Chapter 32 32 Yao Chi showed up and just let out blood and then took action again. He really...

The first year of the Reiki Recovery, March 29, 9:25, the front desk of the Alien Bureau Headquarters.

"Senior Ning, is there anything I can help you with?" Du Yihe, who was passing by, saw the familiar figure standing at the front desk and greeted him naturally.

Ning Changkong nodded slightly and said, "I have something to ask Minister Shi."

"Um, about the social media thing..."

Ning Changkong quickly changed the subject: "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." Then he followed the research staff who led the way and left.

This is the first time I see Senior Ning with such a human expression, even though it seems like half of his face is covered so I can't tell what his expression is.

Du Yihe scratched his head. Hey, what did I originally want to say when I called Senior Ning just now?

The first year of the Reiki Recovery, March 29, 9:28, in the Research Department Laboratory of the Alien Bureau Headquarters.

"Is it okay to draw blood today?" Shi Jianguo, the director of the R&D department of the Foreign Affairs Bureau, asked him.

Ning Changkong took time out of his busy schedule to come to the Foreign Affairs Bureau to do the test he had always promised. After the test, Shi Jianguo asked him about the blood test.

He only allowed a little blood to be taken from his fingertips, and explained that he had just had his blood let out by the demon tribe, and needed time to recover. Shi Jianguo had also heard a little about the story of this newborn phoenix, and gladly accepted the answer.

Ning Changkong rolled up his sleeves and said, "No problem, I know what I'm doing."

He and the R&D department promised to give 200ml of blood to the Alien Bureau for experiments. Shi Jianguo probably thought that he had been given so much in the demon tribe, so he didn't pay much attention and started drawing blood directly.

If Minister Shi knew that he had put 500 to 600 milliliters of blood into the demon tribe, I wonder if he would still trust the vitality of the phoenix so much. Ning Changkong quietly watched the blood flow along the hose.

The last time I bled was on February 27th? It’s been about a month, so I’m fine.

The source of the evil spirit was found, and his work came to a temporary end. The priority of maintaining the combat status decreased. It was more cost-effective to exchange the status for saving people.

It didn't take long to draw 200ml of blood. After the wound was healed with rejuvenation surgery, he wanted to get up and say goodbye, but Director Shi persuaded him to rest here for half an hour.

Shi Jianguo's words were so earnest that Ning Changkong couldn't find any loopholes, so he just stayed where he was and played with his phone, enjoying the free time without having to follow him around all the time.

The Hundred Birds tribe dared not let him handle official business, as he was mostly on a part-time basis at the Soul Protection Division. As a result, he stayed at home reading and writing books.

This time I am not writing a novel, but a book on cultivation that Skynet will use. When I get tired of writing my own summaries, I start typing out the electronic version of the book I already have.

There is still not enough time, Ning Changkong sighed. After drawing blood for research today, he no longer needs to ensure the quality of blood, so he can stay up late every day to type.

Before he left, he lied to Bai Xian and said that he was reading in the room. He also asked Chu Qingge to keep an eye on him and imitated his voice to talk to him in the room.

Ning Changkong was browsing short videos and forums. After going through the initial chaotic period of overcoming difficulties and crossing the river in the dark, the contradictions between practitioners and ordinary people gradually emerged.

Well, some Western MPs have already called for regulation of practitioners on social media as a means of attracting votes.

"No group should be allowed to have unlimited power", "Don't live in a world where ordinary people are treated as background members"... Ning Changkong browsed through various viewpoints.

It is a good thing to be able to make such a voice, because when ordinary people dare not make such remarks, it means that the rift between practitioners and ordinary people is irreparable.

Ning Changkong stretched his back carefully. His observation time was almost up, and it was time to consider how to get up gracefully so as not to faint from postural hypotension.

Chu Qingge did not go to the Tiangong Technology Publicity Department for a meeting today, but stayed in Jinwuyuan. She reported: "Zhang Xuan appeared at the door, I checked what she was doing..."

I should talk to him about work. It's time to go back. Ning Changkong took out the Dijiang Feather and was about to transmit it.

Chu Qingge continued: "Bai Xian opened the door, and then - oh no."

Ning Changkong was about to ask what happened when his cell phone vibrated.

