Chapter 295: Bone Soul Nails, on the Dragon-Ascension Platform, unsealing the Dharma Code!

After making his decision, Zhao Xing immediately arrived at the Xila Prefecture.

Ji Mengjun's station in the Royal City had by now become a temporary council hall, provided for the many high-rank powerhouses to deliberate.

As the Fate Official in charge of central coordination, Ji Si revealed a bitter smile the moment he saw Zhao Xing.

"My lord, you seem to know what I am about to say," Zhao Xing said, bowing.

"I may be inferior to my elder brother in other things, but I am skilled at calculating human affairs. Your heavenly secret concealment was completed by my brother; his techniques and mine share the same lineage," Ji Si sighed.

"Then you must know I have to go," Zhao Xing said calmly.

"Zhao Xing, I have only one request." Ji Si's tone was gentle; he spoke of a request, not a demand.

At this moment, Ji Si was not speaking with the status of a superior official, but rather like an elder giving instructions.

"Please, speak."

"A rebellion has broken out in the Nine-Star Fire Prison of the Central Dragon Court. You must have Ji Mengjun lead a team to escort you."

"Do you not trust King Shenluo and Ye Yukong?" Zhao Xing asked, surprised.

"I trust them, but they are too green."

Zhao Xing thought to himself that it was fortunate the two were waiting outside; otherwise, hearing this would have been quite hurtful.

In all fairness, Old Ye and King Shenluo were not green. On the contrary, Old Ye possessed top-tier sword Dao talent, and King Shenluo was not far behind.

It was just that, in the current situation, they were not enough.

But having more people did not necessarily make things easier. If Ji Mengjun went, whose orders would the operation follow?

Ji Si seemed to see through Zhao Xing's worries and immediately said, "Although Ji Mengjun is the Deputy Hall Master of the Military Realm's War Dance Office, she does not hold military command. The operation will still follow your lead."

"Would this not..."

"She knows."

Zhao Xing suddenly understood.

Chatting with a Fate Official was efficient; there was no need for much explanation.

Ji Si knew that Zhao Xing would go regardless, so he did not try to persuade him, instead drafting the list for the escort team directly.

"First-rank Dance Master Ji Mengjun, second-rank Music Master Xiao Huang."

"First-rank Martial Master Tong Jin, second-rank Occultist Jiang Chuan."

"Plus King Shenluo and Ye Yukong."

"There is a detailed description of their strength above."

Ji Si handed over a document.

Zhao Xing respectfully accepted the list and burned it after reading.

"You have worried for me; I am deeply grateful."

"Since you are so grateful, can you not go? It is not as if there is no one else to save Bai Yunwu."

After saying this, Ji Si and Zhao Xing both smiled.

After a pause, Zhao Xing cupped his hands in farewell: "Take care of yourself."

Ji Si waved his hand in silence.

After Zhao Xing left, Ji Mengjun walked out from behind the hall.

Ji Mengjun asked: "Do you really want to let him go?"

"What other choice do I have?" Ji Si shook his head. "I have looked at ten thousand possibilities for this conversation, and not once was the persuasion successful."

How could Ji Si be willing to let Zhao Xing go? It was simply that there was no other way.

If he were to issue an order? That would only be counterproductive, inciting Zhao Xing's rebellious psychology.

If he were to forcibly restrict Zhao Xing's freedom, the consequences would be even more extreme, potentially leading Zhao Xing to defect from the Great Zhou.

Ji Si, as a Fate Official, was only responsible for central coordination.

Nominally, he was not a military commander.

In terms of strength and prestige, he could not command the top powerhouses in the army.

Taking a step back, even if he were, he would still have to listen to the advice of those first-ranks.

To override public opinion and mobilize first-ranks to fight to the death would likely require the prestige and position of a King, something even the Golden Guard Commander Yang Qingyun outside would find difficult to achieve.

Therefore, Ji Si only chose two first-ranks and two second-ranks to escort Zhao Xing this time.

It was only because Ji Mengjun and Tong Jin were powerhouses absolutely trusted by the Ji Royal Family, and they would unconditionally follow the orders of Ji Si, the Fate Official, and were qualified to know the secrets regarding the Great Expansion Divine Art.

Other first-rank powerhouses? Ji Si would not even mention them. Setting aside the issue of trust, those first-ranks each had their own high-priority missions.

Of course, Ji Si was not truly without options.

Ji Mengjun asked: "Do you have any other instructions?"

Ji Si thought for a moment, took a secret decree from his bosom, and handed it to Ji Mengjun: "This is a secret decree from His Majesty. If you encounter extreme danger on this trip, you may activate it. If it is not used, you must return it to me after the mission ends."

Ji Mengjun accepted the secret decree: "At what point is it considered extreme?"

Ji Si said faintly: "If you believe the situation is dangerous enough that Tong Jin, King Shenluo, Ye Yukong, Jiang Chuan, and Xiao Huang have all died in battle, and you still cannot send Zhao Xing away safely, then you may use it."

Ji Mengjun said softly: "I understand."

Ancient Ting Royal City, Central Teleportation Array.

Nine ten-thousand-meter-high mountains, as if true dragons soaring into the sky, stood in the confidential area of the Imperial Palace.

A dragon boat slowly flew into the central area surrounded by the nine high mountains.

"This is the Nine-Dragon Teleportation Array, an ancient Dragon Court formation." King Shenluo stood at the bow, looking out through the barrier. "The technique of the formation has been completely lost. Our dynasty has always wanted to study this ancient formation thoroughly, but unfortunately, no one in the world can do it. Even the dragon race themselves cannot recreate a Nine-Dragon Teleportation Array."

