Chapter 297: The Name of the Devil

"No, his life or death has nothing to do with me, but he can't die just yet. Han Wei sensed the displeasure in Zhang Huaming's heart, sighed secretly, and said stubbornly.

"It's your reason, it's none of my business. In this world, so far, there are few people who I want to die. Zhang Huaming ignored the pleading 'color' in Han Wei's eyes, and said in a very arrogant and domineering tone.

Since he is destined to be an enemy, then he must die, cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and kill them all, which is his consistent style of doing things.

"I don't know the height of the sky, this is my territory, and you should be the one who died. Lord Wubao endured the huge pain in his body, and said to Zhang Huaming in a fierce voice.

At this time, the expression on his face was very hideous and terrifying, constantly distorted and deformed, you can imagine how much pain he has endured, especially what makes him panic, he can feel that his life force is passing little by little, he wants to stop it, but he finds that he can't do anything at all.

The passage of life force means the gradual arrival of death. Great fear hung over Lord Wooburgh, and he struggled to break free from it, but there was nothing he could do. He felt as if his heart had fallen into a bottomless abyss, sinking and falling.

"I don't know how high the sky is, I don't know how thick the ground is, but I know that you, you, are definitely going to die here today. Zhang Huaming slowly walked towards the Lord of Wubao step by step, and with each step, he spit out a loud word in his mouth, and when his voice fell, he just walked to the Lord of Wubao.

"Don't be rude to our castle master. Seeing this, hundreds of soldiers didn't know what was going on, but at least they could see that their fort master was being bullied, and they all shouted at the same time.

"Do you really want to kill him?" Han Wei asked again without giving up.

She has begun to be somewhat familiar with Zhang Huaming's "sexual" personality, this person is simply moody, does not abide by secular etiquette, and acts completely only according to his own likes and dislikes and moods. But once it "stirred" the killing intent in his heart, even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu came, he couldn't stop what he wanted to do. This is probably what Han Wei has learned about Zhang Huaming so far.

"Kill, why don't you kill?" Zhang Huaming's eyes were full of indifference, and his voice sounded like the fierce wind of the cold winter moon, penetrating everyone's skin, and sounded directly in his mind.

For Zhang Huaming, he won't explain anything, because he never wanted to be recognized by everyone, let alone flaunt himself on the moral high ground, kill it, kill it, whether it's a demon or a demon, he will never care about this.

With that, Zhang Huaming stomped his foot suddenly, and the earth trembled, bang, bang, and hundreds of soldiers and the lord of Nawu Fort were shot into the air.

Zhang Huaming took a big step, his body shook slightly, and a series of black "color" silk qi rushed straight up from under his feet, and instantly flashed a dense black "color" brilliance, wrapping around his body and constantly shaking, like a beast roaring hideously, looking extremely hideous.

The screams sounded in the sky, and the brilliance condensed by the black "color" silk instantly wrapped the hundreds of soldiers present, they endured the ravages of death, the skin membrane died, layer by layer fell off, the "dew" bleeding "flesh", the blood dried up, the "flesh" body rotted, and the white "colored" bones were "exposed", and the bones suddenly weathered, turning into scattered points of light and disappearing...... The terrible screams stopped, the brilliance dissipated, and hundreds of soldiers on the wooden hole bridge had disappeared without a trace. Dead, dead from the inside out, clean, not even scum.

Zang Wu took two steps and looked at Lord Wubao who was soft there.

It seemed to feel the sound of slight footsteps, and the limp Lord Wubao got up from the ground tremblingly, he was not domineering, he was not loud, his face was extremely pale, and his expression was also hideous mixed with fear, and his eyes looked at Zhang Huaming in horror: "You are a demon, you are a demon, you are ...... What are you going to do!"

The lord of Wubao didn't know what kind of existence Zhang Huaming was, and he didn't know why this Zhang Huaming had that weird killing technique, but the scene of hundreds of soldiers disappearing just now, he saw it with his own eyes, and the panic in his heart wrapped him, looking at Zhang Huaming walking towards him, he couldn't help but retreat, Zhang Huaming dodged and approached, stretched out his hand to clasp his left and right shoulders, and the ten fingers of both hands were suddenly pinched, and suddenly a crackling sound sounded.

"Ahh

The severe pain in his shoulders made the Lord of Wubao scream and howl in pain, and then Zhang Huaming clasped the top of his head with one hand, pinched his neck with one hand, clasped his neck with one hand, clasped his left hand, clicked, and his right hand was pinched again, crackling sounded, and the wailing of Lord Wubao was even more harsh.

