The sudden change made everyone alert. Although there was no sign of violence, they tensed up and were on guard.
Zhong Michu glanced around. They were in the enemy camp, and the leaders of the three major immortal sects were all there. If it were just these people, she and Gu Fuyou would be able to leave safely.
The most troublesome thing now is the angry Qingluan in front of him, a Mahayana cultivator. Even if she and Gu Fuyou join forces, they may not be able to win. What's more, Jiuyao's attitude is unclear, and Du Pan is watching from behind.
Zhong Michu thought that the key to the problem still lay with Qingjun. Qingluan was indignant that Qingjun's body was occupied, and only Qingjun could resolve this matter.
Zhong Michu said to Gu Fuyou: "Qingjun."
Gu Fuyou turned his head when he heard the shout and looked at Zhong Michu in surprise.
Zhong Michu was calling her? When had this person ever called her Qingjun
Zhong Michu said: "Come out."
Gu Fuyou's expression changed from surprise to thoughtfulness, and he looked at Zhong Michu quietly.
After a moment, Gu Fuyou did not change.
Zhong Michu could easily distinguish Gu Fuyou and Qingjun. Qingjun was still asleep.
She remembered that the previous two times, Qingjun seemed to wake up when Gu Fuyou was asleep.
Zhong Michu looked at Gu Fuyou's face again. He looked very energetic.
Should they knock Gu Fuyou unconscious in order to wake Qingjun up? But they didn't know if this method would work. If Qingjun still couldn't wake up, they would be in a more passive position.
Qingzhe had already grasped the spirit sword in his hand. Zhong Michu took Gengchen and took a step forward, saying in a gentle voice: "Senior, calm down."
Qingzhe's eyes were fixed on Qingjun, almost spitting fire, and only then did he see Zhong Michu.
Zhong Michu said: "There are some misunderstandings. Please allow us to explain."
"explain?"
"Yes." Zhong Michu knew that it would be best not to hide anything at this moment, and said, "Senior Qingjun already knows about the occupation of my body, and he has agreed." Gu Fuyou's brows moved slightly.
Qingzhe said angrily: "What a lie!"
"She has been sleeping for tens of thousands of years, and her consciousness has long dissipated. How can she 'know' or 'agree'?" Even if she could wake up, she would not be willing to do so.
Qingzhe knew in his heart that she would not wake up, but he just held on to a glimmer of hope. That was why when he saw that Qingjun was not Qingjun, he was so indignant and could hardly control himself.
Qingzhe's lips were straightened, and he pointed his sword at Gu Fuyou: "She is the leader of our Qingluan tribe, she is of high status and honor, and she uses her body to suppress the evil. How dare you touch her body, you shameless people!"
Qingzhe raised his three-foot-long blue frost and made a move. It was obvious that he was an outsider. With just a breath, his figure disappeared from the spot, and a wall of air pressed down at him at a high speed, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Zhong Michu's eyes narrowed, and Geng Chen pulled back to block the sword.
However, before they made contact, Zhong Michu noticed something unusual. Qingzhe's sword was faster than the naked eye could see. The sword tip that seemed to be one foot away was actually already in front of him.
Zhong Michu quickly turned the sword tip to the side and used the sword surface to block Qingzhe's sword blade. Qingzhe's sword was lifted up and was originally stabbed in Zhong Michu's throat. The sword tip passed from the side of Zhong Michu's face.
The sword energy still hit Zhong Michu's cheek, forcing out her dragon scales. It was extremely dangerous. If it weren't for the abnormal intuition of the dragon race, Zhong Michu would have been seriously injured if she was a little later.
When Qingzhe saw the dragon scales, his eyes turned cold and he said coldly: "White Dragon..."
“Although…” Qingzhe took a deep breath, as if suppressing something: “Nothing good will come of getting entangled with you!”