Teleportation formations had always been the brightest stars in the category of mechanisms and arrays.

However, in the era of Qi, no one could pluck this most dazzling star.

Whether it was the Jade Tour Vast Sea or the Departing Fire Divine Altar, they had existed since ancient times; later generations only knew how to use them, not how to recreate them.

To this day, the range of the Jade Tour Vast Sea was limited to Pinghai Prefecture, and the range was becoming smaller and smaller.

The same was true for the Departing Fire Divine Altar; its limit of fire pits was fixed, and many had been completely extinguished, unable to be rekindled.

"Boom~"

At a certain moment, the nine dragon heads spat out pillars of light, and the colorful radiance rushed toward the central area surrounded by the high mountains.

At the moment of convergence, the pillars of light suddenly refracted, shooting straight into the sky.

The dragon boat in the center disappeared along with the pillars of light.

The next moment.

The light dissipated.

They had already appeared in a new environment—the True Dragon Royal City.

Zhao Xing scanned the surroundings; this was a huge dragon stone plaza, also surrounded by nine high mountains.

It was just that their flying boat was not in the central area, but had appeared at the East Dragon Mountain in the northeast.

"We have entered the area of the Central Royal Court." King Shenluo pointed to the west. "Fly west, and you will reach the Nine-Star Fire Prison territory where Bai Yunwu is trapped."

"We are not going that way." Zhao Xing spread out the map. "First, go to the 【Dragon-Ascension Platform】 in the south."

"Good." King Shenluo immediately steered the flying boat and began to fly rapidly toward the south.

As for Ji Mengjun, Tong Jin, Jiang Chuan, and Xiao Huang, they stayed in the cabin.

If there was no danger, they would not appear easily, so as not to attract unnecessary trouble and tracking.

Their mission was only to escort Zhao Xing; it was best if they did not have to fight.

As for King Shenluo and Ye Yukong, they did not ask anything; asking meant classified information.

Zhao Xing closed his eyes, quietly waiting for the destination to be reached.

At the same time, he was thinking in his memory palace.

"Bai Yunwu holds the title of Dragon King, and he has a large fief in the Gusi Kingdom."

"According to intelligence, Bai Yunwu received a call for help from the first-rank powerhouse 'Boyi' of the West Sea aquatic race, so he contacted two first-rank titled kings, Tang and Ao, as well as forty-five human high-ranks from three families to go to the rescue."

"It turned out to be a trap. The powerhouse 'Boyi' of the West Sea aquatic race had long been brainwashed by the sect world and had set an ambush in advance, causing the reinforcements brought by Bai Yunwu to be trapped in the Fire Prison Plain."

"Bai Yunwu is one of the four holders of the Dragon King title in the Great Zhou, and the two family heads, Tang and Ao, are the aquatic chieftains of the East Sea, the bulwarks of the East Sea defense line."

"Once they were surrounded, it immediately attracted the support of the other three king-level dragon titles of the Great Zhou."

"The hostile forces involved the Golden Feather Royal Court, the Holy Spirit Royal Court, the Flame Light Royal Court, and the Purple Dragon Royal Court of the Southern Barbarian Four Royal Courts; the Great Snake Country of the East and its thirty affiliated vassal tribes; the forces of the Jade Water and Profound Heaven Great Sects among the Ten Divine Sects; and the forces of the five top sects: White Bone, Puppet, Four Saints, Green Sun, and Return to Origin."

"These forces began to besiege the Great Zhou's reinforcements."

"Most powerhouses have the authority to command the dragon race. For example, lord-level (second-rank) authority can command city-lord-level dragon race (third-rank), and the other three king-level dragon titles of the Great Zhou can mobilize even more."

"As a result, the number of human and dragon powerhouses from the ten kingdoms of the Dragon Court ancient land heading to the Central Dragon Court increased rapidly."

"At first, it only involved the three aquatic titled kings, Bai, Tang, and Ao, and forty-five high-ranks."

"In less than seven days, the number of first-rank humans exceeded one hundred, and the number of high-ranks involved exceeded ten thousand, and it was still increasing."

"It is truly an enemy of the whole world. The negative impact brought by the Liang King's rebellion has begun to manifest in the external situation," Zhao Xing thought to himself. "In the past, there had never been such a large-scale operation against the Zhou."

"However, it cannot be blamed entirely on the Liang King. Emperor Jing has been expanding outward for nearly three hundred years. In the eyes of the external forces, he is already a proper 'demonic sect,' and Emperor Jing is also the world's number one great demon."

"Taking advantage of Emperor Jing's purges and military power reduction in the first few years of the Great Governance, they quickly seized the opportunity to strike at the Great Zhou's high-end power in the Dragon Court ancient land."

Zhao Xing knew about this, but he had not intended to participate, because this kind of war could not be fought for long.

Emperor Jing just did not want to fight a high-end game and consume his family assets; it was not that he could not fight.

Within a few months, the alliance of external hostile forces would be the first to collapse.

It was no skin off the Great Zhou's back if a few first-ranks died, but for those so-called top sects, great tribes, and powerful aquatic races, if one first-rank died, they would suffer a great loss of vitality. With no major benefits, why follow the Divine Sect and Southern Barbarian forces to fight?

Thus, this Dragon Court encirclement and suppression of the Great Zhou soon fizzled out.

