A ghost head rushed to Ji Hao's face, wrapped in a dense black smoke, and rushed to Ji Hao.
Ji Hao conveniently wielded his sword and released a strong golden flame. The ghost head howled and exploded into countless thin black strands, flying back while screaming. Ji Hao watched the ghost head rush back into a dark killing flag. Almost within a blink of an eye, another ghost head that looked exactly the same as the first one darted out of the flag, howling and darting towards Ji Hao.
Wielding the long sword, an arc-shaped beam of sword light flashed across the air and cut off over ten ghost heads. Countless black smoke strands flew back to the flag and twisted. Next, over ten more ghost heads grew out of the flag, flying towards Ji Hao while leaving dense clouds of smoke in the air.
"Interesting!" Ji Hao opened his erect eye of Dao of sun and released a dazzling golden light that shone in front of him. Over a thousand ghost heads were shrouded in the golden light and melted like snow lions under the scorching sun. They quickly transformed into black mist and flew back. But within a second, these ghost heads flew out of the flag again, shaking and roaring while rushing towards Ji Hao.
Ji Hao snorted coldly. His left hand locked his fingers together and formed a thunderclap. Next, tens of the fastest and strongest Yu Yu divine thunderbolts dazzled out. The thunderbolts were as sharp as swords, fiercely striking down and chopping hundreds of ghost heads into pieces. But within a blink of an eye, these broken ghost heads grew back in the flag.
White Dragon River God's laughter came from the thick layer of black smoke, "My friend, all evil souls in those dark killing flags are immortal. With your power, even if you have a pure positive supreme treasure, you can't possibly harm them."
Pausing for a second, the river God continued with a greedy smile, "How about this? My friend, you give me your sword and your cloak. Then, I will let you leave safely, my friend, at the risk of being investigated by Lord Gong Gong later. What do you think? "
Ji Hao laughed out in anger and said, "You're indeed wishful thinking!"
White Dragon River God remained silent for a while, then asked a bit embarrassedly, "What kind of treasure is wishful thinking? I know about wishful thinking, but what's wishful thinking? Is it some kind of calculation? "
Ji Hao opened his mouth, but couldn't explain. Therefore, he didn't want to waste time talking to the river God.
These ghost heads are immortal and eternal? That was because the dark killing flag had been ceaselessly swallowing the ghost heads that were chopped off by Ji Hao, absorbing all the ghost power back into the flag, ceaselessly regenerating these ghost heads!
Apart from that, there didn't seem to be anything special about the Mysterious Yin Killing Flag.
Sneering coldly, Ji Hao aimed at where White Dragon River God and his sons were just now, straightened the nine suns devil-destroying sword, and fiercely hacked forward. He rushed for tens of steps within a blink of an eye. With Ji Hao's current physical strength, even if he didn't cast any teleportation magic, he could still cover tens of miles with a single step.
After taking tens of steps forward, Ji Hao shockingly found that he was still surrounded by dense black smoke. Except for the area with a radius of three-hundred meters, which was covered by the golden light of the stainless cloak, not a single wisp of black smoke could be seen. Above his head, under his feet, in front of him, in all directions, as far as his eyes could reach, black smoke was rolling.
He couldn't see White Dragon River God, and neither could he see his sons.
In Ji Hao's spiritual space, the mysterious man's voice came slowly, "Three-headed black flood dragon, dark killing threads, dark killing flags … put together, I just thought of a man. Back in the Chaos before the world was created, this man was quite famous."
"Eh? Who? "Ji Hao subconsciously asked back.
"Priest Three Dark." The mysterious man said slowly, "His true form is a three-headed Black Yin Demonic Flood Dragon, born in the Chaos. All the powers and spells he cultivated are of the Yin element. He transformed into a human form and walked around in the Chaos Era. Those Primordial Demon Gods call him Daoist Three Yin."
Sighing for no reason, the mysterious man sighed and continued, "Back in those days, the old Taoist priest Three Yin fought with me for a Dark Soul-Breaking Spear, and was smashed into pieces by me with a single punch. I thought his bloodline was gone, but I never thought that he had left such a bloodline inheritance before he was killed by me!"
"Hehe." Ji Hao laughed embarrassedly. This old man.
Twitching his mouth corners, Ji Hao continued asking, "You … Why did you fight against him for that dark soul-breaking spear?"
Remaining silent for a while, the mysterious man murmured a bit embarrassedly, "I've always been interested in all kinds of weapons. Blades, spears, swords, halberds, axes, spears … Whenever I see one, I want to get it and wield it. It's ownerless. He fought against me for it, and accidentally punched me a little too hard. "
Ji Hao's heart even quivered when he heard Ji Hao. 'A powerful being who left his name in the Chaos was killed by you with a slightly stronger punch. Are you indirectly boasting about your own power?' Ji Hao thought to himself.
While they were chatting, more and more ghost heads showed up from all directions, and the cold power released from their bodies grew stronger and stronger.
What surprised Ji Hao was that when he wielded the nine suns devil-destroying sword and hacked on these ghost heads, he could injure them severely and turn them into puffs of smoke, but now, he could only cut them into two as easily as cutting watermelons.
However, countless wisps of black smoke were intertwining between the two pieces of ghost heads. Along with an ear-piercing ghost howl, the two pieces of ghost heads merged back together and returned to their original shapes, showing no sign of being damaged by the essence sun fire.
"White Dragon River God, this dark killing flag of yours is indeed impressive. Aren't these ghost heads afraid of my essence sun fire? "
Ji Hao couldn't help but exclaim out loud, praising sincerely.
"Of course they are." White Dragon River God's voice seemed to come from an extremely far distance. Judging from the distance, the river God was at least tens of thousands of miles away. "But, have you forgotten where this place is? This is the deepest area of the eye of White Dragon River. The dark power here is inexhaustible. These ghost heads are all made from ten-billion souls collected by me in recent years. How much essence sun fire can you control? "
"Unless you can evaporate my White Dragon River and tens of thousands of branches with a single sword move, you can never break my dark killing flags." White Dragon River God said honestly, "The sword in your hand is truly powerful, but sadly, your cultivation doesn't deserve this treasure."
Sighing slightly, White Dragon River God continued blandly, "If it fell into the hands of the few powerful beings I know, with your sword in their hands, I wouldn't dare to go against them at all. I would just kneel on the ground and beg for my life. But my friend, you are not qualified to make me kneel on the ground and beg for my life yet. "
Ji Hao's face tightened as he looked around.
White Dragon River God was frank and straightforward. Ji Hao could tell that this river God was indeed a mean person, although he was cunning.
He had to figure out a way to break White Dragon River God's dark killing flags, then interrogate him about the usage of the great magic formation on the square outside. More importantly, he wanted to find out from the river God exactly how many magic formations like this had been set up by Gong Gong.
However, before Ji Hao figured out a way to break White Dragon River God's dark killing flags, the surrounding dark mist began rolling, spinning swiftly like a whirlpool.
Trapped in the black mist, Ji Hao only felt that the world was spinning around him. The time and space around him had both been twisted in a strange way, making his body spin and even his brain seem to be spinning along with it.
Shrill ghost screams could be heard as a few ghost heads pounced on the fire lotus transformed from the stainless cloak. They opened their mouths and inhaled deeply, actually taking away a small bit of the essence sun fire released from the stainless cloak.
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