Invincible?
Ji Hao couldn't help but want to laugh.
In the entire Pan Gu world, who dared to say something like that?
Not to mention those ancient powerful beings who had been living in seclusion since the prehistorical era, and the mysterious Priest Dachi and Priest Qingwei … Yu Yu was standing right in front of you. Who dared to say that he or she was invincible? He or she would have to survive a sword strike from Yu Yu first!
Standing by the gate of the hall, Ji Hao looked inside.
The hall was clean and empty. In the middle of the hall, a purely black square cauldron was placed, and nothing else was there.
Black smoke rose from the cauldron, which was embossed with countless statues of evil spirits and monsters. From the black smoke, countless twisted, roaring faces had been popping up. Tens of large black flags floated above the cauldron, devouring the black smoke drifting out of the cauldron like black holes.
Sitting in front of the cauldron was a middle-aged man in a black robe. He was tall, and his bones were especially large. Sitting on the ground with his legs crossed, he was around five meters tall, and if he stood up, he would definitely be over nine meters tall.
The middle-aged man sat on the ground with his legs crossed, with an unfinished large black flag floating in front of him. Gray-white, transparent killing threads had been flying in from outside the hall. The middle-aged man had been grabbing those killing threads with both hands, like the most skillful weaver, carefully merging those killing threads into the flag.
Tens of black banners hovered in front of the middle-aged man. Twelve burly young men in Daoist robes sat in a straight line under the banners. Every now and then, they would raise their heads and spit out streams of black flame towards the banners.
The one who talked just now was one of the twelve young men in long robes. All twelve of them sat with their backs facing Ji Hao, and Ji Hao couldn't see their faces clearly.
The middle-aged man remained silent for a long while. Instead, he quickly grabbed more killing threads and started weaving the flag. After merging with the flag, the translucent gray threads quickly turned purely dark, like a drop of water falling into an ink vat.
After a quarter of an hour, the flag in his hand was almost completed. Only then did the middle-aged man raise his head. His pitch-black eyes glared at the twelve young men sitting in front of him as he coldly opened his mouth.
"Invincible? You idiots, remember, those who dared to have such thoughts are already dead. "
Tiny, black spell symbols ceaselessly spurted out from his fingers, merging into the large black flag. The middle-aged man said in a creepy voice, "You ignorant kids, remember one thing. If you want to live longer, don't ever think that you're invincible in this world. Don't ever think that no one in this world can defeat you."
The flag in his hand had already been completed. The middle-aged man opened his mouth, and a fist-sized drop of black essence blood wrapped in a sticky black flame quietly fell on the surface of the flag. The flag rolled like water, quickly absorbing the blood essence.
A shrill roar came from deep inside the flag, while a cold power spread out in all directions. On the ground of the hall, large numbers of spell symbols burst with a faint light, sealing this cold power in the hall.
The cold power clashed against the spell symbols on the ground, and from time to time, tiny green lightning bolts burst.
The young man who talked to the middle-aged man just now murmured, "But father, this dark killing flag is made from dark killing threads. Very few treasures in this world can suppress it. These days, we've secretly collected tens of billions of souls. Once this dark killing flag is made, it will be destructive. You're a powerful being, and you're immeasurably powerful. Can't you say that you're invincible in this world?"
The middle-aged man abruptly raised the flagpole and smashed on the head of the first young man sitting on his left.
Clang! The young man buried his head in his hands and screamed. The middle-aged man yelled harshly, "I told you that you're idiots, but you think you're so smart! If you can become invincible by making a dark killing flag, your Abba, my Abba, wouldn't have been skinned and turned into a treasure back then! "
The young man buried his head in his hands yelled, "But Abba, back then, my Abba only made one dark killing flag, and the number of souls in it was no more than ten million. We have a whole one hundred and sixty-nine dark killing flags here, and tens of billions of souls … "
The middle-aged man smashed the young man's head with the flagpole again. He snorted coldly and prepared to say something, but abruptly, he raised his head. Two dark beams of light dazzled out of his pair of dark eyes, glanced at the outside of the hall, and said in a cold and stiff tone, "My friend, since you're already here, why are you hiding? I'm White Dragon River God. Nice to meet you! "
The large flag held in White Dragon River God's hand glowed with a dim dark light. White Dragon River God leaped up from the ground. Large spheres of blood and flesh suddenly swelled up from his shoulders. Within a moment, a pair of long necks grew out from his shoulders, with a pair of hideous horned flood dragon heads showing their teeth.
That large toad said that White Dragon River God was a three-headed black flood dragon, and it turned out that Ji Hao was right.
The twelve sons of White Dragon River God leaped up as well. They screamed together, while large bulges of muscles swelled up from their shoulders as well. Soon, they looked exactly like White Dragon River God, with a pair of flood dragon heads swaying on their shoulders. One head had been releasing a black flame, while the other head had been releasing a black cold mist, seeming to be quite powerful.
Ji Hao knitted his eyebrows. White Dragon River God could actually detect him?
Ji Hao had the golden bridge and the Pan Xi divine mirror, these two supreme treasures, but still, White Dragon River God saw through him. What kind of special ability did this river God cultivate himself with with those purely dark eyes of his?
Coughing slightly, Ji Hao took back the golden bridge and the Pan Xi divine mirror, showed his body with a faint smile, then politely bowed to the river God and said, "I am Ji Hao. Greetings, White Dragon River God!"
Ji Hao abruptly showed up from the gate of the hall. White Dragon River God, who had been pretending to be serious just now, was startled. He screamed out and leaped backward for tens of meters, nearly bumping into that dark square cauldron with his head.
"You, you, you, who are you? You, you, you, how did you get in here? You, you, you, what do you want? "
The twelve sons of the river God screamed as well. They took a few steps backward together, staring at Ji Hao as if he were a ghost.
A while later, the young man who had his head smashed twice by White Dragon River God yelled out, "Father, you're right! We have to be cautious! You've been testing him like this every hour, and as I thought, you've tricked him out!"
Ji Hao was a bit stunned.
Looking at White Dragon River God and his twelve sons, who had been waiting for him seriously, Ji Hao didn't know whether he should laugh or cry.
This river God didn't discover Ji Hao's trace. Instead, he was merely tricking Ji Hao out of habit. Ji Hao could be counted as an experienced cultivator, but he was actually tricked out by this river God.
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