their magic power has already declined. What can be handed down is just a little fur. In Ye Qian's eyes, the so-called magic power and magic of Buddhism and Taoism are not even a fart in Ye Qian's eyes.
Besides Zhang Hao, although he practiced the physical training skills of the ancient sorcerer, and his Taoist cultivation was far less than that of Liu Mingchuan, who specialized in Taoism, Zhang Hao was not totally unable to master all the skills. After all, he had been around Ye Qian for a long time, and he could always learn some things, such as the soul arresting skill.
The soul arresting technique is not a powerful technique among the three thousand roads, and its function is only one, that is, it can arrest the soul and generate the soul.
However, only this role is enough for Zhang Hao here.
While Shen Junhao and others were surprised and frightened that Zhang Hao, the God of killing the blue sword, was still proficient in the Supreme Xuanmen technique, something that made them even more frightened happened.
People here clearly saw a ghost like nothingness in the body of the white emissary, which was forcibly pulled out by Zhang Hao, and then the ghost fell into Zhang Hao's palm. In an instant, the pain of being roasted by the bloody flame made the ghost continuously send out a painful howl, which was extremely shrill and extremely strange.
What is more terrible is that the owner of the voice is not someone else, but the dead white messenger.
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The seventh family, hidden in the Northern Kingdom, was finally unable to sit still after Zhang Hao's strong pressure on Fengtian, revealing their ferocious faces. The white emissary in front of Zhang Hao is the key to unveiling the veil of this mysterious organization. So how can Zhang Hao, such an important informant, let him commit suicide so easily?
On the ruins of Xiaojia manor, Zhang Hao made a light hand in front of Shen Junhao and others, and this palm was directly shot on the abdomen elixir field of the white emissary.
Although Zhang Hao's hand seems light and flowing, only the white messenger can feel the actual power.
After Zhang Hao's slap, a cry of pain was heard all over the Xiao family manor.
Hysterical and extremely tragic, Shen Junhao can only use these eight words to describe the howl of the white messenger?
"Ah, no, no..."
No one can understand the change and pain of the white messenger's heart at this moment. After all, Zhang Hao's palm directly smashed the opponent's elixir's elixir field, and his accomplishments of hundreds or even hundreds of years were destroyed this night.
For a martial artist, it may not be terrible to die, but the most terrible thing is to be abandoned and live in pain.
Now the emissary in white has encountered this extremely difficult situation.
Biting his teeth, at the moment, the blue veins on the white messenger's forehead jumped violently, and the pain would have made him faint several times. Fortunately, he learned martial arts from other countries since he was young, and his body forging is different from that of ordinary people. Otherwise, he would have been shocked in this kind of pain.
A pair of hands are dead now, picking at the mud on the ground. The middle-aged man in white looks like a man eating tiger and stares at Zhang Hao with his last breath of strength and roars: "you, you dare to abandon my cultivation. Zhang Hao, Zhang Hao, you can't die easily."
Facing the angry middle-aged man in white, Zhang Hao just tilted his head and looked disdainful. He said, "ha ha, I don't know if I'll die badly. But if you keep your mouth shut, I promise I'll torture you to death in a thousand ways."
At the moment, the corner of Zhang Hao's mouth is up, his expression is playful, and he is a complete devil.
Listening to Zhang Hao's threat, the middle-aged man in white felt flustered at first, but soon he was paralyzed and couldn't stop laughing on the ground. The smile was how desperate and desperate he was. However, there was a sense of relief in the despair from time to time.
"Tortured to death, hehe, Zhang Hao, I'm afraid you don't have this chance. I began to learn from my teacher at the age of five. Now it has been 170 years. You have just abandoned my elixir field, which means that I have no chance to continue to live. Even if you don't, I won't live in this world for too long. So what can you do for a person who is going to die? "
As he said this, the middle-aged man in white looked at Zhang Hao with complacency. In his opinion, although his accomplishments were not equal to that of Zhang Hao, it was absolutely impossible for Zhang Hao to torture him for any useful information.
And just as the middle-aged man in white just dropped his voice, his body suddenly began to change.
Originally, a middle-aged man's face grew old quickly in the night light. After losing the strong cultivation support, the face slowly relaxed, and then became wrinkled. His body about 1.8 meters was curled up, and finally he was as rigid as a dead wood.
Shen Junhao and others saw the series of changes of the emissary in white. The unprecedented impact and fear suddenly haunted everyone's mind.
