A white light flashed from the dark clouds, and thunderbolts shot directly to Zhuling Broken Platform. Even though it was only the thunder tribulation of the Golden Core to Nascent Soul stage, no one dared to underestimate it. People who practice Taoism should avoid thunder tribulation as much as possible.
People from various immortal sects retreated one after another.
The white dragon was hit by a bolt of lightning on the back and fell onto the broken platform. The scales that had been torn off by the Fire Cloud Dragon had not yet grown back, and the wrist-thick lightning scattered, and the fine lightning twitched on the dragon's body, whipping the new flesh that had just grown in the scaleless area to bleed.
The dragon's claws rested on the jade table, and its sharp fingertips left marks on the golden auspicious clouds. The white dragon suddenly raised its head and roared towards the sky.
The dragon's roar was shrill, but it was drowned out by another thunder. Another bolt of lightning struck the white dragon's tail. The thunder was like a sharp sword. Even though the white dragon's hind claws were covered with scales, a burn mark was left on them. The flesh and blood were turned inside out and dragon blood was flowing.
The white dragon groaned in pain, its golden pupils turning red and taking on a strange orange color. She had already reached the steps, her dragon claws pressing on the steps, ice spreading, and she slowly approached Zuo Taisui, who was sitting on the seat of the clan leader, like a wild beast tentatively approaching its prey.
Zuo Yuezhi and Zuo Qingfeng were still standing on the steps, one on the left and one on the right, while Zuo Taisui sat calmly on the seat of the clan leader.
A bolt of lightning fell and hit Bai Long's body and dispersed, like an electric net that trapped her and was about to pin her to the ground.
The white dragon roared, suddenly propped up, and the electric current spread. Zuo Yuezhi and Zuo Qingfeng attacked at the same time to stop the electric current.
At this moment, the white dragon suddenly jumped up and bit Zuo Tai Sui, its fangs bared, its reason lost, and only the beast instinct remained.
Before Zuo Taisui stood up, he raised his right hand slightly and pointed a finger. Bai Long felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on him, and he fell down on the steps with a loud bang, leaving cracks on the steps.
The white dragon struggled to get up, and its howling became more violent and sharp.
Zuo Tai Sui raised his eyelids, glanced at Di Jun, and withdrew his hand.
Bailong stood up and rushed forward again.
The two brothers Zuo Yuezhi cooperated well, one on the left and one on the right. A red line shot out from Zuo Yuezhi's sleeve, like a spider web, and entangled Bai Long's body. Zuo Qingfeng took out a fierce knife, turned the handle, held the knife reversely, and used the back of the knife to hit Bai Long with all his strength, knocking her off the stairs.
Emperor Jun pinched his beard in annoyance. A subordinate beside him said, "Your Majesty, if you continue like this, His Highness will be in trouble."
The Emperor said coldly: "This King is not blind!"
Dong Li couldn't stop Zhong Michu, nor could he defeat Zuo Yuezhi and the others, so he could only ask for help from Di Jun, saying, "Your Majesty, her injuries haven't healed yet, and she's still facing a thunder tribulation. If we don't stop her, she'll continue to suffer, and even if she's saved, I'm afraid she'll have a hidden disease that's hard to heal."
Di Jun let out a deep breath, how could he not see it.
He saw more.
He also saw that the girl was heartbroken and wanted to die.
It's really useless. It's such a small matter, why bother about life and death!
Di Jun let out another sigh of annoyance, and pondered deeply, this girl doesn't like the dragon clan, her master has been destroyed, and she wants to make a life-or-death struggle, this is very bad.
You can stop others from hurting her, but you can't stop her from committing suicide.
We have to think of a way.
After thinking about it, Bailong had already climbed up, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
The next thunder was brewing in the sky, and white light illuminated the clouds.
Bai Long was filled with resentment. As the thunder fell, she rose up towards the thunder and faced it head-on with a roar.
