"Dragon tendons, dragon blood, dragon liver, dragon guts … All great tonics!"
Cloud Dream Dragon King's body fell into the water surface and raised hundreds of meters tall waves. He showed his original shape, which was a thousands of meters long, silver-scaled, enormous dragon.
Yu Mu murmured the most delicious and nutritious parts of a dragon's body while darting to Cloud Dream Dragon King. He took out the large pot and put it to the wound on Cloud Dream Dragon King's neck.
Large streams of dragon blood flowed into the pot, emitting a magical, dense aroma. Yu Mu gave a big grin, even showing his teeth while shaking his head. He seemed to be quite happy.
A few spirit flood dragons, who were loyal to Cloud Dream Dragon King, roared in rage. They trod on clouds and raised clouds of watery mist, dashing towards Yu Mu. They couldn't bear the fact that their dragon king was killed, and now, he was going to be thrown into the pot.
Sideways, a few golden beams of light dazzled over. Feng Xing had been silently releasing arrows from a distance away. The few spirit flood dragons were all hit on the necks, then the arrows exploded and blew up their necks.
These spirit flood dragons showed their original shapes as well. They were all hundreds of meters long, single-horned flood dragons. Their blood spurted out ceaselessly, stirring up the magical power contained in the flood dragon blood and stirring up countless thin ripples on the water surface.
Shaosi and Taisi had already built an altar. Taisi put the Nailhead Seven Arrow Book on the altar, showed the whites of his eyes, looked at Bao Shu and Bao Yin, and murmured in a low voice. In a distance away, the boiling flood dragon blood suddenly rose into the air, transformed into streams of blood, and flew into the altar.
Silently, the corpses of the few flood dragons withered and decayed in a moment, turning into strands of drifting ash.
On the altar, the Nailhead Seven Arrow Book glowed with a faint light. Taisi started a sacrificial dance around the altar, while murmuring a spell that only he and some mysterious beings in the dark could understand.
Ji Hao floated in the air, holding the nine suns devil-destroying sword, looking at Bao Shu and Bao Yin while sneering.
Apparently, these two poor ones weren't valued by Priest Hua and Priest Mu, because they only had one healing pill. After the pill was shattered by Feng Xing's arrow, the two of them spent quite a while, but still failed to take out a second life-saving pill.
Blood gushed out of their wounds. The two of them had already hastily healed their wounds with magic, but when they wielded the golden pestle and the nine-layered pagoda and smashed down towards Ji Hao's head, they used too much strength and tore their wounds open once again. Blood gushed out of their wounds again.
A series of clangs could be heard without an end. Cloud Dream Dragon King's death was obviously a great stimulation to Bao Yin and Bao Shu. They roared in rage, disregarding their bleeding wounds as they wielded their weapons and madly punched Ji Hao.
The nine suns devil-destroying sword easily shielded Ji Hao from both sides. The sword art taught by Yu Yu could be used for both defense and offense. Attacks were as powerful as thunderbolts, and defenses were as impenetrable as the Chaos. No matter how hard Bao Yin and Bao Shu screamed, their weapons struck on the sword over and over again, they couldn't even touch Ji Hao's body.
The golden pestle and the nine-layered pagoda were both cast from the finest metals, and were added with over a thousand layers of magic seals that were secretly taught by Priest Hua and Priest Mu. They were as light as goose feathers in the hands, but as heavy as mountains when hit on the body. Furthermore, they could release thunderbolts and raging fires to hurt the enemies. These were indeed powerful after-world treasures.
However, these two treasures were indeed powerful, but after all, they were man-made. Besides, Bao Shu and Bao Yin weren't valued by Priest Hua and Priest Mu. Therefore, the ones who made these two treasures for them were probably ordinary ones among Priest Hua and Priest Mu's disciples. These two treasures were indeed powerful, but they were only so-so.
After tens of strikes, the golden pestle in Bao Shu's hands buzzed first. The pestle couldn't take the sharp sword light anymore, and tens of half-foot-long cracks appeared on it. As Bao Shu struck harder and harder, the cracks grew longer and longer. At last, a few cracks merged together, and this six-foot-long golden pestle suddenly exploded.
A thunderbolt and fire erupted from the pestle, and countless metal pieces exploded. Bao Shu didn't manage to react timely, and his face was covered in metal pieces.
Following a shrill howl, Bao Shu drew back quickly, with blood all over his face. His pair of eyeballs were smashed, with blood flowing out from his hollowed eye sockets. The pair of red lines on his eyebrows suddenly widened, and his pair of eyes, which seemed to be a bit underdeveloped, rolled in the eye sockets, then shone with a fierce light as he stared at Ji Hao.
"My treasure!" Bao Shu's heart ached so much that he yelled at Ji Hao with a twisted face. He didn't even have time to care about his smashed face. Instead, he gripped the handle of the pestle, and nearly fainted because of the heartache.
"Bao Shu, my friend, I didn't launch a single sword attack at you!" Ji Hao smiled blandly and said, "Are you going to put the blame on me because you broke your own weapon when you came to fight me?"
Before his voice faded, Ji Hao raised his right hand and tilted the edge of the nine suns devil-destroying sword upward. Bao Yin burst into a great roar, then smashed the nine-story tower down fiercely. Unfortunately, the tower bumped into the edge of the sword.
Puff! Like cutting a carrot with a sharp knife, the nine-story pagoda, which was also covered in scars, was cut into two by Ji Hao's sword edge. The nine-story pagoda was cut into two by Ji Hao.
"My treasure!" Bao Yin's voice was long and shrill. The seal inside the tower exploded, and a sphere of thunder and fire dazzled in all directions. Countless metal pieces flew on his body and tore his defensive cloak inch by inch. Two awl-like metal pieces penetrated his body and flew out from his back.
"You're not strong enough!" Ji Hao looked at Bao Yin and Bao Shu, who were now badly mutilated and howling in pain, then laughed evilly and said, "You see, I'm perfectly fine. How did you get hurt like this? You can't blame me for this! "
The stainless cloak released nine scorching suns, hovering around Ji Hao. All metal pieces were burned into smoke by the great heat before they could approach Ji Hao's body.
Bao Yin and Bao Shu looked at the splendid stainless cloak worn by Ji Hao, and heard Ji Hao's shameless words. They were so angry that they even vomited blood.
"You, you, good, Earl Yao Ji Hao, you, you, for what happened today, we will …" Bao Shu pointed at Ji Hao and prepared to leave after saying a few words.
But suddenly, both of them quivered. An arrow flashed across their bodies, then a dreadful sense of death enveloped their bodies, gripped their souls, and slightly pulled. The power vibrations released from their bodies were cut off, and their souls were turned into nothingness. Next, their bodies collapsed bit by bit, like sandstone statues that had been through countless years.
Ji Hao shockingly found that there was no blood or flesh left in their skins. They were alive, but now, only a dry layer of skin was left.
He couldn't help but glance at Taisi in shock. This guy's magic curse was getting more and more mysterious and cruel.
Shaking his head, Ji Hao pointed at the water-kind army of Cloud Dream Lake down below and said, "Warriors, disperse all water-kind spirit creatures, and send them to the dare-to-die camp to fight!"
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