While pondering, a second "Zhao Xing" appeared at the entrance of Zhao Xing's memory palace. He looked coldly at the first Zhao Xing and said: "I originally planned to wait for this storm to pass and reap benefits in peace, but now I have to risk my life. Have you forgotten the original intention of the plan for longevity?"

The first Zhao Xing responded: "I did intend to wait for this storm to pass, and it was not Bai Yunwu who was trapped in the Nine-Star Fire Prison in my previous life, but Tang Yinglong, but now it has changed."

The second Zhao Xing snorted: "What does this have to do with you? Long Xiao is just an NPC. Even if he dies, what does it have to do with me?"

The first Zhao Xing said: "It is not just for Long Xiao. Bai Yunwu cannot die now, and it is best if the three aquatic titled kings do not die either."

The second Zhao Xing asked back: "Why can they not die?"

"Now that a deviation has occurred, are you sure you can retreat unscathed?"

The first Zhao Xing explained: "The deviation is not large. What is certain is that the one trapped in the Nine-Star Fire Prison must be one of the three aquatic titled kings of the East Sea."

"Because the encirclement operation of the Great Zhou's hostile alliance was aimed at them."

"Only by cutting down the aquatic chieftain titled kings of the East Sea is the best choice."

"The turmoil in Pinghai Prefecture has just been quelled. If another of the three aquatic titled kings dies, it will become very difficult for the Great Zhou to expand outward from the East Sea, and the seven-island chain defense line will have to shrink by half."

"The resources on the sea are abundant. If this place is blocked, how will the Great Zhou's various goods be dumped into the four seas? Future fiscal revenue will inevitably decrease significantly."

"If fiscal revenue decreases, when I become the Great Minister of Agriculture in the future, will I not be a pauper?"

"If the Great Zhou's Qi decreases, how will I endure?"

Zhao Xing kept finding reasons for himself to save Long Xiao.

Because another thought in his mind was constantly interfering, preventing him from taking risks.

"How will you save him? The Nine-Star Fire Prison was created to imprison Dragon Kings; those who fall into it cannot get out at all!"

"I have the Dragon Emperor Dharma Code!"

"Ridiculous, even activating the Dharma Code is dangerous. Do you think Ji Mengjun and that Tong Jin, whose name you haven't even heard of, plus a few pieces of trash, can keep you safe? The sacrifice requires the main body to go. If there is any accident, you will die."

"I have the Qi of Yan Six, activating the Purple Gold Ancient Coin and the Fortune Coin, I can reach the Qi of Yan Seven!"

"Qi is not invincible! Accidents, do you know what an accident is?" The second Zhao Xing said coldly.

"As long as you encounter one, you will be doomed."

"I will become a Yin God, take the Ancient Yin warship and wait for the recovery of spiritual energy, and I can also be resurrected!"

"Have you been hit by a Ritual Cultivator's intelligence-lowering technique? If you are dead, won't the Shang Tang Order be dropped? The True Dragon Royal City cannot tear open the Yin-Yang passage."

"Shut up, can you not hope for something good?"

"So impulsive, no wonder the ex-girlfriend left—"

"I'm telling you, this can be dragged into it? Get lost!"

"If I don't go, my thoughts will not be clear!"

As the first Zhao Xing started to appear, the voice grew louder.

The phantom of the second Zhao Xing slowly faded away.

Opening his eyes, Zhao Xing saw double images, feeling a bit dazed.

He rubbed his eyes and shook his head.

Ye Yukong noticed this action and immediately walked over: "Little brother, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Zhao Xing said humorously, "Maybe I'm just tired from raiding homes recently."

"Hahaha." Ye Yukong laughed upon hearing this. "Your courage is truly not something an ordinary person can compare to."

Where were they going now? It was a dangerous place where first-ranks walked everywhere and third-ranks were not even as good as dogs.

King Shenluo and he were somewhat nervous; upon arriving at the Central Dragon Court, the two of them spoke less.

Who is not afraid of death? As long as there is life, there is a survival instinct!

Yet Zhao Xing could still joke.

"I have a clone, after all." After a pause, Zhao Xing looked at the long sword at Ye Yukong's waist. "How long has Brother Ye been using this sword?"

"You mean the Bright Moon Sword?" Ye Yukong gripped the hilt. "Almost thirty years."

"Should be at the eighth-rank peak level?"

"Hmm."

"Why don't you change it?" Zhao Xing was a bit puzzled.

One of the items Ye Yukong had won in a lottery before was a ninth-rank peak treasure, and the other was just a blind choice of an eighth-rank material.

But even these things were enough to trade for a sword with Ji Si, after all, Ji Si had won quite a few good things in this wave of personnel mobilization.

It was completely fine for Ye Yukong to change to a ninth-rank sword; he was now a second-rank, and his Dao realm was high enough to use it.

"Back then, I asked a great craftsman from the Hundred Weapons Dao Academy to tailor the Bright Moon Sword for me, and I got used to using it." Ye Yukong explained: "Changing to a ninth-rank sword, if it is middle or low grade, it is completely useless, and it is not as powerful as the Bright Moon Sword."

"If it is of high or peak grade, maybe the power of the sword technique will increase by a notch."

Zhao Xing asked: "What if it is a treasure-level sword divine weapon? Can Brother Ye exert its power?"

Ye Yukong said proudly: "I am of the Sword Sect school; of course I can exert its power. Although I haven't tried it, I can definitely do it."

