NFBE Chapter 195 The Dust of Burning Bones
Chapter 195 The Dust of Burning Bones
The Zhou family mansion was hidden in a dark corner.
Ying Zheng faintly heard the sound of a silk scroll being torn apart coming from the depths of the void!
It was as if someone was smashing the bamboo slips filled with destiny to pieces.
The voice, sometimes aged, sometimes childish, was unclear—"Have the descendants of Ji Fa really fallen to such a state?"
Ying Zheng flicked the sword with his finger, and the Netherfire flowed upstream along the line of destiny!
It was that same voice again—"Using the Book of Changes to tamper with cause and effect, turning our clansmen into keys... What exactly does the Zhou family want to unlock?"
Who are you? And why can these black flames harm me?
Ying Zheng did not show himself, but continued to secretly observe the monster, ignoring the strange voice.
In the courtyard of the mansion.
The echoes of Zhou Zhenyang's heart-wrenching roar reverberated.
This two-meter-tall giant was now curled up in a fetal position!
His spine split open with a pale white seam, and sections of bronze vertebrae were growing under the "blood sacrifice".
Those vertebrae were inscribed with familiar cuneiform script—the inscriptions for hatching the Black King's eggs!
"I dedicate my very blood and flesh to His Majesty Nidhogg, who is supreme power and supreme virtue..."
These spinal spurs actually emitted a black aura, accompanied by a buzzing bell sound!
Is that so? Or perhaps?
"Word of Power: Commandments!"
"When you hear the bell, kneel down!" — Nicolas Flamel.
The purple fire alchemy furnace formed by "Word of Power: Heaven and Earth as Furnace" instantly disintegrated and turned into purple ashes.
Jiang Cheng suddenly staggered and fell to his knees, using the God-Slaying Whip to support himself.
On his wrist, bluish-black snake patterns appeared, and his silvery-white blood was gradually turning into crimson gold.
Jiang Cheng noticed that the jade pendant at his waist had cracked, revealing half of a jade scepter inside—this was a fragment of the bronze sacred tree he had seen in the Sanxingdui underground palace, which had somehow appeared here.
Jiang Cheng's inner monologue: "Could this have been arranged by Zhou Mingrui?"
In the shadows, in the nooks and crannies.
That voice appeared in Ying Zheng's ears again—"
I saw it! I saw it!
That's it!
He swung his sword, severing the threads of fate binding the Zhou family. Those gods and immortals, the so-called Investiture of the Gods, were nothing but…
Before Ying Zheng could finish listening to the voice's rambling... a deafening dragon roar suddenly resounded through the sky!
The two-headed dragon corpse has completely broken free from the coffin's restraints!
The bronze sundial held in the mouth of the dragon in the east began to reverse!
The Western dragon claw, holding a Roman water clock in its palm, spins rapidly.
Two distinct forces of time collide in the center of the courtyard, causing ripples to spread across the space like crumpled rice paper.
"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!" The phone in my pocket vibrated.
Xia Mi's phone suddenly rang again.
The moment Ying Zheng answered the call, he seemed to hear Chen Motong's voice and thought to himself, "It seems Xia Mi really didn't lie to me. Jiu Deya and Chen Motong are indeed waiting for me at home."
Xia Mi: "Boss, in the living room, on the sofa, the guy sitting there... no, Old Tang, he's acting really strange right now!"
He bit his finger and was drawing on the little golden egg with his finger.
Senior Aki said, "What is this... a blood sacrifice ceremony from the Western Zhou Dynasty..."
Xia Mi, almost enduring her physical discomfort, reported the situation to Ye Jingchen.
Not only her, but Fenrir, the burly and simple-minded man, also looked unwell. He couldn't even enjoy his potato chips and cartoons anymore, and curled up on the sofa with his head in his hands.
As for the big black egg, it was shaking on the sofa, as if it was extremely angry!
The Zhou family residence, inside the courtyard.
The bronze compass in Jiang Chenghuai suddenly burst forth with a bright light!
The compass at the center spun wildly.
Ultimately, it pointed to the white king's mark between Ying Zheng's eyebrows.
Countless fragments of memory, like a tidal wave, flooded into Ying Zheng's mind:
The Battle of Muye was a bloodbath filled with oracle bone script.
The bronze chessboard in the tomb of King You, where he played chess with Bao Si.
There's also the small knife Norton was wiping in his "villa" in Beiping—the handle of which was clearly engraved with the characters "Duke of Zhou"!
“No wonder there’s Norton’s presence!” Ying Zheng murmured.
The moonlight shone on the bronze sundial, making it look like it was shattering into ice crystals.
Jiang Cheng gazed at the compass needle, reflecting the moonlight and the white light pulsating between his brows.
I suddenly remembered that young man in the courtyard house of Beiping who always loved to wipe his folding knife.
Back then, Norton was still called Old Tang, and he was a bounty hunter.
Old Tang's fingers had been cut thirteen times by the blade of that small knife.
Every time, it's the same spot!