Looking at the idle caller ID on his phone with mixed feelings, Ning Changkong asked pitifully, "Am I really so unlucky in this world?"

Chu Qingge said sympathetically: "After this world ends, do you want to burn some incense?"

The first year of the spiritual energy recovery, March 29, 10:09, at the gate of Jinwuyuan.

Standing at the intersection in a dilemma, Zhang Xuan scratched his head and decided to walk towards Jinwu Garden.

The source of the evil spirit was found, and the order of the present China and Penglai was gradually restored. The Soul Protection Department finally approved a few days of leave for her. She was also dragged to meetings every day by the newly established Lingxi Department in charge of propaganda of the demon clan, so she just found an excuse to come out and take a breath.

The excuse was that she wanted to take this opportunity to get in touch with Naruki-kun, who would be living in the human world with her in the future, and to thank him for his efforts in the investigation of the Soul Protection Department.

As a result, when they were chatting on the phone in the car, Du Yihe told her that he saw Senior Ning in the Special Affairs Bureau.

Then she had come here in vain. Zhang Xuan knocked on the door of Jinwuyuan and wagged his tail irritably.

The car has arrived, and we're here, so let's deliver the things first.

Hey, is it true that Lao Su said Mingqi-kun likes to eat sweets?

"Are you looking for the young master? Please come in." Bai Xian opened the door for her.

Zhang Xuan blinked: "Isn't Mingqi-kun in the Different Department?"

The first year of the spiritual recovery, March 29, 10:14, the headquarters of the Alien Bureau.

Chu Qingge reviewed Zhang Xuan's actions: "Without any information, I would not deliberately monitor Zhang Xuan's actions, so she would not be discovered until she entered the area of ​​Jinwu Garden."

It was too late then, and if she didn't check specifically, who would know that Du Yihe would tell her about Ning Changkong's whereabouts? In other words, they had no chance to stop Zhang Xuan.

Ning Changkong muttered: "Why are you burning incense? I've done so many good deeds, shouldn't my merits have overflowed long ago..."

The cell phone in my hand was vibrating; Bai Xian had called.

He turned down the volume by two notches, but Bai Xian's roar still shook his shoulders: "Ning Changkong! Do you want to die?"

Ning Changkong's severely injured heart could not withstand his yelling, and he suddenly felt palpitations and chest pains.

He rubbed his chest with one hand and turned down the volume with the other hand, and said in a low voice with a stubborn face: "I only gave a little..."

The only way out at the moment is to deceive Bai Xian into giving him only a little blood for the experiment.

Bai Xian was furious: "It's not a question of not putting in a lot!"

"Why did you go for bloodletting without asking the doctor's advice?"

"Qing Geng Huihui's pulse diagnosis said that you have insufficient Qi and blood, overwork, and mental depression. Do you take it to heart?"

Ning Changkong took a deep breath. Chu Qingge was reminding him that his heart muscle was not getting enough blood and he should keep calm.

He endured the discomfort all over his body and was about to soothe the other person's emotions. Then the new communicator that the Foreign Affairs Bureau had given him rang:

"Emergency incident, a fantasy passage has opened in a residential area!"

In the first year of the spiritual energy recovery, on March 29th at 10:18, the passage to the Yaochi illusion was opened.

"The Yaochi Illusionary Realm. The other side should be the Palace of the Queen Mother of the West, the one you have seen."

The door to the Yaochi illusion slowly opened in mid-air, as if a huge hole was torn in the sky.

Ning Changkong looked up through the crack and saw the magnificent and majestic hall coming into view - it was the palace of the Queen Mother of the West that he had the honor of seeing.

At the edge of the illusion passage, the fluctuations of spiritual power distorted the space like rippling water, and the lower edge of the cave entrance was close to the residential buildings below.

Under the fluctuations of spiritual power, those buildings seemed to be gently shaken by invisible giant hands, and they were about to collapse, making heart-pounding creaking sounds.

Bricks and tiles began to peel off the walls, like a peeled-off surface, revealing the steel skeleton inside.

The scene was in chaos, with screams, cries for help, and the sound of bricks colliding intertwined to create a doomsday scene.

Heaven is the residence of immortals, and underground is the suffering of mortals.

It's just like this, in heaven and on earth.