King Shenluo, in order to adjust his state, also came over to chat. This guy came up and hit hard: "Speaking of which, isn't your Sword Sect inferior to the Qi Sect?"

Ye Yukong's face immediately turned black: "Bastard, if you don't understand, don't talk nonsense! Our Sword Sect is the best in the world!"

King Shenluo waved his hand: "Never heard of it."

Ye Yukong mocked: "Then you must have heard that the Shenluo school is inferior to the Dao Soldier school."

King Shenluo glanced at him: "Nonsense!"

Ye Yukong snorted: "Back when we fought Yushanzi, if a Dao Soldier school mechanism master had come, it wouldn't have taken so long."

King Shenluo immediately bristled: "Yushanzi had fused the soul and luck of a second-rank Ritual Cultivator at that time. Only the Shenluo school could fight for so long. If someone from the Dao Soldier school had come, they would have let him run away long ago! If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense!"

"The number one mechanism master in the Dao arena is also from the Shenluo school! What about you martial artists?"

Ye Yukong was immediately stumped.

Because the number one martial artist in the world really was from the Qi Sect school.

"Dao arena competition, can that count?" Ye Yukong said with his neck stiff.

"How can it not count?" King Shenluo laughed: "Master Situ internally practices the Gluttonous Food Method, externally practices the Xuanwu Dharma Image, his golden body is invincible, his divine fist is invincible, and his Qi is as vast as the sea. If he stands there and lets you stab him, you won't even be able to break his skin."

Zhao Xing stood by and snickered.

The Master Situ mentioned by King Shenluo was a Duke of the Great Zhou, the former dean of the Shenwu Academy, Situ Wu.

Although he had never publicly endorsed the Qi Sect, the world regarded Situ Wu as a master of the Qi Sect.

His status was second only to Ji Shuang, the first-generation Martial God of the Great Zhou who practiced the Dragon-Elephant Golden Body.

The dispute between Qi and Sword in Great Zhou martial arts had a long history.

The Qi Sect believed that the body could be the world, and martial arts cultivation should develop toward "letting the body accommodate more Qi." To achieve this, the martial arts golden body must be strong enough; if the body as a container becomes stronger, it can accommodate more Qi. Conversely, Qi can strengthen the body.

Making the body comparable to a divine artifact!

With massive Qi as support, a casual punch would be unbearable for the enemy.

Releasing one's own Qi could trigger a Qi storm.

Technique? Flashy, watch me become a god with one punch!

The Sword Sect was just the opposite; they believed that martial arts technique was the essence of human wisdom, and by practicing martial arts,

one could comprehend the Dao of heaven and earth through profound martial arts, and with one sword strike, distort rules, or even change rules!

Qi Sect? Crude and primitive! The more you practice, the more you regress!

The difference between the Shenluo school and the Dao Soldier school lies in this.

The former makes giant divine weapons, giant mechanism armor, giant mechanism puppets, and believes that big is strong! And advocates that the mechanism master controls it personally!

The latter is the troop-bursting school, advocating the cultivation of the 【combat instinct】 and 【battle soul】 of mechanism beasts and mechanism puppets, so that they have independent combat capabilities, without the need for the mechanism master to control the Dao soldiers themselves.

Ye Yukong couldn't win the argument, so he immediately pulled Zhao Xing: "Little brother, come and judge?"

"Me?" Zhao Xing shook his head quickly. "I am just a small Minister of Agriculture; how would I understand this?"

Every generation has its own version of gods, and every school has its time to take off and land.

Of course, except for Fate Officials.

Fate Officials are nerfed every generation!

From the perspective of historical trends, the strength of the Fate Official profession is getting worse and worse.

Mainly because in the era of spiritual energy recovery, the spells of Fate Officials receive very little amplification from spiritual energy.

In addition, the strength of other professions has increased more than that of Fate Officials, so the decline is equivalent to Fate Officials being nerfed.

In the era of spiritual energy, all things compete for freedom!

The stronger the individual strength, the stronger the control over one's own destiny!

This leads to a sharp rise in the difficulty for Fate Officials to calculate people.

Of course, this is only from an overall perspective; some relatively niche schools, such as treasure-seeking occultists, still have a significant role.

Some individuals who possess divine artifacts such as the Creation Compass still cannot be ignored.

In addition, there are aspects like the curse school, Qi tracking, etc., which still have quite good effects.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xing couldn't help but worry about Long Xiao.

He pinched his fingers to calculate Long Xiao's situation, but as soon as he calculated, his ten fingers split open, bleeding profusely, the wounds deep enough to see bone.

"Old Chen didn't die, you can't fall here." Zhao Xing licked his fingers, muttering in his heart. "Hold on."

Outside the cabin, the three were chatting; inside the cabin, first-rank martial artist Tong Jin and first-rank dance master Ji Mengjun were also chatting.

"Mengjun, he doesn't have much to do with Bai Yunwu, right?"

"He doesn't have much to do with Bai Yunwu," Ji Mengjun said, "but he has a deep relationship with Long Xiao, Bai Yunwu's granddaughter's husband."

"Long Xiao and Chen Shijie were the guides for Zhao Xing when he joined the army. Later, when Zhao Xing finished training in the Ten Yang Cave Heaven and went to complete the military realm assessment, Long Xiao was his guardian."

"After that, they fought together on the barbarian-pacification battlefield and were demoted to the East Sea together because of the Liang King's faction's exclusion. It is said that the Divine Might Marquis's battle pet was named by Long Xiao."

