The Necromancer's gaze at Wang Zheng was only one kind of emotion hidden in it, that is a kind of excitement of seeing the hunt.

"It's really a creature blessed by God. Such a huge vitality is so many times more than the descendants of a certain god I have worked hard to get."

"Such powerful vitality is probably the legendary powerful race that can possess it."

"It's a pity that you don't match such physical strength. You are too young..."

The Necromancer murmured to himself, looking at Wang Zheng with his eyes looking at the artwork. Even at the end, she couldn't help but stretch out her dry palm and subconsciously touched Wang Zheng's cheek.

And at this moment, Wang Zheng's voice sounded faintly in the empty secret room: "This beauty...well, let's just say she is a beauty. Don't think that if you are dark at night and wind are high, you can act like a hooligan."

There was a bit of teasing in Wang Zheng's voice. In the horrified gaze of the Necromancer, Wang Zheng's eyes were clear and he looked at her with a smile.

The necromancer suddenly felt the death aura surged all over his body, and he suddenly withdrew from the blurry air for about ten steps, looking at Wang Zheng with disbelief: "How is it possible! How can you break free from my spiritual magic?"

Wang Zheng stretched out a finger and shook it: "To be precise, it is not that you break free from your spiritual magic, but that your spiritual magic is useless to me at all."

Wang Zheng had a relaxed expression, but the necromancer had a ferocious face. She opened her mouth and screamed. Suddenly, the rich aura of death turned into an ugly banshee phantom on her face.

The banshee's mouth broke to her ear and turned into a hideous mouth full of serrated fangs. It was as if a sharp sound wave like a knife scraped a glass, gushing out of her mouth, and shooting from all sides.

Wherever the sound wave passes, everything in the secret room below is like sand, collapses instantly, decomposes, and turns into dust. Even the land is cracked by the sound wave, scraping off layer after layer.

The sound waves stirred up a strong wind, and the strong wind swept through the dust, swelling up a ring of dust, and spreading in all directions.

Everything fell apart in the sound waves, and the ground was centered on the necromancer and sank rapidly. Even though the entire underground secret room was protected by a magic array, it became riddled with holes in an instant.

When the banshee stopped screaming, all the materials in the pit: tables, chairs, bones, land, and even hard stones were all broken into dust and blown away in all directions!

The Howling of the Banshee, the method that most necromancers can do, is very common and practical. It also has two powers: sound wave and soul.

It is even rumored that the howling of the banshee at the god-level can easily smash a small world!

"What a pity..." After a banshee howl, the necromancer looked out of breath, but she still shook her head with a pity. It was obvious that she was heartbroken by destroying Wang Zheng, the best experimental material.

But there is no way, everything must be based on safety. As long as you live, everything will have hope.

"Yes, it's a pity."

In the quiet air, Wang Zheng's response suddenly echoed. The necromancer looked in horror in the direction of the sound source, and saw the void rippling there, and Wang Zheng's figure was floating in the air.

“Holy Land…”

The fluctuations visible to the naked eye in the space made her swallow and spit out with difficulty. She knew she had kicked the iron plate.

Of course, she can't blame her. Who would have thought that Wang Zheng's life aura was so powerful, obviously a young man, but he had the strength of the holy realm level?

Who would have thought that a proud Sanctuary-level strongman would play such a childish game with him?

Looking at the terrified necromancer, Wang Zheng shook his head a little regretfully: "Using the meditation method of Dalucai, he has practiced to the third level and tried to transform his soul into the soul of the banshee. I have to say that you are a genius. Unfortunately, this path is wrong."

Wang Zheng, who read through the books in the Gama Kingdom Library, naturally saw her background after she performed the Banshee Howl.

Like any cultivation system, the process of cultivation is actually a process of changing the life situation, thus integrating into the world and then becoming one's own world.

The necromancer in front of her could burst out such a powerful force at the third level of the banshee's howl, and even faintly had a trace of talented magic. It was undoubtedly that she was trying to transform her soul into the banshee's soul.

But in Wang Zheng's opinion, this path is wrong. A mere banshee is too low, and it is probably better to continue to transform himself from his personal transformation.

Just as Wang Zheng was thinking about her path that obviously gave up her potential in order to increase her strength as soon as possible, with a thud, under Wang Zheng's unexpected gaze, the Necromancer knelt on the spot...

The thin and thin necromancer knelt on the ground, buried his head deeply, and prayed sincerely:

"The holy realm is ahead, and I have no eyes. Please give me a pity to you and let me go once."

Wang Zheng's heart was filled with a clear mirror. He knew that the necromancer who could abandon his face and potential in front of him did everything to heal her younger brother.

In her heart, there is hope only when she lives. For the sake of living, dignity, etc., she can easily give up.

What's more, facing a fourth-level strong man in person and kneeling down to beg for mercy may not be a sacrificing dignity, but rather a very wise choice.

Looking down at the unresisting necromancer, Wang Zheng touched his chin: "If such a good genius is wasted, it seems a bit of a pity?"

So, Wang Zheng made a quick decision, and the true energy in his palm gathered, turning into a symbol that looked like blood, and then slapped the Necromancer's head without hesitation.

The howling wind made her look horrified, but the terrifying power was not something she could resist. She could only watch Wang Zheng slapped his big head with a palm.

However, the expected death did not come. On the contrary, the necromancer clearly felt that a strange and vicious symbol was implanted in his spiritual world by the fourth-level strongman in front of him.

"This is my heart-giving seal. When the heart-giving seal moves, all kinds of thoughts are involuntarily. Even if I order you to kill your brother, you will not resist under the heart-giving seal."

Wang Zheng's tone made the Necromancer's face pale.

Seeing the desperate appearance of the Necromancer, Wang Zheng felt that the temperature was almost done. At this time, he smiled warmly and said:

"Of course, you are a smart person who knows how to advance and retreat. As long as you are obedient enough, I will not use the mark of giving up to control your mind. I just want to tell you that I have many methods so that you dare not think about it. Including treating diseases and rescuing injuries..."
Chapter completed!