Jiang Cheng's inner monologue: "So the bounty hunter's blood droplet never actually fell to the ground."
Instead, it seeped into this murder weapon, engraved with the name "Duke of Zhou," following the thread of fate from three thousand years ago.
Why would he do that?
This ritual is more inclined to resurrect Nidhogg, the Black King!
Aren't the four monarchs all mortal enemies of the Black King?
Jiang Cheng frowned in confusion, completely baffled.
He let the torrent of memories wash over his striking, golden-rimmed purple eyes.
In the dark corners and hidden alleys.
The mark of the White King seemed to be burning on Ying Zheng's forehead.
Those oracle bone inscriptions floating in the folds of time and space seem to have suddenly come to life, transforming into a swarm of black butterflies that rush towards the Roman water clock held in the head of a western dragon...
With the aid of the White King's Mark, Ying Zheng naturally witnessed this peculiar scene.
Inner monologue: "Hmm? Isn't this eerie voice on the same side as that two-headed dragon corpse?"
The Zhou family residence, inside the courtyard.
After transforming into a dragon, Zhou Zhenyang's spine has grown to the seventh vertebra!
On the surface of each bronze bone fragment, there were raised tumors the size of an infant's fist!
Upon closer inspection, those tumors were actually—curled-up dragon-shaped embryos!
When he chanted the name of Nidhogg in ancient and obscure dragon script!
In an instant, everyone present smelled the rusty scent of the bronze city at the bottom of the Three Gorges—the scent of the prison that Norton had personally built.
Jiang Cheng suddenly sprang up, his white robes fluttering, and threw away the broken fishing rod!
Grasp the God-Slaying Whip with both hands!
The ultimate form of the God-Slaying Whip, which is four meters long, seems to have melted into liquid bronze in his palm, becoming incredibly soft!
Jiang Cheng followed the veins of the snake venom upstream, his arms covered with bulging, dark blood vessels, resembling a black snake.
The crimson-gold blood vaporized the moment it touched the God-Slaying Whip!
A purple mist formed, enveloping Jiang Cheng's entire body!
That voice, sometimes aged, sometimes childish, rang in Ying Zheng's ears once again—
I recognized it at a glance!
This is the Jiang family's secret "corpse dissection technique"!
Back then, Jiang Ziya used this technique to refine dragon blood and mercury into an elixir of immortality!
Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng did not entirely believe it, but murmured to himself:
"Although I have never been in close contact with Jiang Ziya, he is a mixed-race person who has gone down in history and is famous in the mythological era."
Would they also be obsessed with immortality?
Was it for himself, or for King Wu of Zhou? Or perhaps for King Wen of Zhou…?
Outside the house, in the yard.
Jiang Cheng's roar rang out again, interrupting Ying Zheng's thoughts!
"The Big Dipper Subdues Demons - Heavenly Transformation!"
Facing Zhou Zhenyang, who was using blood, Jiang Cheng directly bit his tongue and spat out a mist of blood!
The seven dragon pillars that had sprung up from the ground exploded instantly!
The fragments of these dragon-shaped pillars form a constellation of the Twenty-Eight Mansions in the air!
The moment the Purple Palace (Ziwei Yuan) lights up!
Jiang Cheng seemed to hear the sound of the bronze tree from Sanxingdui growing in the void—
The half of the jade scepter was currently at Jiang Cheng's waist, radiating a blue halo, but it was gradually dimming...
The two-headed dragon corpse let out a painful roar in the face of Jiang Cheng's Star Constellation Killing Move!
Thin wisps of black mist began to emanate from the two-headed dragon corpse, and its blood, as black as ink, began to evaporate!
The sundial held in the head of the Eastern dragon suddenly reversed its pointer!
The skin of the Zhou family's mixed-race individuals around them was visibly aging!
Just as wrinkles began to creep up the corners of the eyes of these Zhou family mixed-race individuals.
The bronze compass in Jiang Chenghuai suddenly emitted a bright light.
The compass on the compass transformed into a phantom of a dragon holding a candle, crashing into the sundial in the mouth of the two-headed dragon corpse—
The scene from the mythological era is being recreated once again; there's nothing new under the sun!
This is recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas as "Zhulong Controlling the Time"!
"Ding-dong chicken! Ding-dong chicken!"
Amidst the temporal turbulence, Xia Mi's scream, carried by the radio waves, pierced Ying Zheng's eardrums:
"Boss! Old Tang drew the Battle of Muye on the eggshell!"
I carried the black egg into your bedroom.
Right now, those lines of blood are flowing... towards your bedroom!
What should we do, boss?
Ying Zhenggang answered the phone and, upon hearing Xia Mi's reply, froze for a moment: "..."
"Xia Mi, don't rush. You can run a little further away with the black egg in your arms!"
"I'll rush home as soon as I've finished dealing with things here!"
Xia Mi: "Okay! Boss, I'll do whatever you say!"
"Beep beep..."
