From the black robe, the battle of the heavens begins - Chapter 812

Every ten minutes, Su Ming would temporarily stop the erosion, leaving Jiang Bao a short five-minute breathing time.

However, this seemingly merciful act was actually a more cruel torture method. Through this intermittent torture method, Jiang Bao’s pain threshold was constantly refreshed,

so that he could always clearly feel the freshest and most extreme pain, as if he could never escape this purgatory-like suffering.

In this way, Su Ming’s torture of Jiang Bao lasted for several hours.

During this period, Jiang Bao’s emotions experienced ups and downs again and again.

At first, he begged Su Ming to let him go; but as time went on, begging for mercy gradually turned into angry roars;

When the anger reached its peak, Jiang Bao completely fell into madness and struggled to resist desperately;

But no matter how hard he tried, he could only helplessly return to the state of begging for mercy…

This cycle repeated and repeated.

After a long period of painful suffering, Jiang Bao’s consciousness finally fell into darkness, and it was finally over. At this moment, there was finally a trace of relief in his eyes.

Jiang Bao died. His entire body was corroded by the demonic energy and turned into a void crystal statue emitting a strange light.

His face was extremely distorted and weird, but overall it presented a creepy and strange beauty.

However, the death of the enemy was just the beginning of another torture for the demon cultivator.

And he tortured Jiang Bao so deliberately not only for revenge, but also to refine his natal magic treasure: the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The pole of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner requires an evil soul full of pain, so that the most perfect Ten Thousand Souls Banner can be created.

Su Ming stared at the void crystal statue transformed by Jiang Bao in front of him, and a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. Jiang Bao’s soul was trapped in the crystal and continued to endure the torture of the demonic energy.

Then, a blazing magic fire rose from his palm, covering the void crystal. Under the high temperature of the magic fire, the void crystal began to melt slowly, and penetrated and merged into the inside bit by bit.

“Ahhh~~~~Why, why is it like this, I’m already dead, why don’t you let me go!”

Jiang Bao’s miserable cry also rose again, questioning Su Ming loudly, but in return Su Ming completely ignored it.

As time passed, the originally crystal clear void crystal gradually became blurred, and finally only a dark purple crystal skull stood there alone.

Su Ming made seals with his hands and muttered something in his mouth. Mysterious runes flew out from his fingertips and sank into the dark purple spine.

Under Su Ming’s careful refining, this spine began to undergo earth-shaking changes.

It first shrank and deformed continuously, and finally turned into a skeleton flagpole that was purple and flashed with a faint cold light.

Su Ming nodded in satisfaction, stretched out his hand and made a casual move, and the skeleton flagpole flew into his hand instantly as if it had intelligence.

Su Ming held the flagpole, and immediately felt a piercing coldness spread through his arm and throughout his body.

At the same time, there seemed to be bursts of shrill screams coming into his ears, which made people shudder.

Su Ming could sense very clearly that Jiang Bao’s soul was in extreme pain. He seemed to see Jiang Bao’s soul struggling, twisting and wailing in that small space.

Shrill screams continued to be heard, and at the same time, a strong and almost insoluble resentment gushed out from the depths of Jiang Bao’s soul.

These resentments were like black poisonous snakes, quickly entwining the originally crystal clear and flawless flagpole.

They slowly crawled along the flagpole like living things, and gradually penetrated into the inside of the flagpole.

As time went by, the black lines became more and more numerous, intertwined with each other, and spread all over the flagpole like blood vessels in the human body.

And it was these black lines that continuously supplied powerful power to the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Su Ming gently stroked the flagpole of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, feeling the cold touch in his hand, and then carefully placed it next to his ear, closed his eyes, and quietly listened to Jiang Bao’s voice full of curses and resentment.

“Hehe, what a wonderful voice!”

Su Ming’s mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a gloomy smile.

The voice was sometimes high-pitched and passionate, and sometimes low and depressed, but no matter how it changed, it made Su Ming feel extremely happy and satisfied.

He was immersed in this wonderful world of sound, enjoying the pleasure of this moment.

After a long while, when Su Ming finally opened his eyes with satisfaction, he slowly pulled out a long list.

At the top of the list, Jiang Bao’s name flickered with a faint light, which meant that Jiang Bao’s soul had been successfully collected into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Su Ming nodded with satisfaction and sneered: “Humph, Jiang Bao, it’s just the beginning… Next, it’s the turn of the entire Jiang family and their lackeys!”

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner was initially completed, and Su Ming was somewhat confident, and began to call out the names one by one.

Su Ming’s figure flashed, and instantly turned into a ball of purple smoke and dissipated in the air, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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“Ah~~Su Ming, it’s you…, you born, I’ll kill you, I must kill you!”

I don’t know how long it took, but in a quiet valley, a terrified cry suddenly came out.

“Hey, there’s only one left!”

Cao Luo began to beg for mercy with a face full of horror, his voice trembling uncontrollably:

“Please! Please be noble! Let me go. I can give you anything. I just ask you to spare my only daughter who is still so young! She doesn’t understand anything. She is innocent. Yes!”

However, what responded to him was a stream of warm blood that sprayed onto his distorted face as quickly as a fountain.

In an instant, Cao Luo felt that his eyes were filled with scarlet red, and the smell of blood hit his nostrils, making him almost suffocate.

Cao Luo collapsed to the ground with a pale face. He watched in despair as his limbs were turning into pieces of purple crystal at a speed visible to the naked eye, constantly twisting and torturing his body.

But at this time, Cao Luo was suffering from tremendous physical pain, but this physical pain was nothing compared to the pain deep in his heart.

Just now, Su Ming found his home, blocked the communication here, and then used just one move to beat him into a cripple.

Immediately afterwards, Su Ming put Cao Luo into the bathtub and started a bloody massacre mercilessly in front of him.

They found his family members one by one, and then started bleeding in front of him.