At the moment, Zhang Hao is also witnessing all this, seeing that the most important clue is about to be cut off. At this time, Zhang Hao grinned and showed a gloomy expression.
"Ha ha, death is really a good way to get rid of it. It's a pity that death is the end for ordinary people, but it's only the beginning for practitioners."
As he said this, Zhang Hao suddenly stood up. His hands kept making strange gestures in the air. Even Shen Junhao, who was far away, felt inexplicably shivering.
"He, what is he going to do?"
Shen Junhao was curious, but he did not dare to get close to him. He could only ask himself. As for who could answer this question, Shen Junhao himself did not know.
The crowd saw Zhang Hao say a few words to the void, to the white messenger's old body, which was about to have no sign of life. Then Zhang Hao's palm suddenly burst into a blood red flame.
"Heaven and earth are ten thousand methods, heaven and earth are limitless, urgent!"
"Arrest the soul, coagulate."
Staring at the strange flame in Zhang Hao's hand, Shen Junhao's subconscious face was frightened, and he could not stop staggering back two steps.
"This is, this is, the technique, this is the Oriental technique?"
Although the six big families in the northern kingdom are also known as the first-class aristocratic families in the East, they have never been involved in the treacherous skills of the East. Of course, don't mention them. Even a few big families in the gold family of the imperial capital knew nothing about Oriental techniques.For many years, Oriental techniques have only existed in legends. All the people who can learn these mysterious magic techniques, which take people as the first level from thousands of miles away, are all descendants of the hidden gate of heaven. Because of this, the hidden gate of heaven has the status of being the leader of the right way in the Oriental power world.
Of course, even in today's tiandaoyinmen, their magic power has already declined. What can be handed down is just a little fur. In Ye Qian's eyes, the so-called magic power and magic of Buddhism and Taoism are not even a fart in Ye Qian's eyes.
Besides Zhang Hao, although he practiced the physical training skills of the ancient sorcerer, and his Taoist cultivation was far less than that of Liu Mingchuan, who specialized in Taoism, Zhang Hao was not totally unable to master all the skills. After all, he had been around Ye Qian for a long time, and he could always learn some things, such as the soul arresting skill.
The soul arresting technique is not a powerful technique among the three thousand roads, and its function is only one, that is, it can arrest the soul and generate the soul.
However, only this role is enough for Zhang Hao here.
While Shen Junhao and others were surprised and frightened that Zhang Hao, the God of killing the blue sword, was still proficient in the Supreme Xuanmen technique, something that made them even more frightened happened.
People here clearly saw a ghost like nothingness in the body of the white emissary, which was forcibly pulled out by Zhang Hao, and then the ghost fell into Zhang Hao's palm. In an instant, the pain of being roasted by the bloody flame made the ghost continuously send out a painful howl, which was extremely shrill and extremely strange.
What is more terrible is that the owner of the voice is not someone else, but the dead white messenger.
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The seventh family, hidden in the Northern Kingdom, was finally unable to sit still after Zhang Hao's strong pressure on Fengtian, revealing their ferocious faces. The white emissary in front of Zhang Hao is the key to unveiling the veil of this mysterious organization. So how can Zhang Hao, such an important informant, let him commit suicide so easily? On the ruins of Xiaojia manor, Zhang Hao made a light hand in front of Shen Junhao and others, and this palm was directly shot on the abdomen elixir field of the white emissary. Although Zhang Hao's hand seems light and flowing, only the white messenger can feel the actual power. After Zhang Hao's slap, a cry of pain was heard all over the Xiao family manor. Hysterical and extremely tragic, Shen Junhao can only use these eight words to describe the howl of the white messenger? "Ah, no, no..." No one can understand the change and pain of the white messenger's heart at this moment. After all, Zhang Hao's palm directly smashed the opponent's elixir's elixir field, and his accomplishments of hundreds or even hundreds of years were destroyed this night. For a martial artist, it may not be terrible to die, but the most terrible thing is to be abandoned and live in pain. Now the emissary in white has encountered this extremely difficult situation. Biting his teeth, at the moment, the blue veins on the white messenger's forehead jumped violently, and the pain would have made him faint several times. Fortunately, he learned martial arts from other countries since he was young, and his body forging is different from that of ordinary people. Otherwise, he would have been shocked in this kind of pain. A pair of hands are dead now, picking at the mud on the ground. The middle-aged man in white looks like a man eating tiger and stares at Zhang Hao with his last breath of strength