Chapter 100 100 The burning pain of the chain reminds me again...

September 26, the first year of the Aura Recovery, the burial place of the gods in the demiplane.

Baril accepted the mission report with an almost indifferent calmness, but when Hao Ruishi mentioned that the phoenix failed to kill Gu Minghui, a subtle doubt flashed across his eyes.

However, Gu Minghui, who carried the Yinglong fragment, had improved his strength, and with the protection of combat personnel sent by the Alien Bureau, the failure of the assassination was barely reasonable.

The fallen archangel glanced at the immortal bird standing beside him, always as calm as a machine, and shook his wings covered with black feathers.

Forget it, Phoenix's skills are not so easy to crack. It is understandable that there are some mistakes in the action.

On the other side, although Ning Changkong appeared calm, his body was silently suffering from severe pain.

[Tian Luan] drew a huge amount of spiritual energy to the burial ground of the gods. For the monks who pursue power, this should have been the holy land of cultivation they had always dreamed of.

However, Ning Changkong had to carefully control his breathing at this moment, and even hold his breath from time to time, so as to prevent the inhaled spiritual energy from further intensifying the conflict between the phoenix spiritual power and the evil energy in his body.

The two forces clashed violently in his body, like two wild storms colliding with each other. They raged through his meridians, tearing out waves of blunt pain.

In order to maintain his flawless appearance, he had to consume a large amount of spiritual energy in the transformation technique, which made the balance of power in his body precarious. His physical strength, which had been greatly consumed in the previous battle, was further overdrawn and approached the limit.

The dizziness kept coming like a tide, making it almost impossible for him to stand still. It was as if a layer of black mist was shrouding his eyes.

The voice of Hollius's report became blurred in his ears. He had difficulty concentrating on listening, and was even less able to perceive Baril's subtle reactions and observe whether the other party had noticed his flaw.

Ning Changkong didn't want to do anything now. He just wanted to take off all his disguises, find a quiet corner, eat something hot quietly, and then lie down and take a nap.

When he was in the Bird Tribe, Qing Geng always urged him to eat and discussed with the chef of Linghuang Mansion how to match his meals. Ning Changkong always complained about the trouble and said that it would be better to start fasting as soon as possible. Anyway, he couldn't eat much, so he might as well spend his time on work.

Now, he has to pretend to be an immortal bird that can survive without food. In order not to reveal his flaws, he has to force himself to fast, and now he has no chance to eat even if he wants to.

Hao Ruishi, holding the scepter, had quietly left at some point, and Baril had already walked away. Ning Changkong came to his senses and followed Baril quietly.

The black giant shadow of [Tianluo] kept expanding and approaching before his eyes, like a mountain about to collapse, oppressing his every sense.

The suspenseful wait finally came to an end, the second shoe finally dropped, and the anxiety and tension that had lasted for several days reached its peak at this moment.

Ning Changkong's heartbeat was as fast as a drum, and his muscles were tense, ready to respond to his brain's instructions at any time. But amidst this tension, he unexpectedly felt a strange calmness, as if he had found a peaceful place in the center of the storm.

Once a person starts to be unlucky, there is really no end to his misfortunes.

Baril brought him to [Tianjue] with familiarity and casually pointed out several key locations that would trigger the outbreak of evil energy.

Ning Changkong cooperated by extending his hand, closing his eyes, mobilizing his spiritual power, and carefully contacting [Tian Lu] through his spiritual power.

At the moment of contact, his heart suddenly tightened, as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand. The ancient key turned in the invisible keyhole, and his body, which was already at the limit, seemed to have become part of the machine, forced to move to the rhythm of [Destiny].

The last bit of spiritual power in the body was ruthlessly drained away. The balance of power was completely broken at this moment, followed by a severe pain that almost tore the soul apart.

Time seemed to slow down suddenly, and his senses were infinitely magnified. Ning Changkong felt as if his existence had been crushed or his blood was burning.

A few days ago, Phoenix's bedroom.

"If Baril orders you to control [Destiny], the biggest challenge is that you must always stay conscious and not let the transformation spell fail." Chu Qingge analyzed calmly.

Ning Changkong lowered his eyes and thought: The reason why Phoenix fell into a state of "pseudo-death" that required Nirvana Fire to repair was because it was forcibly carrying an incompatible Phoenix Heart, and its mind was overloaded after a brief connection.

In the mind connection, Ning Changkong asked Phoenix: "Are you using the pain stimulation caused by mental overload to prolong the time of consciousness?"

Chu Qingge interrupted: "You and Phoenix Heart are very compatible. Even if this method works for Phoenix, it may not work for you."

Phoenix said calmly, "No. That's too inefficient."

"——The most efficient way is to directly inject the evil energy into the circulatory system and rely on the conflict between the phoenix spiritual power and the evil energy to maintain sanity."

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The burning pain inside reminded him of the existence of his body, anchoring his consciousness firmly in reality and preventing it from being dispersed by the surging flow of information.