After the pain, the Lord of Wooburgh was shocked to find that his shoulders and his broken neck were actually ...... Unexpectedly reunited together, he forcibly endured the tearing pain, stared at Zhang Huaming fiercely, and shouted: "You damn demon, you can't kill me." If you kill me, the Mass will not let you go, and they will hunt you down to the ends of the earth, and there will be no peace for all eternity. Ah......h

Before Lord Wubao's words were finished, Zhang Huaming threw off his "legs", and with a click, Lord Wubao's knees were already broken, poofed, and fell to the ground.

"You can't kill me, I'm the appointed agent of the Missal, the future leader of the Mass, and no one can kill me......"

This time, the words of the Lord of Wubao were still not finished, Zhang Huaming raised his hand and patted his hand, and the black "color" light of his palm flickered, buckling on the top of the head of the Lord of Wubao, and the black "color" light wrapped around him and made a crackling sound, and the clothes on the Lord of Wubao suddenly turned into powder, and his skin began to wither and wrinkle, as if he had aged hundreds of years in an instant, and the wrinkled skin was like old tree bark, black and gray "color" was extremely stiff, like a dry corpse.

"You...... You...... ...... you," the Lord of Wooburg cried out in horror as he looked at his gray and stiff arms and limbs, trembling and fearful in his mouth, "you...... What the hell have you done to me! What do you want to do, you demon! No, no! Ah......hh

Zhang Huaming slapped it again, and the lord of Wubao hissed and wailed, and he clearly felt the blood and "flesh" in his epiderma, the blood began to dry up, and the "meat" began to rot...... After the death of the epithelium, the flesh and blood die!

"Can I kill you?" Zhang Huaming asked. Lord Wubao was so frightened that he couldn't stop shaking, and he didn't dare to say a word more.

Without warning, another palm fell, and Lord Wubao wailed, the skin membrane, and the flesh and blood were all dead, and this time he felt that his bones had melted, yes, as if he had been dried for thousands of years, crispy, not even the scum left, and the Lord of Wubao, who had lost the support of his bones, was soft on the ground, like a puddle of mud, no! At this moment, he was a pool of mud.

"Say, can I kill you?" Zhang Huaming's voice raised his voice, and he continued to ask with his own "force".

"No...... No, no, no, ......" Lord Wubao was wrapped in deep fear, fear took over everything in him, and when he saw Zhang Huaming raise his arm, he couldn't hold on anymore and screamed, "I said, I said! I said!

"Say, why don't you say it. Zhang Huaming slammed the almost fragile body of Lord Wubao into the air with both hands, and then slammed it to the ground, and asked in a furious voice.

The sound of the "meat" mud smashing on the ground sounded, and Lord Wubao was like a piece of plasticine mixed with water, transforming into various forms under Zhang Huaming's ravaging hands.

"Isn't it remarkable?" Zhang Huaming raised his arm, his five fingers spread, and clasped it on the head of Lord Wubao, his fingertips flashing with this strange light.

This time, Zhang Huaming ravaged not Lord Wubao's "flesh", but his soul.

"You...... My soul...... My soul...... Oh!!no...... No way, how can you penetrate my soul?" the terrible screams of Lord Wubao rang out, resounding in the air above the silent town of Canglang.

The soul, the soul is the true origin of all the spirits in heaven and earth. The frustration of the soul means the frustration of the origin, and that kind of pain is indescribable, it is a pain of the origin.

At this time, the city wall of Canglang Fort was already densely packed with people, they were all guards who guarded the safety of Canglang Fort, and they were the subordinates of the lord of Wubao, but at this moment, seeing their superiors being ravaged by the enemy, they stood motionless and did not dare to move, looking at Zhang Huaming, who was like a demon from the Nine Hells, with only one thought in their hearts: How can there be such a ferocious and terrible demon in this world!

No one knows that Zhang Huaming has the power of life and death, which can make a part of a person's "flesh" die in an instant, and can give his dead "flesh" a new life in an instant;

If you want to ask, who is the most terrifying person in this world, the audience who witnessed the scene in front of them at this moment will definitely not hesitate to say a name: Zhang Huaming.

The name of the devil belongs to him.

"Don't, don't......" Lord Wooburg was really in complete despair this time, screaming hysterically.

Airplanes!

Zhang Huaming slapped the top of Lord Wubao's head, and the miserable screams stopped immediately, and Lord Wubao lay there stiffly like a statue, but every inch of his skin was twitching strangely. Time stops, everything is silent, and the whole world seems to freeze in an instant.

Countless pairs of eyes stared intently in the direction of Mukong Bridge, and there was no "color" in their eyes, except for the deepest fear from the depths of their hearts, there was still boundless fear.

Killing a person is a very simple matter, among the people present, who has not had blood on his hands, as long as he smears a knife into the opponent's neck, or "inserts" the sword into the opponent's left "chest", the opponent can be killed. But today, for the first time in their lives, they finally discovered that killing people also has to divide the realm, and he is probably the only one who can kill Zhang Huaming so far.

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