and roars: "you, you dare to abandon my cultivation. Zhang Hao, Zhang Hao, you can't die easily." Facing the angry middle-aged man in white, Zhang Hao just tilted his head and looked disdainful. He said, "ha ha, I don't know if I'll die badly. But if you keep your mouth shut, I promise I'll torture you to death in a thousand ways." At the moment, the corner of Zhang Hao's mouth is up, his expression is playful, and he is a complete devil. Listening to Zhang Hao's threat, the middle-aged man in white felt flustered at first, but soon he was paralyzed and couldn't stop laughing on the ground. The smile was how desperate and desperate he was. However, there was a sense of relief in the despair from time to time. "Tortured to death, hehe, Zhang Hao, I'm afraid you don't have this chance. I began to learn from my teacher at the age of five. Now it has been 170 years. You have just abandoned my elixir field, which means that I have no chance to continue to live. Even if you don't, I won't live in this world for too long. So what can you do for a person who is going to die? " As he said this, the middle-aged man in white looked at Zhang Hao with complacency. In his opinion, although his accomplishments were not equal to that of Zhang Hao, it was absolutely impossible for Zhang Hao to torture him for any useful information. And just as the middle-aged man in white just dropped his voice, his body suddenly began to change. Originally, a middle-aged man's face grew old quickly in the night light. After losing the strong cultivation support, the face slowly relaxed, and then became wrinkled. His body about 1.8 meters was curled up, and finally he was as rigid as a dead wood. Shen Junhao and others saw the series of changes of the emissary in white. The unprecedented impact and fear suddenly haunted everyone's mind. At the moment, Zhang Hao is also witnessing all this, seeing that the most important clue is about to be cut off. At this time, Zhang Hao grinned and showed a gloomy expression. "Ha ha, death is really a good way to get rid of it. It's a pity that death is the end for ordinary people, but it's only the beginning for practitioners." As he said this, Zhang Hao suddenly stood up. His hands kept making strange gestures in the air. Even Shen Junhao, who was far away, felt inexplicably shivering. "He, what is he going to do?" Shen Junhao was curious, but he did not dare to get close to him. He could only ask himself. As for who could answer this question, Shen Junhao himself did not know. The crowd saw Zhang Hao say a few words to the void, to the white messenger's old body, which was about to have no sign of life. Then Zhang Hao's palm suddenly burst into a blood red flame. "Heaven and earth are ten thousand methods, heaven and earth are limitless, urgent!" "Arrest the soul, coagulate." Staring at the strange flame in Zhang Hao's hand, Shen Junhao's subconscious face was frightened, and he could not stop staggering back two steps. "This is, this is, the technique, this is the Oriental technique?" Although the six big families in the northern kingdom are also known as the first-class aristocratic families in the East, they have never been involved in the treacherous skills of the East. Of course, don't mention them. Even a few big families in the gold family of the imperial capital knew nothing about Oriental techniques.For many years, Oriental techniques have only existed in legends. All the people who can learn these mysterious magic techniques, which take people as the first level from thousands of miles away, are all descendants of the hidden gate of heaven. Because of this, the hidden gate of heaven has the status of being the leader of the right way in the Oriental power world. Of course, even in today's tiandaoyinmen, their magic power has already declined. What can be handed down is just a little fur. In Ye Qian's eyes, the so-called magic power and magic of Buddhism and Taoism are not even a fart in Ye Qian's eyes. Besides Zhang Hao, although he practiced the physical training skills of the ancient sorcerer, and his Taoist cultivation was far less than that of Liu Mingchuan, who specialized in Taoism, Zhang Hao was not totally unable to master all the skills. After all, he had been around Ye Qian for a long time, and he could always learn some things, such as the soul arresting skill. The soul arresting technique is not a powerful technique among the three thousand roads, and its function is only one, that is, it can arrest the soul and generate the soul. However, only this role is enough for Zhang Hao here. While Shen Junhao and others were surprised and frightened that Zhang Hao, the God of killing the blue sword, was still proficient in the Supreme Xuanmen technique, something that made them even more frightened happened. People here clearly saw a ghost like nothingness in the body of the white emissary, which was forcibly pulled out by Zhang Hao, and then the ghost fell into Zhang Hao's palm. In an instant, the pain of being roasted by the bloody flame made the ghost continuously send out a painful howl, which was extremely shrill and extremely strange. What is more terrible is that the owner of the voice is not someone else, but the dead white messenger. www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
