Gu Fuyou held Yinhen in both hands. In such a contest, there was no need for tricks, only the collision of strength.
The lightning was like a spear held by a god, thrown from the sky with all his strength, trying to pierce the universe.
Gu Fuyou flew up to meet the thunder. The lightning illuminated the clouds, which were a dirty red-purple. Gu Fuyou also had light on his body, competing with the thunder.
Bai Long turned around and saw this scene. The picture seemed to be frozen. The figure holding the sword to meet the thunder fell into her golden eyes and was imprinted in her mind. Her eyes trembled.
There will never be a person more reckless than Gu Fuyou, who is brave and fearless. He has experienced the vicissitudes of life and knows how dangerous it is, but he is still like a newborn calf.
It’s not because she is not afraid of death now and has no worries, it’s because she has always been like this, it’s her nature.
She is a surfer who swims in the middle of the stream and rides the waves. She is like a blazing flame that never goes out.
There is nothing more attractive than the vibrant and pulsating life.
Yinhen chopped at the thunder, and Gu Fuyou's body seemed small under the thunder that was like a meteorite. Once the fight started, Gu Fuyou's arms were bent by the irresistible force and he couldn't stretch forward at all.
But she also blocked the attack. The lightning could not penetrate even a little bit, and the front part of the lightning was shattered and dissipated by the blade of Yinhen.
Gu Fuyou gritted his teeth and held out for a moment.
Bai Long shouted.
Gu Fuyou gathered all his spiritual power together, tried his best, and shouted with all his strength to make it easier for himself to exert his strength.
She slashed Yinhen upwards fiercely, and a circle of air swept through the clouds. The huge thunder was torn into pieces like cloth, breaking into countless tiny lightning bolts, flashing the last light, and slowly disappearing.
Gu Fuyou fell back onto the white dragon's back, his hairpin was broken by the flying lightning, his hair fell down and scattered on his shoulders, then was blown back by the wind.
She was not an external cultivator, and her body was not strong. After resisting like this, her arms were already sore, her hands were shaking and she could hardly hold the wine, and her breathing was uneven. But her eyes were clearly exposed, with red pupils shining like pearls.
She shouted to the sky, "What's that!" She laughed happily.
Thinking back to the time in Xianluo, she was just a little cultivator in the Qi training stage. When her spiritual power was exhausted, she was caught in the claws of a wind-moving beast in the Dongxu stage. However, she was able to dig out the beast's inner elixir by herself.
She shouted wantonly: "Who do you think you are!"
Qingzhe emerged from the clouds, with his hands behind his back, standing gracefully on a flash of lightning, looking at Bailong and Gu Fuyou with a solemn expression.
He no longer underestimated the enemy. He clenched his right hand in the air and a magic sword appeared. It first looked like a long sword, and then gradually turned into a ray of light with flashes of lightning.
He seemed to be holding a bolt of lightning and attacked suddenly. The lightning turned in his hand and hit Gu Fuyou head-on.
Gu Fuyou had no doubt that if he was hit, his soul would be torn to pieces.
The white dragon coiled around, protecting Gu Fuyou in the center, with its back exposed. After being hit, a charred mark was left on its snow-white body.
Qingzhe was also affected by the counterattack and flew backwards.
Gu Fuyou flew upwards, out of the white dragon's protective circle, and stood within seven inches of the white dragon. He said angrily, "Do you think you're the only one who can summon thunder?"
The sword in her hand emitted a bright light, like the thunder in Qingzhe's hand.
She had really dared to think so before. The original intention of refining Yinhen was not just to store thousands of formations in it, that was just to combine thousands of talismans into one. What she wanted to do most was to let Yinhen evolve the formations by itself and learn by itself.
She refined the origins of all the major formations in Qimen into Yinhen, which was like teaching Yinhen the basic words. As long as it combined them arbitrarily, they could become thousands of words. It could also learn other people's "words" and form the same "words".
However, although Yinhen had been trained, something was missing. It seemed to have intelligence, but also seemed to have no intelligence. It could only rigidly unfold the formation in the sword. Learning and evolving was far from possible.