The dragon's roar and the sound of thunder intertwined. The white dragon broke through the thunder, but it also fell down.
The clouds and mist dissipated, and Zhong Michu unconsciously changed back into human form. The white clothes he was wearing were almost turning red, with only a small amount of pure white left, just like the snow-white flower that was quickly withering.
Di Jun tiptoed, flew forward and caught her.
After the thunder tribulation was over, the thunderclouds in the sky dispersed and the sky was clear again.
Emperor Jun lowered his head and looked at Zhong Michu. Zhong Michu's chin was covered in blood, and blood was also flowing out of his ears. His eyes were open, but his gaze was unfocused.
Di Jun didn't know whether she was seriously injured or had been struck stupidly by the lightning.
Di Jun shook her, held her in his arms, and said disdainfully, "You are brainless."
He turned around and walked out of Zhuling Broken Platform.
Zuo Taisui suddenly stood up, the Qilin marrow was destroyed, and such a farce was staged on Zhuling's broken stage. Everyone was in a bad mood: "Your Majesty is leaving now?"
Di Jun turned around and glanced at him, and asked, "Why, the leader wants me to stay for tea?"
Zuo Taisui stood up, walked down the steps, and raised his hand: "Your Majesty, look around."
"Everyone who survives the tribulation does this."
Zuo Tai Sui put his hands behind his back and looked at Di Jun without saying a word.
Emperor Jun acted as if he had suddenly realized something and said, "Oh, I understand. You all want to congratulate my granddaughter on her advancement in cultivation, right? No need to praise her. I don't know if my granddaughter can hear me right now. I can accept the thank-you gift on her behalf."
The people of Biluo Sect sneered, "Your Majesty, why do you have to pretend to be confused? Even if you are the Dragon Lord of the Four Seas, this is someone else's territory after all. If anyone comes to the sect's holy land and acts wildly like her, and then walks out openly, where is the dignity of the sect? How can we control our subordinates and establish our authority?"
Di Jun's eyes suddenly moved to the person's face, squinted his eyes, and said in a serious tone: "She is not someone else, she is the princess of the dragon clan, the future Dragon Lord of the Four Seas."
"Since you want to understand, I will explain it to you." The sky suddenly darkened, and Di Jun's body seemed to be getting higher and higher. Everyone seemed to be looking up at a high mountain. The voice was rumbling and deafening: "I know what you are thinking. The five continents and four seas are such a small area. If you have more land, there must be less land for people. The territory of the dragon clan has not changed for thousands of years. It's not that they are afraid of anyone. They hide in the territory and don't go out. Only in this way can they keep the territory intact. Some of you want to expand the territory, good, very good, the people of the dragon clan also want to relax their muscles, so what if the four continents come together? Let alone the destruction of the Qilin marrow today, if the Qilin marrow is not destroyed, you really think you can flatten the world. Think about the Danxue Mountain on Zhongzhou. The head of the mountain is still overlooking all the mountains. The Qingluan clan's cubs are more excited than the dragon clan when they hear about this Qilin marrow thing."
"This king does not like you guys hiding things and beating around the bush like this. You have to understand that everyone in the world, from all over the world, should come and meet us!"
The people of the Biluo Sect changed their expressions slightly and fell silent. Emperor Jun's words were tantamount to a declaration of war. The four sects were not incapable of dealing with the Dragon Clan, but they were afraid that the Qingluan Clan and the Dragon Clan would put aside their past grudges and unite against the common enemy. A war between the two forces, no matter what the outcome, would surely result in the loss of lives, the fall of the immortal path, and ultimately the sorrow of the world of immortal cultivation.
Therefore, even though this person from Biluo Sect was an elder, he did not dare to respond.
The people from the Qianyun Sect had been silent all the time, but suddenly they came out, bowed, and said in a gentle voice, "Your Majesty, calm down."
The people who came from other sects were all elders, except for the one who came from Qianyun Sect, who was the leader of the sect, Nian Hua.