"The Earth Official title, that mountain cat?" Tong Jin had some impression. When Zhao Xing was in the Royal City,

he had also seen it a few times, always followed by a cat, a sheep, and a dog, which were still in the Ancient Ting Royal City now.

"So that's how it is, no wonder." Tong Jin suddenly understood. Those who grew up together from humble beginnings naturally had deep feelings; he had also been a soldier, so it was easy to understand.

What he didn't understand was that Ji Si would actually agree to let Zhao Xing take risks.

Even if Zhao Xing possessed some kind of divine artifact of the dragon race, could he really influence the current situation?

"Someone is here." Ji Mengjun suddenly raised her eyebrows, her eyes flowing, looking outside the boat.

Tong Jin immediately darted out like a cat.

The Dragon-Ascension Platform was not in the True Dragon Royal City, but outside the Royal City.

It was similar to the Heaven Altar, Earth Altar, and sacrificial altars used by humans for sacrifices.

There were many dragon god totems and Dragon Emperor statues around the Dragon-Ascension Platform.

One could comprehend dragon race Dharma spells and learn dragon language here.

There were rumors that the Dragon-Ascension Platform was the Dragon Emperor's point-of-command platform.

Others said it was a place where the Dragon Emperor asked the Dragon God for instructions and rewarded meritorious dragon race officials.

In short, the Dragon-Ascension Platform was considered a highly popular exploration site in the Central Dragon Court.

Every time the Dragon Court opened, the humans who entered would always come to the Dragon-Ascension Platform to take a look.

Now that a great melee had broken out in the Central Dragon Court, the situation where they had previously kept to themselves had been broken.

The three king titles of the Great Zhou, besides Bai Yunwu, had all issued orders.

Now, whenever the Great Zhou and the hostile alliance saw each other, they would fight fiercely.

Because they had lost the initiative, the Dragon-Ascension Platform was now occupied by the three hostile forces.

When Zhao Xing's flying boat came over, they noticed many traces of reconnaissance outposts from afar.

"Brother Ye, catch a tongue and ask." Zhao Xing said. "No problem." Ye Yukong immediately turned into a ray of moonlight and flew toward a giant rock in the east.

"Whoosh"

There was a red light behind the giant rock trying to escape, but it was intercepted by the moonlight, and the light immediately extinguished.

Swish~

In five breaths, Ye Yukong returned to the flying boat from a thousand meters away, with a man wearing a Daoist robe and a white bone mask beside him.

Two sword Qi were inserted into his shoulder blades, pure and thick sword Qi, as if substantial.

The sword Qi like moonlight spread through his internal organs, locking all of this person's Qi.

"Kneel."

Ye Yukong kicked the back of his leg, and the man in the white bone Daoist robe knelt on the ground with a thud.

At this time, Ji Mengjun, Tong Jin, Jiang Chuan, and Xiao Huang all walked out.

"White Bone Sect, early third-rank. Judging by the clothing and tokens, he should be an elder level in the sect." Tong Jin said.

"Divine Might Marquis, let me do the questioning." Ji Mengjun looked at Zhao Xing.

"I'll trouble you, Master Ji." Zhao Xing nodded. Third-rank sect demons basically all had very profound protective measures to avoid leaking secrets.

Ordinary torture would really not be easy to get anything out of.

However, facing Ji Mengjun, it was different.

Ji Mengjun just walked into the captive's line of sight, and the third-rank of the White Bone Sect suddenly raised his head, his expression dazed.

The moment he saw Ji Mengjun, his eyes were full of Ji Mengjun's image, and he walked forward unconsciously.

The Fate Soul floated out of the body just like that.

King Shenluo, Ye Yukong, second-rank occultist Jiang Chuan, and music master Xiao Huang all showed expressions of admiration.

Zhao Xing also felt the terror of the Soul Dancer; he didn't even know what Ji Mengjun had done, and the other party's primordial soul was hooked out just like that.

There was no need to ask; this person directly started to pour out: "My name is 'Bone Thirteen', I am an elder of the White Bone Sect, a disciple of the Purple Bone Heavenly Venerable—"

Zhao Xing listened quietly. In the sect world, basically only the first-rank level was called Heavenly Venerable.

Above the first-rank, they were called some kind of Divine Venerable.

Second and third ranks were more casual; True Person, True Monarch, Primordial Monarch, Venerable, Great Immortal—they were called whatever they wanted, whatever made them happy.

"—I was ordered by my master to stand guard around the Dragon-Ascension Platform. There are seventy-five people like me."

"My sect is responsible for the south side of the Dragon-Ascension Platform."

"There are sixteen Heavenly Venerable-level figures, four in each of the four directions—True Monarchs, Primordial Monarchs, and Venerables total thirty-five..."

"There are one hundred and two dragon race lords—"

"There are—dragon race city lords—"

The voluntary disclosure of information ended quickly.

Ji Mengjun began to dig deep for important information: "What divine artifacts do the first-rank Heavenly Venerables carry, and what are their effects?"

"If there is a Dharma formation, where is it set up—"

The third-rank realm was considered high-level in the Great Zhou, and even higher in the sect world.

It was only because they entered the Central Dragon Court and encountered such a great melee that they were reduced to pawns, but in reality, they could know a lot of things; at least their usual understanding would not be too bad.

However, at this moment, Bone Thirteen's Fate Soul began to tremble constantly, saying nothing.

Ji Mengjun saw this and quickly extended a finger, tapping lightly.

