Martial Arts: Starting with Upgrading the Dilapidated Temple

Chapter 130 Burning the Flute (3k)

He did not make a cut on the skeleton.

He drew his sword against Bone Mother.

The ground shattered underfoot.

Jingtao's footsteps created a series of cracking sounds on the slag heap of the Gobi Desert.

The figure swept past the side of the white skeleton—the skeleton's attack speed couldn't keep up with the movement of the cultivator at the Opening Aperture Realm, and the sweeping attack missed.

Twenty zhang shrunk to five zhang.

Five zhang shrank to two zhang.

The bone maiden's rosary beads started spinning faster.

Another skeleton emerged from the ground and stood in front of him.

Xu Hao punched him.

A full-force punch from the Iron Bone Realm.

The ribcage of the skeleton exploded open from the middle.

Rib fragments flew everywhere. The bone fire struggled for two breaths on the fragments before going out.

The fist pierced through the skeletal remains, carrying its momentum straight for the Bone Maiden's chest.

Bone Girl's reaction was incredibly fast.

She leaned back until her body was almost parallel to the ground, and the force of the punch passed three inches above the tip of her nose.

As the bone maiden fell backward, she braced herself with her right hand, and the finger bone rosary slipped from her hand and flew out.

The rosary exploded, and twelve finger bones lined up in the air, each wrapped in bone fire, shooting towards Xu Hao's face.

The angle is tricky, and it follows a curve that gets very close to the face.

Xu Hao tilted his head.

Two finger bones flew past his ear, and the bone fire singed a few strands of hair at his temple.

The remaining ten were scattered by a sweep of his right arm.

Bone Lady used this half-breath to turn over and create distance.

not enough.

Xu Hao's feet didn't stop.

With each step of the Surging Waves Step, a spiderweb-like crack appeared around the slag heap.

With a perfected Iron Bone Realm physique, one is immune to any debuffs in the restricted mining area, allowing for full output of speed and explosive power.

Bone Girl was being beaten and suppressed.

Her bone magic system has an inherent advantage in ranged attacks and control; flute spoofing and skeletal consumption are both methods of slowly wearing down opponents by creating distance.

But Xu Hao didn't give her a chance to pull away.

The knife is here.

The techniques of the Devouring Sea Blade are not complicated; in fact, they can be described as simple.

Horizontal slash, vertical cleave, sweep, and flick are all the most basic sword techniques.

But each strike was imbued with the resonance of the Iron Bone Realm's bones.

Where the blade passes, it doesn't cut, it pulverizes.

The air was compressed, producing a continuous hissing sound, like a red-hot iron bar being thrown into the snow.

Bone Girl took out a second white bone short blade from her sleeve to parry.

The blade touched the Sea Devouring Blade.

The short blade cracked from the edge to the base, and fragments flew all over the ground.

With the combined effects of extreme cold and yin energy, and bone resonance, the barbarian bone weapons were no different from paper in the face of this kind of output.

Bone Girl, retreat.

Xu Haojin.

Within five steps, the bone maiden's scale-covered robe was torn open in three places by the wind of the blade: her left rib, right arm, and lower back.

The fur coat was torn, but the skin was only scratched with shallow white marks.

The Bone Witch's body, tempered by bone fire over many years, possesses a resilience far exceeding that of ordinary people.

But she couldn't catch the fourth cut.

The Devouring Sea Blade slashed diagonally from the right, and she blocked it with her forearm.

The bone fire solidified into armor on the surface of the arm bone.

not enough.

The blade struck the bonefire armor, shattering a layer of it.

A dull thud came from the forearm bone, and the entire arm bent half an inch in an abnormal direction.

Bone Lady grunted, grabbed the bone flute from her waist with her left hand, and used the flute's tail forward as a short weapon to block the attack.

Xu Hao's pupils contracted slightly.

Bone flute.

The compass vibrated in my mind.

The reaction was faster than his consciousness—the light spot locked onto the bone flute, and its brightness increased sharply.

The signal for the fourth incomplete chapter is here.

His swordplay changed.

It's no longer a simple horizontal or vertical slash.

The trajectory of the Devouring Sea Blade changed in the next move, with the back of the blade facing outwards and the edge retracting inwards.

It's not about cutting, it's about teasing.

He touched her wrist.

The goal changed from "defeat the Bone Girl" to "steal the Bone Flute".