Qingzhe attacked even harder, and Zhong Michu bumped into the Xiangyun Pillar. He frowned and groaned, and before he could catch his breath, Qingzhe struck again with his sword, and cracks appeared on the Xiangyun Pillar behind Zhong Michu.
No matter who looked at it, Zhong Michu was at a disadvantage.
Suddenly, a loud shout was heard: "Damn old man!"
Based on these words, Qingzhe naturally didn't know that someone was calling him, but this was Qingjun's voice. He turned around and his face changed suddenly.
Gu Fuyou held Yinhen across his neck, raised his chin slightly, glared at him with his red eyes, and smiled arrogantly: "Try to touch her."
Seeing that she was threatening Qingjun with her body, Qingzhe took a long while to squeeze out a sentence from between his teeth: "You..." It was obvious that he was very angry.
Qingzhe was not the only one whose face changed color. Zhong Michu shouted coldly: "Gu Fuyou!"
Zhong Michu's voice was too harsh, he stared with a pair of golden eyes, his pupils were like shuttles, and his face was scary.
This sound scared Gu Fuyou so much that he shuddered.
Gu Fuyou: “…” I just wanted to scare him, why are you so scary
This sound was uttered by Zhong Michu in a hurry. It was like a nightmare scene, which made her lose her composure and call out Gu Fuyou's name.
The three clan leaders were shocked when they heard the name and couldn't believe it. Li Mingjing glanced at Qingjun and a cold sweat broke out on his back. He asked Zhong Michu: "Your Majesty, what did you call her?!"
Gu Fuyou saw that her identity was revealed. At this point, she didn't care whether she hid it or not, so she simply admitted it. She turned sideways, bowed to the three people with a smile and said, "You are too forgetful. Seven hundred years ago, I, Gu Fuyou, was at least 'famous'. Could it be that my name has been forgotten after my death?" She looked puzzled.
Li Mingjing was stunned and said: "No wonder, no wonder..." He took a breath.
Du Pan took two steps back. Gu Fuyou looked over with his bloodshot eyes and sneered, "Since you know my identity, you should know that I will never let you go. Where else do you want to run to?"
A blue light appeared on the Yinhen Sword. Gu Fuyou attacked Du Pan and laughed, "Old man, I took over Qingyun's body. If you don't accept it, I will take over her body too. If you have the guts, come and drive me out. Otherwise, you can only destroy this evil spirit of mine and her body together."
The wind blade was invisible and intangible, and it slashed towards Du Pan's limbs. When it touched Du Pan, his limbs bent at extremely strange angles.
Du Pan was a puppet. Many puppets fell from Du Pan and turned into human forms when they landed on the ground.
Gu Fuyou glanced at her and sneered. Yinhen had silently deployed the formation. The formation spread out under her feet. The sound waves spread out in all directions from her as the center. The extremely sharp sound fell into her ears, like a needle piercing the eardrum.
Gu Fuyou took a quick look and saw that one of the puppets had blood coming out of his ears. The puppets were not affected by sound, only people with flesh and blood could be affected by sound.
Gu Fuyou took a step forward, and another formation was opened. The white jade-like bricks and stones under his feet suddenly turned into golden water. Du Pan drew a ball of black mist and flew into the air. Several golden water columns shot up into the sky and attacked him.
"I will cast you into a golden statue, and have you kneel before my Gu family's tomb for thousands and thousands of years!"
The puppets rushed over to stop the golden flow.
Gu Fuyou took another step forward, and the wind blew up the sand and rocks, tearing the puppet into pieces. The sky and the earth darkened, and in the dim light, it seemed that only the pair of eyes were bright red, like a wild animal, staring coldly at its prey.
Qingzhe's face turned pale. Gu Fuyou's words completely provoked his anger. She always knew how to provoke others. She knew that Qingzhe valued Qingjun's body very much.
Qingzhe left Zhong Michu behind and went towards Gu Fuyou.
This is exactly what Gu Fuyou wanted.
