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Chapter 226 [225] Fighting with Xuandu in the air
After half an hour.

Winter Garden.

Including the two deputy directors of the inspection agency and a group of postmasters, a group of people gathered in Winter Garden to discuss the follow-up of the Ability God's Word incident.

After a whole night of fighting, the inspectorate cooperated with the soldiers of the Black Armored Army to basically wipe out the monsters in the city.

Duan Zhuohui, the deputy director, talked eloquently: "According to the preliminary statistics, many personnel and spirit mastiffs were killed and injured in the inspection department, and the number of civilian casualties was even greater, no less than 500 people..."

In fact.

If it hadn't been for the Inspectorate's attracting the main "firepower" of the Mengsheng Society, civilian casualties would have been even more serious.

Duan Zhuohui hesitated for a while, and his tone was ostentatious: "The casualties in the other two cities in Tai'an Little Spirit Realm are much more serious than those in Anhua City..."

Cheng Han frowned slightly, and interrupted unceremoniously: "What are you talking about? Continue to talk about the situation in Anhua City!"

Duan Zhuohui didn't dare to say any more, with a submissive look: "Okay!"

The previous directors of the inspection agency were usually more polite to the deputy director. After all, they had the same rank, but their powers were different.

But Cheng Han was different.

He trained the deputy director just like he trained his grandson, but the latter didn't even have the slightest idea of ​​stabbing him.

Today it is today.

The statement that An Huacheng was "the most authoritative and capable director" in history has long been recognized after a series of events.

soon.

The general situation is introduced.

Deng Xi, another deputy director, talked about the pension plan: "Because of the special sponsorship offered by the Charity Commission, the pension amount for the inspector who died this time will be paid at a rate of [-] times the normal amount."

Hearing this, a group of whistle chiefs looked at the director with gratitude.

No one knows.

The so-called "Charity Committee" is entirely a manifestation of Director Cheng's personal will.

This must have been something the director said privately, and the charity committee came to the inspectorate's door and generously donated money to it.

Cheng Han said blankly: "What about the compensation for civilians who were killed or injured?"

This statement came out.

The eyes of a group of people instantly drifted to another attendee.

Since many departments were involved in the aftermath, the Council Hall specially dispatched a heavyweight person—the deputy consul, Shen Wenxian.

In the past, at most there would be only one director of the Civil Affairs Department in the Council Hall, and the deputy consul would certainly not condescend to attend such meetings in person.

But Cheng Han's authority is really too great, it is definitely not an exaggeration to say "Stomp one foot, and Anhua City will shake three times".

Even the Grand Consul did not dare to ignore it, so the Council would send a Deputy Consul.

Shen Wenxian took a peek at Cheng Han, and swallowed nervously: "Strictly speaking, what happened to civilians is considered an accident, and it does not belong to the ranks of pensions, but..."

Cheng Han was too lazy to listen to nonsense, so he interrupted directly: "Please get to the point!"

This sentence carries an obvious admonishment meaning.

A group of whistle chiefs admired each other to death.

The rank of the Deputy Consul is half a rank higher than that of the Director of the Inspection Department. The Director actually even trains the Deputy Consul as soon as he says it, which is really awesome!

Shen Wenxian was filled with humiliation.

But this guy has witnessed with his own eyes that Cheng Han executed a deputy director in public before entering Anhua City, how dare he stab him at this time?

The deputy consul forcibly suppressed his unhappiness, and said honestly: "After discussion, the Council decided to pay [-]% of the standard for public officials to issue pensions to civilians who were injured or injured."

Cheng Han said decisively: "Less! According to the standard of [-]%!"

The tone of this sentence is obviously not a discussion or suggestion, but a notice.

Shen Wenxian felt more and more humiliated.

The Inspection Office is a subordinate department of the Council. When will it be the turn of the Inspection Office to teach the Council how to do things?

It's the other way around!

The deputy consul still didn't have the courage to refute, but said weakly: "Currently, the Finance Department's funds are tight..."

Cheng Han said with sarcasm: "It's really unexpected that the people are willing to donate generously, but the Finance Department is so secretive."

Everyone else kept their mouths tightly shut, not daring to speak nonsense.

This is a fight between gods and gods, and they can't afford to get involved.

Shen Wenxian didn't have the guts to confront him head-on, so he simply put on a posture of "a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water": "Perhaps the charitable foundation can sponsor part of the funds."

Cheng Han was too lazy to beep, and threw Wang Zang directly: "I will go to the Xuan Pavilion later..."

When Shen Wenxian heard the word "Xuan Pavilion", he quickly changed his words: "Director Cheng, you don't need to do this, the Council will find a way to solve the funding problem."

The Deputy Consul knew better than anyone else that if the incident got into the Xuan Pavilion, there would be no good fruit for the Council.

Cheng Han thought for a while, and decided to let this guy go for now: "I hope that the full pension will be issued within three days."

Shen Wenxian was extremely aggrieved, but he had to put on a smile: "Of course."

Watching this scene, a group of whistle chiefs suddenly had the illusion that "the council hall is the subordinate department of the inspection bureau".

At this time.

Cheng Han's eyes flickered undetectably.

Through a secret puppet thread, he saw a picture:
This is the sky of Beiting City.

A strange flying shuttle in the shape of a trident, no less than 50 meters in length, surrounded by a large number of cyclones, swept across the sky at an extremely fast speed.

Roughly judged, the speed has reached at least twice the speed of sound.

It flew more than ten kilometers in the air, and suddenly hovered over the government building.

This "instantaneous transition from extremely dynamic to extremely quiet" without buffering and deceleration in the middle simply violates the laws of physics.

The most bizarre thing is that the height of the trident shuttle is at most one kilometer above the ground, but the many civilians in Beiting City seem to have never seen it.