Before the call was even disconnected, Ying Zheng, still on the phone, charged towards the two-headed dragon corpse while carrying Wuming!
Ying Zheng murmured, "While the two-headed dragon corpse's attention is still on Jiang Cheng, let's catch it off guard!"
In an instant, it transformed into a black afterimage and appeared in front of the two-headed dragon corpse!
Ying Zheng suddenly swung his sword, severing the neck of the western dragon head that was wrapped around it!
The two-headed dragon corpse was merely a Western dragon head; it turned its head and glanced at Wuming.
The nameless sword stopped thirty centimeters in front of his neck, unable to go any further!
With no one around, Ying Zheng instantly ignited his Netherfire!
The ghostly fire burned against the current of cause and effect, and the acrid smell of burning silk scrolls wafted from the depths of the void!
Those bamboo slips filled with destiny are collapsing.
Seeing that he couldn't cut off the neck, Ying Zheng turned his sword and thrust it at the object the man was holding!
When the nameless sword pierced the water clock held by the western dragon's claws!
The hazy light on the water began to dim.
Ying Zheng finally saw it clearly, finally saw it clearly: inside the pendulum was actually half a bronze tree branch—the remains of the Jianmu tree, which originated from the same source as Jiang Chengyu's jade pendant!
The phone in Ying Zheng's pocket made a sound at that moment:
"Commissioner Ye, you need to hurry! The blood sacrifice ceremony must be completed!"
A gasp from Shuto Aki, mixed with static, came through the phone:
"During the Western Zhou Dynasty, those so-called noble families used this ritual to refine living people into..."
The two-headed dragon corpse, seeing that the water bell in its hand had been damaged, instantly let out a dragon roar:
"Shout!"
The dragon's roar drowned out the rest of what Jiudeyaji had to say.
At this moment, Zhou Zhenyang's back was fully extended!
The nine bronze spine sections unfold like a peacock spreading its tail!
The tumors on each joint burst open at the same time!
Nine dragon servants, resembling ouroboros, emerged!
They form a ring, head to tail, projecting a huge World Tree totem onto the ground.
The fact that one side has more people standing than the other symbolizes the World Tree, representing a balance of withered and thriving.
The star chart on the compass in Jiang Cheng's hand suddenly dimmed under the influence of the dragon's roar!
He staggered and knelt on one knee, crimson blood mist gushing from all seven orifices at the same time!
Jiang Cheng, just like Zhou Zhenyang, also began reciting the dragon's language:
"My intentions, cold stars, are unseen by you. I offer my blood to Xuanyuan..."
The crimson-gold blood mist condensed into blood beads in the air and floated there.
They automatically arranged themselves into the patterns of the Hetu and Luoshu.
This is a divination method even older than the Book of Changes. In the shadowy history of the Dragon Kingdom, it is said to record the secret ritual of the Black King's resurrection!
That voice, sometimes aged, sometimes childish, rang in Ying Zheng's ears once again—
"So the Jiang family were the tomb keepers."
The voice from the depths of fate suddenly became clear, carrying the hoarse sound of bronze being rubbed together.
"What King Wu obtained when he conquered King Zhou was not the Investiture of the Gods, but Nidhogg's..."
Ying Zheng had no mind to calm down and listen to this guy's ramblings; he was facing the roar of the two-headed dragon corpse at close range.
Right now, I just feel an itch in my eardrums!
He raised his hand and twisted Wuming!
Suddenly, the nameless sword emitted a deafening sword cry!
The sword reflected a stunning image:
The floor in the living room of a "villa" in Beiping is cracking!
Chen Motong's golden eyes illuminated the underground chamber—
There stands a bronze coffin identical to the one used by the Zhou family, with a relief carving of Norton playing chess with the Duke of Zhou prominently displayed on the lid!
Ying Zheng felt like he was seeing things, and muttered to himself, "When did this thing appear in the basement?"
At this moment, the water bell in the Western Dragon Claw's hand smashed towards Ying Zheng's chest!
Ying Zheng was about to parry and deflect the dragon's claws when he suddenly realized something!
It felt as if cement had been poured into the area around him, making it difficult to move his limbs!
Ying Zheng thought to himself, "This is bad: a domain-based ability! Is it the power of words, or alchemy?"
There was a loud bang!
The water clock struck Ying Zheng's chest, producing a dull metallic sound!
Ying Zheng didn't overestimate himself this time!
In that instant, they unleashed all their means, no longer caring whether their identities were exposed.
"Word of Power - Immortality!" A faint metallic luster began to appear on the skin beneath the fiery cloud robe.
"Word of Power - Moment!" The faster one's speed, the better.
"Word of Power: Sword Control!" He tried to control the Nameless One to stand in front of him.
"Alchemy, conceptual weaponry!" The armor is assembled.
"Alchemy - Space Creation!" Attempt to distort the space in front of me to stop the water clock from striking.
"Battle God Body - Survival of the Fittest!" This enhances defense once again.
The water clock gradually magnified in Ying Zheng's pupils...