Ning Changkong quickly scanned the scene. The black uniforms of the police and firefighters were moving among the rubble and smoke, and the brilliance of magic flashed from time to time. Everyone was doing their best to search and rescue the trapped residents.

But that's not enough. The building affected by spiritual power may collapse at any time, and this passage cannot be left open here.

Hmm, there doesn't seem to be anyone here who can control plants and stabilize buildings with giant vines... Well, I'll have to do it.

Ning Changkong took a deep breath and released a powerful spiritual power. Under the effect of his spiritual power, the gravel and bricks that were about to collapse were instantly suspended in mid-air, and the shaky houses were also forcibly fixed in place by external forces.

The properties of his phoenix spiritual power have nothing to do with gravity, which makes it an extremely delicate and physically demanding job.

At the moment when Chu Qingge drained most of his spiritual power, he felt a sharp pain in his heart and a sweetness in his throat. He clenched his fist to his mouth reflexively, wiping away the blood that flowed from his lips as calmly as possible.

The body still couldn't bear such output, and Ning Chang was annoyed. The blood came out too quickly, and there was no time to catch it with a handkerchief.

His heart was beating at an abnormal rate in his chest, causing cramps. His eyes were completely shrouded in black mist, and his legs and feet were weak. Chu Qingge used more of his spiritual power to keep him from falling.

"Go save people. I'll keep the building from collapsing." Ning Changkong took a deep breath and shouted as loudly as he could. Then he asked Chu Qingge in his mind, "How is it? Is it loud enough?"

Chu Qingge said: "Not quite enough, but within a reasonable range."

Ning Changkong said helplessly: "What can I do? I can't even hear my own voice."

"Senior Ning." Zuo Lang stared at the illusion in the sky, "That's the Yaochi. Is there anything I can do?"

Ning Changkong's vision and hearing were impaired at this time, so he had to rely on Chu Qingge's retelling. He was a beat late before responding: "Give me your Kunwu Sword. I will engrave the runes and lead this illusion away."

He spoke unnaturally slowly, and his volume was not controlled smoothly. Zuo Langning tilted his head to look at him in confusion, only to find that under the mask, the pair of red eyes had completely lost focus, and the lips even had a hint of cyanosis.

"Senior!" Zuo Lang made up his mind to support him. "Before I left, I heard from Minister Shi that you had just bled... Are you okay?"

Ning Changkong had to admit that he was in a bad condition after having just lost blood and over-exerted his strength.

"It can still hold," he said as briefly as possible, and held out a hand. "Give me the sword."

The Kunwu Sword and the Yaochi are deeply connected. As soon as Ning Changkong touched the ancient sword, he could feel its inner joy, as if the sword spirit was welcoming a long-lost friend.

At the same time, the attraction coming from the direction of Yaochi is like an invisible thread, pulling the sword.

Ning Changkong endured the feeling of weakness that came from his bones, gritted his teeth and drew out some spiritual power. His fingers gently slid across the blade of the Kunwu Sword, leaving a trail of glowing runes.

He read a lot of books and read a lot of materials in Penglai. The illusion can be precisely controlled by using the magic weapon connected to its qi as an anchor, including opening, closing and location adjustment.

After the rune was drawn, Ning Changkong returned the Kunwu Sword to Zuo Langning. He adjusted his uneven breathing and said hoarsely, "Inject spiritual power and close the illusion."

"Senior!" Du Yihe's face was covered with dust, and he looked a little ferocious.

As soon as he put down the person he had rescued, he hurried over to Ning Changkong and the others, his voice low and hurried: "I just found out that a child was sucked into the illusion."

Zuo Langning's face was as cold as ice: "Has any of us entered the illusion?"

Du Yihe shook his head, with a hint of anxiety in his tone: "They were all excluded."

Unexpected, but reasonable. The illusion has not yet been fully opened, and it will examine everyone who tries to enter to see if their aura meets the requirements.

Chu Qingge said, "There is indeed a door ban, and the Blue Bird's aura can be used."

She paused, then wondered, "What happened to the child involved?"

This is the crux of the matter. Ning Changkong coughed twice and cleared his throat: "Let me go in and take a look."

He had to take another look to see what was going on in this Yaochi illusion.