This is the reason for the illusion cover.

If it weren't for the secret puppet possessing a certain amount of extraordinary power and the ability to see through the illusion of the Xuanshi level, I am afraid that I would not have noticed the arrival of this flying shuttle.

undoubtedly.

The people from Qinghanxuan Palace finally came.

According to the gossip circulating in the Black Mountain camp, the Xuan Palace is located in a medium-sized spiritual realm, which is more than [-] kilometers away from Tai'an Small Spiritual Realm.

Only half an hour later, the trident shuttle arrived at Beiting City.

This speed is much faster than expected.

Cheng Han watched this scene, and couldn't help muttering in his heart: "The flying profound weapon of the Xuan Palace is indeed more advanced than the Xuan Pavilion."

He had done something secretly in Qinglin City before, and saw the "Xuanzhou" used by Xuan Pavilion.

Compared with the trident shuttle, the Xuanzhou is only a small boat more than ten meters long, which looks rather shabby.

but.

Considering that the other party may have someone stronger than the mysterious master, and may also carry a more powerful profound weapon, he did not use the secret puppet thread to peep.

1 minute later.

Cheng Han clearly felt that the arrangement he left in the blood tree was touched.

*
Beiting City.

Parliament building.

At this moment.

All the people in the hall, including the Grand Consul, were gone, and there were only twenty figures in black robes near the blood tree.

This kind of attire is exactly the typical attire of a Xuanshi.

One of them was a middle-aged man with striking white hair and a black robe embroidered with layers of golden patterns, which looked like a branch.

As for Xuanshi's black robe, only the edge is embroidered with silver thread.

Just from this black robe with gold pattern, it can be judged that this person's status is higher than that of a profound master.

The white-haired man put his hands behind his back, stared fixedly at the blood tree for a few seconds, and laughed: "Interesting! A mere mystic master can perform such tricks."

His eyes suddenly became indifferent, and he sipped softly: "Mie!"

Thousands of blood-colored leaves fell off the branches one after another, and before they fell to the ground, they shrank rapidly and turned into ashes.

Only a leaf of blood floated to the ground.

Subsequently.

Strange things happened.

A gleam of light flashed on the surface of the blood leaf, and it disappeared immediately, leaving a trace of the leaf on the ground, and every stroke was corroded from the stone slab.

Several nearby profound masters witnessed this scene, and all of them changed their expressions slightly, with fear in their eyes.

The white-haired man snorted: "The snake god's 'life' secret art is like a balance, one end represents vitality, and the other end represents death."

The "snake god" in this sentence obviously refers to the Lord of Sin and Life.

"The birth of the bleeding tree is the law of vitality, and the corruption of the blood leaves is the law of death. The mastermind behind the scenes has combined the two forces into one, achieving a very perfect balance.

"Even the 'dream masters' who are in charge of one side in the Mengsheng Association, there are not many of them who are of this level."

Everyone present knows that the dream masters are as powerful as mysterious masters, and each dream master is in charge of a small spirit realm independently, and they can be regarded as one of the princes of the dream life society.

As a white-haired man, he gave a "very perfect" evaluation, which shows that the opponent's strength is extraordinary.

A mysterious teacher asked respectfully: "Ask 'Xuandu', the man behind the scenes is proficient in the secret art of life, could it be the dream master who defected from the Dream Society?"

The white-haired man known as "Xuandu" nodded lightly and said: "The possibility is very high."

The person paused, and added: "Otherwise, it is impossible for him to know the specific image of the snake god."

The blood snake wrapped around the blood tree has three sharp horns growing on its forehead. Others will only find it strange, but people with discerning eyes can tell that it is a snake god.

The white-haired man looked at the blood tree again, and shouted again: "Mie!"

"Crack! Kick!"

The dense cracking sound suddenly sounded.

The branches on the trunk of the blood tree fell down one after another, and before they fell to the ground, they shattered into pieces and turned into fly ash.

After one breath.

Only a bare trunk and a blood snake wrapped around the trunk remained of the blood tree.

The white-haired man glanced at the blood snake, and shouted three times: "Destroy!"

next moment.

Something unexpected happened.

The blood snake did not fall off as expected, but came alive all of a sudden, the snake opened its mouth and spit out a bright red snake letter.

"Silk!"

The white-haired man was taken aback, and was about to yell "Mie" again, but suddenly stopped, and said "Huh".

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Three blood cells spewed out from the blood snake's mouth.

"Bang! Bang!"

The blood cells exploded one after another, turning into a large cloud of blood smoke.

There was an instant commotion among the Xuanshi.

The white-haired man waved his hand and shouted: "The other party is not malicious, just watch."

at the same time.

There is still a little bit of embarrassment in this person's heart.

Because as the Profound Supervisor above the Profound Master, he hadn't noticed just now that there was a small trick hidden in the Blood Snake.

In full view.

Bloody smoke flew in the air, condensing into three vivid patterns.

One is seven characters - Youmiaojie, the vortex of tranquility;
The second is a painting - a forest of steles in the boundless black water;

The third is also a painting - the sleeping giant snake.

The white-haired man just glanced at it, and the indifference on his face disappeared immediately, and he cried out: "My God! Youmiaojie!"

A group of onlookers instantly realized that these three pictures of blood and smoke might be something very extraordinary.

The white-haired man turned his head to look at a group of subordinates, his expression was extremely serious, and his tone was even more murderous: "From now on, no one is allowed to leave my sight, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The Xuanshi and the Xuanshi all responded in awe-inspiring manner: "Yes!"

The white-haired man immediately called out a name: "Wu Hui, urgently contact the Palace Master... No, directly in my name, submit an urgent letter to the 'Lanyun God General', asking her to send down a 'Shadow of Soul'!"

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)