Bone Thirteen returned to stability.

"Master Ji, what's going on?" Tong Jin asked.

"He has self-destruction means on him." Ji Mengjun pondered for a moment, and the silver chain bells on her wrist shook.

Then, on Bone Thirteen's Fate Soul, nail-like artifacts appeared in many places such as the forehead, lower back, rear shoulder, abdomen, and thighs. The nails were red and blue.

Many thin lines emerged, fluorescent light flowing, intertwined inside and outside Bone Thirteen's soul body, looking very strange.

Everyone was slightly moved.

"Bone Soul Nails?"

"Correct, it is the Bone Soul Nails."

"The Bone Soul Nails are extremely cruel. Every time one is driven in, the soul body feels as if it is suffering a thousand cuts."

"The Bone Soul Nails can destroy the Fate Soul, preventing the Fate Soul from being controlled by others and leaking secrets. Life and death are in the hands of the superior."

"It's not all bad; the Bone Soul Nails can stabilize the Fate Soul, allowing it to go further when the primordial soul leaves the body and withstand stronger attacks."

"How vicious!"

Ji Mengjun looked to the side: "King Shenluo, can you solve it?"

The soul nails were divine weapon artifacts, and the micro-Dharma formations inscribed on them could only be solved by King Shenluo.

However, facing Ji Mengjun's inquiry, King Shenluo said with some shame: "Soul artifacts are rare, and the micro-Dharma formations in soul artifacts are not in my research scope. I am of the Shenluo school—"

The Shenluo school does everything big; how could they study micro-Dharma formations?

It would be different if it were the Dao Soldier school.

"Should I go catch another one?" Ye Yukong said.

"They are not stupid." Tong Jin shook his head.

It was just a sudden arrival, and he was able to catch one.

Now that the people in front had run back, how could they be easily caught alive again?

Ji Mengjun didn't say much. She had intended to destroy Bone Thirteen's Fate Soul directly, but seeing Zhao Xing's thoughtful expression, her eyes moved: "Divine Might Marquis, do you have something to say?"

Zhao Xing said: "I once killed an elder of the White Bone Sect during the turmoil and inadvertently obtained the 'Seven-Star Chart of Bone Soul Nails'. At that time, I saw a nail with stars all over the sky, but I didn't understand what it was, so I just memorized it."

"Now that I hear King Shenluo mention it, I remember. Now that Master Ji is here to suppress the situation, perhaps I can tell him this method and see if it helps."

Zhao Xing had been eating off the Liang King's plate until now, and he could push anything onto him.

King Shenluo, hearing that there was a chance to redeem his image in front of the goddess, immediately said: "If there is a secret method to learn, the chance of success is very high."

Zhao Xing said: "I don't know what will happen, but there is no loss, so let's try."

The micro-Dharma formation composed of the Water-Fire Bone Soul Nails was like the wires inside a bomb.

He didn't have any secret method to tell King Shenluo; he purely knew the solution to the order of pulling out the nails.

When he broke into the Heavenly Craft Hall of the Great Dream Academy, he also memorized the solution and broke through. Of course, the current situation was much more complicated.

Zhao Xing didn't guarantee it would work; after all, if that Purple Bone Heavenly Venerable had changed it slightly, it might be different.

However, there was no loss in trying with Bone Thirteen.

Zhao Xing thought for a moment and stood beside Bone Thirteen's Fate Soul, standing shoulder to shoulder with King Shenluo.

He waved his hand, controlling the Qi of the Five Elements in front of him, pushing aside the other attributes, leaving only water and fire.

Having practiced the Yin-Yang Self-Nature Scripture to the third level, Zhao Xing's control of the Qi of the Five Elements had reached an extremely exquisite level.

The Qi of water and fire was like silk, and soon thirteen nails were replicated.

The nails were composed of Qi, completely simulating the shape and structure of the Bone Soul Nails. Everyone present was high-rank, so it was easy to understand.

"King Shenluo, you need to look at his Fate Soul and the internal organs of his physical body, his whole body's bones, and meridians." Zhao Xing said. "The demon's secret book says that this method is a dual-recovery method for soul and body."

"Hmm." King Shenluo nodded and began to zoom in on his vision, entering the microscopic level.

The nails, which were only the size of a finger, had many starlight points appearing inside, distributed on the uneven surface of the nails.

Zhao Xing also began to recite:

"Bone Soul Nails move the Fate Star, to solve the soul, first restore the main nail."

"If the starlight locks the three soul lines, the cold light suddenly appears to break the clear sky."

"Plant the nails starting from the feet, the dead line often buckles the two shoulders."

"Zhaoyang enters the bucket, the universe is in chaos, close your eyes and enter the netherworld."

As soon as he finished reciting, music master Xiao Huang, occultist Jiang Chuan, and Ye Yukong were all confused, and Tong Jin and Ji Mengjun were also somewhat dazed.

King Shenluo was lost in thought.

However, he didn't think for long before Zhao Xing continued: "There is an annotation in the secret book, which roughly means that the Bone Soul Nails have already moved the Fate Star. To lift the soul control, you must first find the main nail position."

"If even the three souls are locked, there will be cold light flickering in the Qingming acupoint where the physical body and Fate Soul are located. This is the highest-level Bone Soul Nail soul-locking prohibition, not the Water-Fire Soul Nail."

"Soul nails are generally planted starting from the feet. The dead lines produced by starlight illumination are generally buckled on the side from the shoulder to the ribs."