Qingzhe floated in the air, blue electric light flashed around his body, and his emerald eyes seemed to turn snow-white as they were filled with electric light.
The sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder rumbled, like a precursor to a catastrophe.
He pointed his finger toward the sky, and it became extremely bright, as if it had suddenly turned from night to dawn, and blue lightning as thick as an adult's waist suddenly fell.
There was a sound of "click", as if this world was a mirror and it was shattered in an instant.
Gu Fuyou was almost about to catch Du Pan, but the lightning suddenly fell and she barely dodged it. The defensive formation above the Biluo Sect was broken, and although most of the lightning was eliminated, it still destroyed half of the long steps beside her.
Gu Fuyou was shocked and couldn't help but curse in his heart.
Immortal cultivators fear thunder the most, let alone people like her, or really as they say, such evil spirits, who are even more afraid of thunder.
It turns out that this Qingluan has a thunder spirit root and can summon thunder in the Mahayana period. Can it rival the thunder tribulation of the Mahayana period
Gu Fuyou turned around and looked at Qingzhe. Qingzhe pointed to the sky, looking awe-inspiring and majestic, just like an immortal incarnate. Lightning flashed in the sky, and it was far from over.
When Zhong Mi first saw Qingzhe floating in the air, he could tell that he had thunder spiritual roots. His heart suddenly tightened, and just as he was about to take action, someone grabbed his hand.
Looking sideways, it was Jiuyao.
Zhong Michu said: "Jiuyao, don't stop me, I don't want to fight with you."
Jiuyao said in a serious tone: "Michu, this is related to my clan. As the head of the clan, I must give an explanation."
Zhong Michu said: "This is not entirely her fault, and what I said is true. Senior Qingjun has already agreed to give her this body. I will tell you whatever you want to know, but not now."
Jiuyao stared at her for a while, and said in a deep voice: "Take the promise you care about most. Michu, if this is the case, I believe you."
Zhong Michu's eyes flickered, and he nodded, "Okay..."
Jiuyao loosened his hand and said, "The other party is also a senior of my clan. Although I will not stop you, I can't help you either. Michu, I will wait for you to give me an explanation."
Jiuyao was not going to take action. Zhong Michu glanced at Li Mingjing and the other two again. Except for Nianhua, who frowned and put his hands behind his back and did not intend to take action, Li Mingjing and the leader of Cangwu Sect were both worried, hesitating whether to go and add fuel to the fire.
Zhong Michu lowered her eyebrows and looked at Qingzhe. At present, the only way was to deal with him wholeheartedly...
If you can’t deal with him, protect Gu Fuyou and leave first.
More and more clouds and mist were surrounding Zhong Michu, floating upwards and connecting with the cumulus clouds in the sky. His huge figure was swimming in the clouds and mist, causing the wind to blow and the clouds and mist were squeezed away.
The world has completely changed.
A cool breeze blows.
Gu Fuyou looked up and said in astonishment: "Zhong Michu..."
I was completely captivated.
It was like an eclipse of the sun, and shadows spread across the ground. All the cultivators of the Biluo Sect looked up, their heartbeats stagnant, and they couldn't breathe.
On the mountain where the Biluo Sect is located, a giant dragon coiled in the clouds, covering the entire mountain.
The head of the white dragon poked out from the clouds, and it was the same size as the main peak. Just as what was said in the book, 'when seen it is day, when closed it is night, when blowing it is winter, when breathing it is summer, when exhaling it is wind. Its body is a thousand miles long, and it blocks out the sky and the sun.'
Everyone looked up at it like sand looking up at a mountain. Their legs became weak and a feeling of surrender filled their hearts. They could not express their excitement in words and could only let out trembling moans.
It’s the Dragon King.
Gu Fuyou's black hair and clothes were messy due to the wind, but she didn't care and laughed. Looking at the white dragon in the sky, it has been seven hundred years, and this is the form you should have.
