Such methods are extremely lethal to ordinary people.

The weak soul and mind face this incomprehensible confusion of knowledge and information, like a sandcastle on the beach under a raging wave, which is about to collapse at the touch of a button.

To put it bluntly, it is "not big enough" to hold so many things; Thinking is not subtle enough, and confusing information and knowledge cannot be parsed.

If the soul is completely defeated, it is naturally a dead word; Those whose souls are damaged are often distorted and become insane, enshrined incomprehensible and chaotic knowledge as a guide, believing in gods.

As for those who can bear it, there is no need to say more.

In just such a short period of effort, there were more than ten Yu masters who died in the hands of the white bone giant. Among them, there are even four or five Sanctuary Transcendental.

This is extremely eye-catching—not how great this method of the bone ball is, but how weak these people are!

A Saint-level transcendent can almost be compared to a Martial Saint who has opened up some ancestral skills. And Zhao Jingyang can be sure that an authentic martial saint who is similar to the transcendents of the Sacred Realm, in the current situation, its resistance ability is at least dozens of times stronger than these transcendents.

It will never be easily intimidated and corrupted.

Zhao Jingyang couldn't help but feel a move in his heart, thinking of the source of the Fourth World's extraordinary power.

Rite.

Perhaps, this weakness is precisely because the seeds of their strength come from external rituals, rather than diligent cultivation and exploration of their own potential.

There were nearly thirty Yu masters present, except for two legendary-level transcendents, who seemed to be barely able to resist, and the most eye-catching was Gong Yuyi.

This woman is the closest to the bone ball, but she is clearly the least affected.

I saw that her expression was like frost, her body flashed, and she retreated to Zhao Jingyang's side almost unaffected.

The two legendary-level transcendents were as pale as iron and their eyes were bloodshot, and while trying their best to resist, they quickly moved closer to Gong Yuyi.

As for the others, those who are being slashed by the bone giants do not matter, and those who have not yet been slashed are mostly fixed in their places, all trembling and sweating profusely, with a pair of eyes protruding and their mouths open, like fish falling into the desert, where can they still move?

"The head of the house!"

The two legendary-level transcendents shouted in unison, looked at Gong Yuyi, and asked her to make up their minds—but they clearly wanted her to withdraw.

Gong Yuyi looked at Zhao Jingyang.

In her eyes, Zhao Jingyang is as light as ever.

Zhao Jingyang glanced at the crumbling fixed-air mirror-this mirror was not urged, it was all based on the strength it had accumulated, and in the face of the erupting bone ball, it was about to be unable to suppress it.

He stared at the bone ball, but turned it over, and a small hammer with a length of an inch suddenly appeared.

He only handed the small hammer to Gong Yuyi: "It seems that you are still preparing in a hurry this time. You might as well use this."

Although it was another stabbing spirit and a round of shelling, Zhao Jingyang knew that this was by no means the strongest means of the Yu Clan.

Under the extraordinary technology of the empire, there must be more powerful extraordinary weapons; It's just that the materials are all large, inconvenient to use, and not very handy.

It's like the empire's star fleet, pulling a warship over, and its firepower is probably not comparable to this time.

As one of the leaders of the traditional aristocratic class of the empire, although the Yu clan has little influence on the military, it does not prevent them from possessing powerful and extraordinary weapons.

Gong Yuyi had no doubt about the power of the small hammer handed over by Zhao Jingyang - the Sky Fixing Mirror had been shown in front of him, and it was not false.

Then he took the small hammer, and as soon as he got it in his hand, he was good at the wind and turned into a small pumpkin hammer a little long a foot.

She looked at the hammer in her hand, and then looked at Zhao Jingyang.

Zhao Jingyang said: "Hit it and try it, this thing is about to break free."

Gong Yuyi pursed her upper lip, took a breath, and then raised the hammer and smashed it against the bone ball.

This smash, like the hammer blowing up a balloon, instantly expanded into a huge giant hammer; The pumpkin-like hammer head was bigger than the bone ball, and the handle of the hammer extended just right to the bone ball.

Zhao Jingyang took advantage of the gap to retract the fixed space mirror.

Just here, the pumpkin hammer landed on the bone ball, only to hear the sound of the wave, between the hammer surface and the bone ball, the space collapsed, revealing a void and black hole.

The bone ball trembled, and in the dark, it was as if a scream was heard.

There was a voice in Kakari.

I saw that the bone ball touched the side of the pumpkin hammer, and it was smashed flat, dense cracks spread out from the place of contact, and large pieces of broken bones fell off with a bang.

All of this happened in an instant. Then there was a huge earthquake, and the bone ball was smashed into a shattered space.

And the hammer, as if it had eaten a huge force, rebounded high, turned into a ruler, and fell back into Gong Yuyi's hands.

This hammer passed, except for the bone ball in the middle, the space was shattered, and the bone ball Kaka was shattered, revealing the flame core that was secretly flowing down in it, and it was still struggling; At the bottom of this sinkhole, it was already quiet.

The moment the hammer fell, the true intent that shattered everything shattered the true intent of the bone ball to hate everything, and the dozen or so white bone giants lost their source of strength and collapsed into a pile of bones one after another.

Gong Yuyi pinched the hammer and took a deep breath.

The two legendary-level transcendents next to them also stared at the hammer with wide eyes, as if they had hooks in their eyes.

It's amazing.

The hammer smashed down, not to mention defeating the bone ball's hatred of true intent, interrupting the bone ball to release chaotic information and knowledge, just saying that the power manifestation of that moment focused on one origin, and then exploded in an instant, and actually beat the son of the evil god who almost wiped them out like this!

What kind of artifact is this?!

Next to him, Zhao Jingyang said, "Why don't you take the opportunity to give it a few more hammers?"

Gong Yuyi reacted suddenly, picked up the hammer, and struck more than ten times in a row.

After more than ten times, where the bone ball was, there was only a three-zhang sized hole left; In the middle of the mixed hole, only a miserable white flame core the size of a sea bowl remained—the bone ball—was gone.

It was completely shattered by a hammer.

Even the flame core is also crumbling. The Great Technique of Sealing the Gods that Gong Yuyi asked for, the bone page, has been completely exposed.

Of course, this hammer is powerful.

It is Zhao Jingyang's most handy magic weapon at the current stage. At the beginning, in the third world, he took this hammer, ran to the underworld, and killed two demon kings with a hammer, and smashed the yin mountain out of a pit for a hundred miles.

It was still an idle measure, and I didn't try my best.

The same is true for the present.

It's just that in front of him, Zhao Jingyang secretly ordered the hammer's magic spirit to use all his strength, but he lacked his Yuan Gang urging. However, the power is concentrated in one burst, which is not bad.

Compared to when the Corpse King, the Mountain King, and the Ghost King were smashed, this place is actually more powerful.

It's just that all the power is vented on the bone ball, and there is no leakage. Otherwise, it would be a hundred-mile crater.

"Can you get it?"

Zhao Jingyang said.

Gong Yuyi took a deep breath and looked at the spatial hole that was hit by the hammer, and hesitated slightly.