"If the light in the Zhaoyang position shines toward the Big Dipper, and it is solved like this, there is no salvation, which is equivalent to sending people directly to the netherworld (the sect's name for the underworld)."

King Shenluo asked: "Are the soul lines those red and blue lines? What is the dead line?"

Zhao Xing shrugged and said: "That should be it. I don't know about the dead line; it didn't say above."

Actually, it wasn't that it didn't say, but that King Shenluo had to find the pattern of the water and fire Qi attached to the soul lines himself.

If Zhao Xing knew everything, it would be too abnormal; he had to let Old Luo comprehend it himself.

"The foot soul nails correspond to water, the three stars in the upper yuan position, move sixteen stars to the heavy light."

"Shenzhao kidney water, branches from the upper left rib bone to the lower right leg bone, water line Zhaoyang breaks like hair, this is to restore its seven-cut nail position."

"If it is not the seven-cut nail position, the entry and exit nail positions must be quickly corrected, otherwise—"

"Ah!!" Before Zhao Xing finished speaking, Bone Thirteen's Fate Soul and physical body both screamed in pain.

King Shenluo was a bit embarrassed, and Zhao Xing finished reciting with an expressionless face: "Otherwise, it will be painful."

"Ahem, that was the first attempt, let me try again."

"It doesn't matter."

Sharpening the knife does not delay the woodcutter; if they could force out confidential information, their entry into the Dragon-Ascension Platform would be much smoother.

Without intelligence, the seven-person team only had two first-ranks; it was really not enough to fight their way in.

Bone Thirteen was also unlucky.

King Shenluo was indeed a mechanism master, but his specialty was not completely matched. This kind of top-level sect method combined with top-level artifacts made him stumble as he learned.

Zhao Xing was also rote memorizing, and he had to pretend not to understand certain details, letting King Shenluo try it himself.

So Bone Thirteen's screams didn't stop much.

If Zhao Xing was really guessing, he would have died quickly, but Zhao Xing really knew the correct solution.

If King Shenluo made a big mistake, he would have died quickly, but King Shenluo didn't, just small mistakes constantly.

Assuming there was no first-rank Soul Dancer like Ji Mengjun in the team, he would have died quickly, but Ji Mengjun could help him stabilize the Fate Soul.

Encountering such a team, wasn't it just bad luck?

"Kill, kill me, please—"

"Give me a quick death, ah—"

He shouted like this, and Ye Yukong became a bit impatient.

"What are you shouting for? Your voice is like a pig being slaughtered, it's ugly to hear."

"You've cultivated to the third rank, don't you have any willpower as a powerhouse?"

Bone Thirteen:

Are you speaking human language? It's already like this, and you still dislike that I'm not tough enough?!

A bamboo flute appeared in Xiao Huang's hand: "I can play a soul-soothing song, maybe it can make it quiet, which can also make it last longer, giving King Shenluo more time to solve it."

Bone Thirteen completely collapsed.

Two hours later, Bone Thirteen was finally liberated.

The nails in his Fate Soul were really pulled out through the concerted efforts of Zhao Xing, King Shenluo, Ji Mengjun, and Xiao Huang.

After spitting out all the information, Zhao Xing gave him a quick death.

Just like he advised Long Xiao, he would not torture the enemy for the sake of torture. Once he got what he wanted, he naturally gave the enemy a quick death; his mentality could not go wrong.

Speaking of mentality, everyone present except Bone Thirteen was quite happy.

King Shenluo learned a technique, and after knowing the intelligence, the subsequent battles would be much easier for everyone.

"We will enter the Dragon-Ascension Platform from the south side guarded by the White Bone Sect."

"I need about half an hour of undisturbed time to complete the unsealing of the divine artifact."

In December of the third year of Great Governance, with the location of Dragon King Yin Xiu released, plus the reason for this operation.

The rest of the team also knew that Zhao Xing's purpose for this trip was to unseal the dragon race divine artifact.

In the subsequent official records, Ji Si would also write the mission purpose this way, and would not foolishly say that Zhao Xing acted on his own, with the purpose of saving Long Xiao.

"The Purple Bone Heavenly Venerable and Red Bone Heavenly Venerable of the White Bone Sect are both first-rank, with no divine artifacts on them, but they have many second and third ranks."

"Is half an hour the minimum time limit?" Tong Jin asked.

"It might be faster, but I can't say for sure." Zhao Xing said. "However, if it hasn't been done in two hours, it proves there is a problem, and everyone can retreat."

Zhao Xing had to find the corresponding Dragon-Ascension Platform to unlock the fragments of the Dragon Emperor Dharma Code in his hand.

"Understood." Tong Jin nodded.

"No problem." Ji Mengjun nodded. "Although I have no treasures, everything I use is ninth-rank peak. Tong Jin is of the Qi Sect, so he doesn't need any weapons or armor."

Zhao Xing thought for a moment, pushed a box to Ye Yukong, and pointed to a large door on the dragon boat for King Shenluo: "Guard the boat, it's best not to fight. If there are many strong enemies, the Master of Bright Moon Mansion can open this box, and King Shenluo can open this door."

Although they didn't understand why, the two nodded. They thought this was a backup left by Ji Si. In fact, Ji Si didn't know at all. Even Ji Mengjun and Tong Jin didn't know that the box contained 【Limitless Sword Embryo】, and behind that door was 【Giant God Soldier】.

The operation began, and the seven of Zhao Xing sailed into the Dragon-Ascension Platform from the due south.