Bone Girl understood the intention behind this strike.

His purple eyes narrowed abruptly.

She is not afraid of losing.

The barbarians were less concerned with victory and defeat than the warriors of Daheng. If they couldn't win, they would run away and save their lives to come back next time.

But she was afraid of having her things taken away.

The blade reached the outside of the wrist.

Bone Maiden did not dodge.

She made a move that thwarted Xu Hao's prediction—not retreating, but charging forward.

He crawled forward, his whole body pressed against the blade, and his left shoulder rested on the back of the Devouring Sea Blade.

Extreme cold and malevolent energy exploded on her shoulder, completely shattering the left shoulder of her scale-covered robe, and the exposed skin instantly covered with a layer of white frost.

She doesn't care.

His left hand—the hand already injured by the shock—gripped the bone flute tightly and pulled it towards his chest.

Cover it with your right hand.

Bone fire surged from all ten fingers simultaneously.

It wasn't an attack. It was self-immolation.

The pale bone fire enveloped the bone flute, and the temperature soared to an unbelievable level in an instant.

The patterns on the surface of the bone flute twisted, melted, and disintegrated in the flames.

Xu Hao paused for a moment.

He saw the aura within the bone flute, which shared the same origin as the Martial Ancestor's Nine Divine Skills, struggling within the bone fire.

A faint, dark silver light emerged from the flute holes, forced to scatter wildly by the pale white flames.

He made a move.

He reached out with his left hand to grab the bone flute.

The corners of Bone Girl's mouth curled into a smile.

He pushed off the ground with his right foot and stepped back, while simultaneously shattering the bone flute with a forceful push of both hands.

It wasn't broken in two.

It exploded from the inside, turning into a cloud of grayish-white powder, which was burned by the bone fire until not even a trace remained.

Powder was thrown up.

Mixed with dark silver specks of light, they scattered in the morning breeze of the Crimson Sands.

Xu Hao's left hand grasped at empty air.

The lingering warmth of the bone flute ash and a faint, fleeting trace of the fragments remained between my fingers.

Then his breath stopped.

Clean and tidy, nothing is left.

The price has come.

Bone Lady's body trembled violently.

Blood gushed from her mouth and nose at the same time—not red, but grayish-white turbid blood, mixed with bone fragments.

The bone flute is her heirloom, which she has practiced with her cultivation techniques for many years.

Destroying the bone flute is like cutting a piece out of your own body.

Bone Girl's knees bent slightly, but she braced herself again.

The remaining bone fire on the soles of her feet ignited, propelling her body northeastward.

They left in a very disheveled state.

The tattered leather robe trailed on the slag-covered ground, its left shoulder to lower back riddled with cuts from the wind, and white frost still clung to the exposed skin of the shoulder blades, unmelted.

But she didn't turn around.

Xu Hao stood still.

The ashes of the bone flute in his hand were scattered by the morning breeze, and the grayish-white powder fell into the gaps in the slag. The dark silver light flashed twice and then went out.

The signal from the fourth incomplete chapter completely disappeared from his consciousness.

The compass light dimmed, the needle swung around a few times, and then came to rest.

Gone.

She would rather lose 30% of her bone magic and become half a cripple than let him get this thing.

Xu Hao looked down at his outstretched left hand.

Nothing was left, which was quite neat.

He put away the Sea-Devouring Blade.

Look up and face northeast.

The Bone Maiden's figure had shrunk to a grayish-white dot.

The speed was still decreasing, and the thrust of the bone fire couldn't sustain it for long. With each distance she flew, the phosphorescence under her feet thinned.

The energy of bone magic is plummeting, and the cost of destroying the bone flute is being realized all at once.

At this rate, she won't last more than twenty miles before she has to land.

But we can't catch up.

Xu Hao took three steps forward and then stopped.

Mineral vein restricted area.

The efficiency of the Qi circulation is 40%.

The Surging Waves Step is a movement technique driven by Qi and blood; each step requires consuming internal energy to activate the meridians.

Running on this ground, his speed is not as fast as that of the Inner Strong Realm on flat ground.

The bone resonance of the Iron Bone Realm allows him to strike without breaking his own body, but it doesn't allow him to fly.

It was no coincidence that Bone Girl chose to run away.

She used bone magic from beginning to end, ignoring the suppression of mineral veins. Her movement method was bone fire propulsion, not meridians.