Gu Fuyou might feel regretful, but she doesn't care too much, because what she wants is no longer to refine a unique spiritual sword, what she wants is a killing weapon, a spiritual sword that will make the Zuo family die with hatred. The hatred she has now is enough.
Now, she felt something in her heart, and the thing that Yinhenshao lacked was back.
The wine in his hand was agitated, like a heart that began to beat vigorously. It finally woke up from the dead silence.
Qingzhe deployed a thunder array. Gu Fuyou believed in Yinhen and believed that he had learned it.
Gu Fuyou let go of his hand, swallowed his hatred and followed his master's wishes, flying straight to the center of the sky, and opened another formation under the formation. With a loud bang, hundreds of thunders struck Qingzhe in an instant.
The thunder was not as powerful as the one summoned by Qingzhe, but it was also very powerful.
Even Qingzhe was stunned and puzzled. Qingjun's body was wind spirit root, even if he was familiar with the formation, he was not thunder spirit root, and he would never form such a powerful thunder formation with his own spirit power.
After a moment of distraction, Qingzhe focused his mind. Another wave of thunder burst out from the clouds and entangled with the incoming thunder.
Qingzhe had a new look at Gu Fuyou, but he was still merciless. He made a sword gesture with his hands, and the thunder-like spiritual sword attacked Gu Fuyou.
The sharp wind rushed towards Gu Fuyou's face. The attacking spirit swords were like thousands of soldiers, wearing white armor and holding spears, rushing towards him. It was thrilling.
A black shadow shot up from under the white dragon, with magnificent sword energy, like a group of black-armored soldiers, protecting Gu Fuyou and rushing towards Qingzhe's spiritual sword.
Gu Fuyou said in surprise: "Gengchen!"
Gu Fuyou bowed her head and said to Bai Long, "Zhong Michu, let's tear his thundercloud apart!" She was in a state of excitement. One of them was good at wind and the other was good at water, so there was no need to worry about not being able to control the thundercloud.
The white dragon responded to her. A hurricane spread out from the dragon's body, getting bigger and bigger. The thundercloud was controlled by the formation, and the formation was maintained by Qingzhe. The entire thundercloud was considered Qingzhe's domain.
The two of them were in it, not only their spiritual power was suppressed, but they were also attacked by thunder.
The thundercloud was not an ordinary one and could not be easily blown away. However, Bai Long was very familiar with controlling water and raising clouds and fog, so the thundercloud was not completely uncontrollable.
The two of them helped each other and created a clear sky.
A layer of milky white mist overflowed from the white dragon's body, and a touch of green appeared around Gu Fuyou, like colored wind.
White clouds and green wind gently entwine.
The two of them didn't notice it, but Qingzhe saw it all, his eyes fixed on them without blinking, and he even forgot where he was.
How could the two of them let go of such a big flaw? Yinhen turned his spearhead and attacked Qingzhe with Gengchen. Qingzhe was careless and his spirit sword was repelled. The two swords continued to attack, like a tiger descending from the mountain, rushing straight at him.
Qingzhe defended himself hastily, but due to the difference in strength, he was at a disadvantage and had no time to gather his spiritual power, so he still blocked the two swords with his bare hands.
The two spirit swords flew backwards. Qingzhe lowered his hand, blood running down the back of his hand. Qingzhe glanced at his injured hand and frowned.
Bai Long and Gu Fuyou had disappeared, and the two magic swords also disappeared into the clouds after flying out.
This piece of thundercloud was originally Qingzhe's territory. He could sense where Bailong and Gu Fuyou were, but a piece of clear sky was torn open in the center by the two of them, so it could not be considered his territory. If the two were there, he could not sense them.
At this moment, the white dragon carried Gu Fuyou straight up. The surroundings were dark clouds, but there was a circular hole in the center. There was no cloud at all, and the sunlight poured in like strips of light satin.
Gu Fuyou looked at the light, squinted his eyes, and the wind blew past his ears.
Although she was in the sky, she felt like she was in the deep sea. It was dark all around her, and the darkness swallowed everything except for the surging waves above her head, which shone into the sea. The white dragon was carrying her and was about to break through the sea.