Qingzhe said: "Do you think you can block it for her?"
Intense white light shot down from the gaps in the white dragon's coiled body.
Gu Fuyou realized what it was. The entire thundercloud was filled with thunder. The same thunder that had previously split the steps and shattered the defensive formation filled the entire cloud.
Gu Fuyou felt her heart chilled, she shouted: "Zhong Michu!!!" Even if she was the one who suffered, she wouldn't be more frightened than she was now.
There was a loud bang between heaven and earth. This time the entire earth was shaken and the sky and earth were as bright as day.
The white dragon raised its head and howled. No bolt of lightning fell to the bottom.
Qingzhe couldn't help but be moved, and in that moment of distraction, the white dragon reached out a dragon claw from the clouds and grabbed Gu Fuyou.
Gu Fuyou came to his senses and turned around to look: "And there's Du Pan!" But there was no sign of Du Pan, as he had already escaped in the chaos.
Gu Fuyou slapped the white dragon's claws in anger. The white dragon hummed softly, the sound was as loud as thunder.
Gu Fuyou hurriedly said: "I'm not blaming you."
The white dragon moved, and its huge body turned into mist. It shrank smaller and smaller in the mist, but it was still big enough to grab Gu Fuyou with one claw.
Qingzhe came to his senses and said, "You can't escape!"
Only then could Gu Fuyou see clearly that the entire mountain was covered with thunderclouds. No one knew how thick the thunderclouds were or how far they spread. There was no end in sight.
From time to time, there were flashes of white light in the thunderclouds, and there was a constant rumbling sound.
To leave, one must either fly under the thundercloud to its edge, or fly upwards, through the thundercloud and into the sky.
No matter what you take, it's extremely dangerous.
The entire thundercloud is Qingzhe's territory, and it contains the thunder of a Mahayana cultivator.
Stepping in is like stepping into a mountain of knives and a sea of fire.
The white dragon chose to fly through the thunderclouds and upwards.
Thunder roared, like spears of light piercing the white dragon. The white dragon was agile and tried his best to dodge, but the thunder came from all directions and there was always something that could not be avoided, so he could only resist it.
The dragon's scales were thick and could not penetrate flesh and blood. The white dragon screamed twice in pain at first, but then it became silent, only making a muffled gurgling sound, like thunder.
Gu Fuyou stayed in its claws, unharmed.
The thunder suddenly changed its pattern. Several bolts of lightning intertwined like an electric net, covering the white dragon from above and pressing it down. The white dragon was pressed down a little.
The white dragon struggled upwards, but the net was so thin that it broke a dragon scale and blood splattered everywhere. The white dragon roared and smashed the net.
The torn thunder danced in the air, and the blood beads floated, as if blown upward by the wind. Gu Fuyou saw it. It seemed that the movement of all things became extremely slow, and the time at this moment became infinitely long, capturing all her attention.
She recalled the jagged stone forest, the thunder and fire that fell loudly, the white dragon Yunwu's mane that was burnt black, and the magic weapon that was thrown out angrily that exploded into a ball of fire; she recalled the snow-white waterfall that plunged three thousand feet, and the extremely fast stealth under the water; she recalled the falling rocks, the pursuers closing in, and upwards, between life and death, rushing towards the sky, that magnificent picture of heaven and earth.
It should be remembered for a lifetime and never forgotten.
Gu Fuyou laughed and then cried, his throat choked and his whole body trembled. His emotions were too complicated, excited, passionate, lost, emotional, and angry. The past and the present were intertwined. Something broke out of its shell and quietly woke up.
"I am no longer the Gu Fuyou of the past!"
"Zhong Michu, I am no longer helpless and I don't need others to protect me at all costs. Zhong Michu!"
She pushed away the white dragon's claws, flew up on the wind, stood on the white dragon's back, held back her hatred, and faced the huge thunder that was falling on the white dragon's back.