When it comes to escaping, she naturally has the advantage over him.

Two hundred feet away, Bone Mother stopped.

She was bent over, one hand resting on her knee, the other hand—injured by the shock—dangling limply and unable to exert any force.

Mixed with grayish-white turbid blood, it flowed from the corner of his mouth all the way down to his chin, dripping onto the slag and emitting tiny wisps of white smoke.

She turned her head.

"You won this round."

The voice came from the wind, hoarse and dry, interrupted once, and he swallowed blood before continuing.

Xu Hao didn't respond.

Bone Girl straightened her back, moving very slowly, her spine arching upwards segment by segment.

"But you can't hold all the nails."

The tone of this sentence is different from the previous one.

It's not a threat, it's not a harsh statement.

She was stating something she believed was bound to happen.

Xu Hao's gaze shifted slightly.

"The one from Zezhou."

Bone Girl wiped the corner of her mouth with her sleeve.

The cuffs were already torn, and after wiping them, the blood and rags mixed together, making it look even worse.

"It's not my people moving. Nor is it the Wusheng Sect." She paused for a moment.

"They are your own people from Daheng."

"The Bureau of Astronomical Observation"

The three words landed.

Bone Mother didn't say anything more.

Her figure disappeared behind the sand dunes.

The Imperial Observatory, the emperor's henchmen.

A special intelligence agency dedicated to monitoring all martial artists and supernatural beings in the world.

Why did they need to move the Dragon-Suppressing Nail?

This question spun in Xu Hao's mind for a moment, and it resonated with information about the "Jiazi Rebellion" sixty years ago.

Emperor Heng was obsessed with immortality and sacrificed a city using forbidden techniques.

What is an emperor who can sacrifice a city that he is not capable of?

Pull out the dragon-suppressing nail and release the sealed dragon.

What if the "dragon at the peak of the Shattered Realm" that Bone Lady mentioned possesses the secret to immortality?

There wasn't time to think it through.

Something went wrong with my foot.

The bone flute ash scattered in the slag crevice is seeping into the ground.

It wasn't natural seepage; it was absorbed. The dark silver specks of light remaining in the ash reacted the instant they came into contact with the underground mineral vein.

The ground began to shake.

It wasn't the bone resonance from the Prison Suppression Technique; it was the entire mineral vein beneath his feet that was spontaneously vibrating.

Starting from the center of the ruins of Burial Dragon City, ancient inscriptions lit up in concentric circles.

The stone tower, the passageway, and the partially weathered inscriptions on the collapsed curved walls all gleamed with a dark golden light.

The frequency of the light resonated with the metallic patterns in his bones.

It wasn't a deliberate exertion of energy.

It was this relic that actively responded to the aura of the Prison Suppression Technique and the incomplete Nine Cuts of Wuwang within his body, while the lingering aftertaste of the fourth part of the incomplete chapter remaining in the bone flute ashes became the catalyst.

Three different martial ancestral auras appeared simultaneously in one location.

The City of Burial Dragons has awakened.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the scroll of the blessed land suddenly unfolded.

[Discovering a High-Level Blessed Land: Dragon Burial City (Ancient Ruins)]

[Binding condition: Practice the martial arts techniques inherited from the Martial Ancestor. (Meeting condition)]

[Special Note: Earth Vein Integrity: 87%. The aura of the Martial Ancestor is strong. If the binding is successful, the seal will be continuously strengthened.]

Xu Hao stood in the morning light of the ruins.

The mine beneath his feet was still humming, and the dark gold light of the ancient inscriptions reflected on his face.

The bone flute is destroyed, and the signal for the fourth incomplete part is cut off.

But Zanglongcheng survived.

He looked down at the cracks in the rubble beneath his feet.

The bone flute ash had completely seeped into the earth's strata, and dark silver specks of light flickered faintly in the veins, as if swallowed by this land, unable to be digested or expelled.

The remaining information from the fourth incomplete chapter is locked within the ley lines of the Burial Dragon City.

A line of text on the scroll is still waiting for his reply.

Xu Hao looked at the stable and bright secondary nail of Shuozhou on the Six Nails Suppressing Dragon Map, and then glanced at the light spot in the direction of Zezhou that had begun to flicker slightly.

Flashing frequency: once every ten breaths.

Someone has just started making a move.

The Bureau of Astronomical Observation.

"Bind," he said.