The great formation controlled by White Dragon River God and his son could actually twist time and space and disturb primordial spirits? Ji Hao was slightly shocked. Seeing those ghost heads open their mouths and swallow the essence sun fire, Ji Hao couldn't help but be shocked.
But soon, Ji Hao understood the reason behind it.
Dark killing threads were an extremely negative power in the world. If the extreme positive power in the world was represented by the essence sun fire, then dark killing threads could represent the extremely negative power.
Extreme negative power and extreme yang power were equal. Extreme negative power generated yang power, and extreme positive power generated yin power. The great Dao of Taiji transformed into each other, and this was the most basic principle of Yin and Yang. White Dragon River God was more powerful than Ji Hao. Therefore, the dark killing flags dared to devour the essence sun fire to strengthen themselves and improve themselves. This was absolutely fair!
"Good, good, good!" Ji Hao laughed out loud. Helping others to strengthen their treasures with the essence sun fire was not a stupid thing to do.
Putting the nine suns devil-destroying sword back into his sleeve, the stainless cloak was gone as well. The Pan Xi divine mirror floated above his head and wrapped his entire body up with a dim stream of light. Then, Ji Hao took out the Moho staff, which he snatched from the Moho Family.
Those ghost heads, which had been roaring and rushing up, slightly touched the divine light released from the mirror, then disappeared without a trace. Afterward, White Dragon River God and his sons screamed out simultaneously. Countless ghost heads suddenly appeared in front of them, opening their mouths and spitting out streams of extremely cold Yin Qi at them, catching them off guard and forcing them into a sorry state.
A few shrill howls could be heard. White Dragon River God's six sons didn't manage to dodge, and the cold power released from those ghost heads struck on their bodies. Their bodies were wrapped up by dark ice, and visibly, their souls transformed into dim beams of light, spurting out from their eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Those ghost heads happily opened their mouths, seeming to devour their souls.
White Dragon River God made these dark killing flags himself, and he and his sons collected tens of billions of souls to strengthen their treasures, but they weren't afraid of the power of these dark killing flags.
This was like a brilliant blacksmith who had mined iron ore and forged a well-tempered steel blade, thinking that the steel blade would not cause any harm to him. No matter how skilled a blacksmith was, if he dared to use his own forged steel knife to slash at himself, his skin and flesh would be lacerated and his body would be covered in blood.
White Dragon River God never thought that Ji Hao had a powerful treasure like the Pan Xi divine mirror. Because of that, his six sons were injured severely, and even their souls were dragged out of their bodies by those scary devils.
The group of people screamed and screamed. White Dragon River God roared in rage while wielding the three dark killing flags and releasing strong gusts of dark mist. He tried his best to dispel those greedy ghost heads, then carefully shielded the souls of his six sons.
"Bastard, you, you, what evil method did you use to injure my beloved son?" White Dragon River God looked at the six frozen sons, who were wrapped in black ice. Warm tears gushed out of his eyes, and he nearly burst into tears.
Before Ji Hao said anything, the river God murmured to himself, "Abba is right. Making dark killing flags is a natural disaster, and a natural disaster will certainly descend during the process. Poor kids, you've suffered! "
The surrounding area was suffused by the dark mist, and Ji Hao couldn't see what happened to the river God's sons. But as he listened carefully, he clearly heard the cracking noise caused by the frozen bodies of the river God's sons.
In winter, when trees in the woods were frozen by the cold power, when those frozen trunks exploded, they would make the same noise.
The river God's six sons were injured by the cold power released from the ghost heads in the dark killing flags. Their bodies were frozen solid, and the extremely negative power drilled into their bodies ceaselessly. Thin cracks appeared on their skins one after another, while their muscles, bones, and internal organs were all frozen into ice.
White Dragon River God and the other six sons of White Dragon River God watched the bodies of their sons and brothers crack under the ice. Within the span of a couple of breaths, their bodies were frozen into minced meat by the terrifying cold power, without even giving them a chance to save themselves.
"My kids!" White Dragon River God screamed hoarsely.
Around him, six green spheres of light had been hovering speedily. The six frozen dragon sons had been screaming and wailing, but without their bodies, their wailing had turned into ghost screams, adding a slight coldness to the hall, which was shrouded in dark mist.
"White Dragon River God, why don't you tell me the function of that great formation of yours?" Ji Hao wielded the heavy Moho staff.
The water power around Ji Hao's body suddenly froze, no longer moving along with the dark mist released from the dark killing flags. Deep water flowing noises could be heard from all directions. The water power in the eye of White Dragon River was controlled by the Moho staff simultaneously. Extremely pure streams of water power gathered towards the staff.
Within a second, a water-tank-sized sphere of white watery light condensed on the Moho staff.
This sphere of watery light wasn't too large, but it instantly drained all the essence water in the entire White Dragon River. Ji Hao silently incanted a spell and cast the Qing Wei thunder magic taught by Priest Guangcheng. Inside this watery light sphere, thin spell symbols speedily emerged. Ji Hao activated his primordial spirit power and turned the watery light sphere into an extremely powerful Qing Wei thunder bomb.
The thunder magic taught by Priest Qing Wei wasn't as fast as the thunder magic taught by Yu Yu. Instead, the thunder magic needed to be stored and transformed before it could be released.
Nevertheless, the Qing Wei thunder magic was mysterious and great. Although it took a little longer to cast, the Qing Wei thunder magic was much more powerful than Yu Yu's thunder magic.
Ji Hao wasn't good at controlling the Qing Wei thunder magic. Therefore, he spent the span of three breaths to turn the water power he gathered into a water thunderbolt.
White Dragon River God cried and screamed while looking at the frozen body of his son. He had lived for so many years, but he only had twelve descendants in total. But, Ji Hao easily killed six of them within a moment. His soul was saved by him, but without a physical body, only his soul remained. Should he let his son cultivate himself as a ghost cultivator? Or … What else could he do?
The three-headed black flood dragon was as strong as pure-blood dragons, and its three flood dragon heads were gifted with great abilities. The river God was quite proud of his own bloodline. But now, his six children had lost their physical bodies. To him, it was as if the world had collapsed. He didn't know what to do.
Ji Hao didn't give the river God any more time. He slightly waved the Moho staff held in his hand and released a white thunderbolt, which instantly merged into the dense dark mist. The Pan Xi divine mirror shielded Ji Hao's body while he released the thunderbolt with his left hand. Following a deep, muffled boom, all buildings in this area of the river God's underwater city were turned into ashes.
Along with a buzzing sound, wherever the white thunderbolt passed, everything was turned into ashes.
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