The Dragon-Ascension Platform area was very large. Because they had caught Bone Thirteen earlier and knew the White Bone Sect's defense deployment, the entry was quite smooth, and they did not alert anyone or the dragon race.

Zhao Xing looked ahead on the flying boat, searching rapidly for the exclusive Dragon-Ascension Platform to unseal the 【Dragon Court Dharma Code Fragment】.

He had two Purple Gold Ancient Coins and one Fortune Coin on him, which had already been activated.

He temporarily entered the Yan Seven state.

Besides that, Ji Mengjun and Tong Jin also had one Fortune Coin each.

Therefore, they rushed all the way to the inner area of the Dragon-Ascension Platform, all safe and sound.

Time passed, and soon it was a quarter of an hour after entering the Dragon-Ascension Platform.

Everyone on the boat was silent, the atmosphere tense to the extreme.

Because during this period, they had brushed past groups of dragon race lords twice, and although they were not discovered,

it was exciting enough.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Xing's voice broke the dull atmosphere.

"Found it, southeast, about eight thousand meters."

King Shenluo immediately steered the dragon boat and flew toward the predetermined direction.

There were many ruins of dragon city buildings below, but the towering Dragon-Ascension Platforms were all intact.

After approaching the destination, they could no longer use high-altitude flight to hide their tracks.

Because they had to go down.

And around this Dragon-Ascension Platform, there was a group of dragon race lords and city lords.

"Swish~"

Ji Mengjun immediately flew out of the dragon boat.

There were about thirty or forty second and third-rank dragon races below in total.

On the way down, the colorful ribbons, the lapels of her robes, and even her shoes all changed color.

Originally, she was a gentle, harmless beauty, but now her temperament had changed, and the aura on her body was majestic and inviolable.

Her figure rotated three times in the air and landed.

"Crack, crack, crack, crack~"

A bone-cracking sound that made people's teeth ache sounded.

A strange scene appeared: the heads of the dragon race lords and city lords below also rotated three times.

At this moment, they collectively twisted their own heads off.

"Ang~"

"Roar!"

Although the physical bodies were dead, the Fate Souls were still alive, and dragon spirits emerged, roaring at the sky.

However, their Fate Soul hissing did not make a substantial sound.

Even the sound of breaking was covered up by a flute sound.

Zhao Xing could clearly see that the sound waves transmitted from Xiao Huang's flute were distorted into a natural sound shield.

Completely covering the twenty miles around the Dragon-Ascension Platform.

"Ding-ling~"

Ji Mengjun danced her wrists. Zhao Xing saw her as if she had shaken a flower hand, and this group of emerging dragon spirits exploded in the next moment.

The battle ended in less than a breath.

No one was alerted.

Swish~

Zhao Xing's main body immediately flew onto the Dragon-Ascension Platform.

He slammed the half-person-high carving board into the center of the Dragon-Ascension Platform.

"Dong~"

The dust was shaken away, and the gravel jumped happily, as if welcoming an old friend who hadn't been seen for a long time.

"Fire change!"

Zhao Xing immediately turned into fire.

"Puff~"

A scratch was cut under his abdomen, and his heart blood flowed out from there, dripping onto the carving board.

Although it was dripping blood drop by drop, Zhao Xing's body size was over a thousand meters at this time, and the blood was also a huge drop.

Soon it gathered into a small stream on the ground, flowing along the patterns on the Dragon-Ascension Platform.

"Boom~~"

Dark clouds like ink pressed heavily on the horizon.

The wind howled, as if blowing the horn of battle.

Xiao Huang's face changed slightly. This vision appeared in an instant, and the 【Sound Flow Domain】 created by his flute sound was actually somewhat unable to suppress it.

"My lord, I can't suppress it."

"Ang~"

The vision in the sky changed. Suddenly, a pillar of light descended from the sky, covering the entire Dragon-Ascension Platform.

Xiao Huang's domain was completely broken.

Ji Mengjun shook her head slightly; she could no longer change the rules of heaven and earth.

At this time, a very terrifying rule of heaven and earth descended above the Dragon-Ascension Platform.

At first, they could still hear Zhao Xing's dragon language chanting, but then it was completely drowned in the pillar of light.

"He has already started the unsealing ceremony." Ji Mengjun scanned the surroundings. "Prepare for battle."

No need for more words, the six people immediately performed their duties, guarding the Dragon-Ascension Platform.

Such a disturbance could definitely not be suppressed.

They could feel that the powerhouses of the White Bone Sect and many dragons were rushing here.

"Crack, crack, crack, crack~"

On the stone platform, cracks appeared on the carving board, and the shell skin debris slowly fell off.

Zhao Xing looked down. A piece of the gray-black shell skin on the carving board was missing, revealing the golden light inside,

and dragon-shaped phantoms flashed vaguely.

"According to the current bloodletting speed, it will take a little more than a quarter of an hour to unseal." After calculating the time, Zhao Xing

continued to chant the Dharma spell with his main body, and at the same time immediately sent a clone to walk out of the boat to notify Ji Mengjun and the others of the time.

Zhao Xing lowered his head to take a look; a piece of the grey-black shell on the engraving was missing, revealing the golden radiance within.

A faint, dragon-shaped phantom flickered into view.

"At the current rate of bloodletting, it will take just over a quarter of an hour to unseal," Zhao Xing calculated the time.

His main body continued to chant the incantation while he immediately sent a clone out from the ship to notify Ji Mengjun and the others.