The evil spirit that was specially injected before coming to Baril showed its presence clearly, and together with the phoenix spirit power, it used the body as a battlefield and ravaged it recklessly. Ning Changkong was somewhat curious about how his body had been destroyed by these two forces, leaving it in a bloody mess.

It really hurts.

He really wanted to say "fight it out" and drive these two energies out of his body.

He wanted to dig open his chest and throw out that dirty heart, or drain his blood, which was now filled with evil spirits, to end this endless torture.

But it doesn't work.

I must...I must pretend to be an insensitive shell, locking all the storms of chaos and conflict firmly inside my body, not letting them leak out in the slightest.

The hands of the Alchemical Body cannot tremble, and the Alchemical Body will not vomit blood due to pain.

A spell had been placed on his throat to seal the blood from flowing into his mouth and nose, but he could still hear the sound of liquid filling up in his throat, and he couldn't help but wonder if his internal organs were beginning to break apart under the heavy pressure.

But it doesn’t matter… As long as the Nirvana Fire is there and as long as there is no fatal damage, it can be repaired.

After all, the body you have taken is a one-time, short-term item, so just make sure it doesn't become unusable before the mission is completed. Completing the mission is the most important thing.

Ning Changkong counted over and over again, counting the places that would be affected by the evil spirit, preparing to inform the public in the future, while at the same time always paying attention to whether his disguise technique had failed.

He silently recalled the control techniques that Phoenix had taught him, and quietly purified some of the places that were previously contaminated by evil spirits, removing those unclean auras one by one.

No matter how much power ravaged this body, he had to remain calm and maintain control.

...It's okay, it's just pain. He will survive, Ning Changkong tried to tell himself.

Just need a little more patience.

His mind was filled with chaotic thoughts and complex information that [Divine Judgment] kept sending back. This information was like a surging tide, impacting his reason wave after wave.

However, the excruciating pain that tore through his body was like a solid anchor, firmly anchoring his collapsing consciousness to the edge of reality. Whenever he was about to fall into the abyss of unconsciousness, the pain would always pull him back in time.

...How absurd it is that he has to rely on excruciating pain to pretend that he has an alchemical body without any feelings.

Finally, it's all over.

After experiencing extreme stress, there was a clear and persistent pain in the heart, accompanied by palpitations, as if the body was silently protesting against the heavy burden it had just borne.

Ning Changkong's spirit wavered in extreme fatigue, lingering on the vague boundary between half asleep and half awake.

Amid the irregular heartbeat in his ears, he heard Baril's satisfied voice: "Well done."

The long-lost ones didn't die halfway, so they did a good job.

An hour later, in Chi Zhaoming's office.

As Gu Minghui and others closed the door quietly, the office returned to peace. Chi Zhaoming raised his head, his eyes revealing obvious disapproval: "I don't recommend you do this. Not only will it increase your workload, it will also bring additional risks."

"The Phoenix is ​​not stronger than me. I know my limits." Ning Changkong responded lightly, his tone revealing confidence. "Even if I can't beat them, I am confident that I can lead them to escape."

Hearing this, Chi Zhaoming raised his eyebrows, as if recalling Lin Jinsong's "death" half a year ago. Ning Changkong had been vaguely hinting that he had left on his own initiative and returned to the Hundred Birds because of the revival of his spiritual energy. But according to the situation at the time, Lin Jinsong did suffer a lot at the hands of the Immortal Bird.

Ning Changkong lowered his head and took a sip of tea, then slowly realized that his body had no feeling. Although he had left the tortured body, his mind seemed to still be immersed in the pain just now.

Alas, this job is not something a human can do, it hurts both the body and the mind. Ning Changkong put down the teacup, recalling how he had just managed to get back to the room with his last bit of strength, and how he had convulsed and vomited blood all over the floor.

There is no need to feel sorry for the phoenix blood, because it has been contaminated by evil spirits and must be unusable.

Feng Huang didn't seem to notice Chi Zhaoming's suspicious look and calmly adjusted her clothes.

He broke the silence in a casual tone, as if he was just talking about something trivial: "By the way, I saw that Gu Minghui's sword was damaged today. I happen to have some high-quality materials here. You can use them to forge a sword for him."

"You're still the same." Chi Zhaoming smiled and deliberately teased, "You only gave it to Minghui. Isn't that a bit biased?"

Ning Changkong tilted his head and seriously considered the possibility of sharing it with others: "Of course, if others need it, I can also provide it. But I'm not sure if they can use it."

Chi Zhaoming's curiosity was aroused, and he asked, "What kind of treasure is it?"

Materials that are evaluated as top quality by Phoenix must be of good quality, and yet there are so many of them?

Ning Changkong's soul seemed to have not yet fully recovered from the severe pain just now. His thinking was a little sluggish, and he answered with a hint of uncertainty and hesitation: "Uh, my bones?"