Di Jun snorted coldly.
"If a war breaks out between clans, there will be devastation and widespread grief. The spiritual veins of the universe will be damaged and it will take many years to repair. Your Majesty, as the head of a clan, should not want to see such an outcome. We also do not want to see such an outcome."
Di Jun sneered, "Not willing? I see that Xu Ling Sect in Nanzhou is having quite a commotion."
Nianhua looked back at Zuo Taisui and smiled: "Everyone should take care of their own business. Qianyun Sect can only take care of Beizhou, and Beizhou wishes the world to be peaceful."
Emperor Jun said: "It turns out that the four continents are not united as one."
Nian Hua did not respond to his words, but only said: "I believe that the elder did not intend to challenge Your Majesty's majesty, nor did he intend to declare war. It is just that no matter where you go, you should be a guest and follow the etiquette of being a guest. You cannot just come and go as you please."
Emperor Jun sneered but nodded, saying, "That's absolutely right." He raised his chin to the side, and his men handed him a brocade box. When he opened it, it was the East China Sea Spirit Pearl.
It is precious, of course, to small sects, but it is of no value to the Four Immortal Sects.
Emperor Jun said: "The Dragon Clan is here to congratulate you on finding the treasure."
"Goodbye!" Emperor Jun carried Zhong Michu and left with a group of people. A clear voice came from a distance: "If you want to visit Penglai Palace, I welcome you. You don't need to bring gifts. Donghai has no shortage of these things!"
Zuo Tai Sui looked at the spirit pearl with a cold face. The brighter the light from the spirit pearl was, the more it hurt his eyes.
Celebrating the discovery of a treasure? What a great irony, the treasure is now just a pool of rotten blood.
It wasn't even a pool of rotten blood. The poisonous blood that Gu Fuyou had transformed into mixed with the dragon blood, and it was hard to tell which was whose. It had already scabbed over, and with the thunder and lightning, it had already split it into a charred mass.
But there were other people around, and they had to investigate the mystery of Gu Fuyou's death and appease the people from the other three sects. Zuo Taisui couldn't get angry, so he could only suppress his anger and said coldly, "Put it away."
After Emperor Jun brought Zhong Michu out of the Thirty-Three Heavens, Zhong Michu completely passed out and never woke up until they returned to Penglai Palace.
When Dongli was changing the bandages for her that day, Zhong Michu seemed to wake up from a dream. Like a drowning person, she frantically grabbed the hand in front of her as if grabbing a piece of driftwood.
She was like a frightened baby animal, her eyes were wet and she couldn't calm down.
Dongli comforted her. She said, "Dongli, Dongli, I had a dream."
"They turned into ashes, I couldn't catch them. Dongli, I didn't keep anything."
Dong Li was stunned, tears in his eyes.
"It's not a dream." Zhong Michu murmured, "It's not a dream."
Zhong Michu frowned, his chest seemed to be squeezed by a ball of air, making it difficult for him to breathe. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell back on the bed.
"Mi Chu!"
Zhong Michu was sweating all over and coughing up blood repeatedly. In the end, he was too weak to cough.
Another doctor exclaimed: "Your Highness' wound has split open."
The doctor hurried to look for people, some went to get medicine, and some held Zhong Mi Chu's wrist to inject spiritual power into her.
Dong Li squatted beside the bed, holding a handkerchief to wipe the blood off her face. The blood flowed into her ear and accumulated there.
"Mi Chu, you have to cheer up, you have to cheer up. You have to live, do you know that?"
"The headmaster handed the token to you and entrusted Xuanmiao Sect to you. The elders paved the way for us, and Junior Sister Gu, she, she used herself as a bargaining chip, so that we could escape from the Zuo family." Dong Li said, unable to hold back tears: "We finally got here, you can't give up. You still have a lot to do."
"everything will get better."
everything will get better.
The author has something to say: It’s not finished yet, there is still a third volume.
There are probably two or three more chapters in the extra chapter.