She felt extremely at ease despite being in danger.
Gengchen and Yinhen caught up, the white dragon rushed through the clouds, and there was a clear sky above their heads.
Gu Fuyou held Yinhen in his hand and said, "Zhong Michu, do you believe me?"
The white dragon roared and Gu Fuyou smiled towards the sunshine.
After a moment of hatred, a formation was unfolded in front of the white dragon.
Teleportation array.
A teleportation array always needs one end to be attached to the ground, just like building a bridge over a river. It is impossible for both ends to be suspended in the air, and one end must be on the ground. And no one can immediately build a teleportation array.
However, the formation that Gu Fuyou deployed was indeed a teleportation formation.
Gu Fuyou did not open it at the beginning. Firstly, he was suppressed by Qingzhe and was too busy to deal with it to open it; secondly, even if it was a teleportation array, it would be dangerous.
She had never dared to use it, because her connection with Yinhen had always been superficial, not as good as the mutual understanding between Zhong Michu and Gengchen, which went straight into the soul. She didn't know Yinhen well enough, and she didn't know if this teleportation array would be successful. What if the teleportation array had a flaw? If a person was teleported halfway, whether it was a human or a ghost, it would be cut in two on the spot, and even gods could not save it.
But just now, she didn't know whether Yinhen had awakened or she had awakened herself, and her harmony with Yinhen had reached another level.
She believed that this teleportation array could teleport the two of them away safely.
Qingzhe had already caught up. Gu Fuyou said, "Zhong Michu, fly in."
The white dragon responded to her and flew into the teleportation array.
Gu Fuyou stood on the white dragon's back, turned around and smiled at Qingzhe.
The next moment, the two of them completely entered the teleportation formation, and with a flash of light, the formation disappeared.
Surprises came one after another. Qingzhe had never known that after entering the Mahayana stage, his state of mind would be so volatile. He looked into the void and could not help but mutter, "Qingjun, Emperor Yi..."
The teleportation formation was indeed safe. After the man and the dragon passed through the formation, they arrived at another place.
This is a one-way teleportation formation. Gu Fuyou doesn't know where he will be teleported to. Any place is fine as long as he can get rid of that blue phoenix.
Only then did Gu Fuyou feel tired. He fell forward and lay on Bai Long, resting his chin on Bai Long's head, and shouted, "I was scared to death. I finally escaped."
Gu Fuyou's eyes fell on the white dragon's pair of horns. Zhong Michu's horns had grown fully grown. They looked a little different from when the horns were exposed on a human body. They were very beautiful.
She stared at him with red eyes fixed on him, and couldn't help but reach out her hand, wanting to touch him as if possessed by the devil.
The white dragon suddenly fell down. Gu Fuyou was stunned by the weightlessness.
The mist on the white dragon dissipated, and he returned to human form. The man had fainted and was falling unconsciously.
Gu Fuyou's heart tightened, and he flew over, hugged her in his arms, and shouted, "Zhong Michu!"
Gu Fuyou had just fought and had consumed too much spiritual energy. Fortunately, the two were not far from the ground. Gu Fuyou found a cave and laid Zhong Michu flat. Seeing that her face was extremely pale, he remembered that she had been hit by so many thunderbolts, and he was panicked and couldn't calm down.
She touched Zhong Michu's spiritual veins and found her spiritual power flowing smoothly. She then put her spiritual power on her chest and found her heartbeat was normal.
She still couldn't feel at ease. She just dared to think that Zhong Michu was too tired, so he fainted from exhaustion.
She called Zhong Michu twice again. Zhong Michu closed his eyes and frowned slightly. She felt around her body, trying to find some elixir, vaguely remembering that she had brought nothing except a bottle of wine and a pair of ear-covering bells, so she searched Zhong Michu's body, but found nothing.
She couldn't help but get anxious, and as she got anxious, she felt so irritated that she wanted to take her sword and smash the cave to pieces.
She panted twice, trying her best to calm down and suppress her anger.
Zhong Michu was injured and needed her. She couldn't do anything stupid at this moment.
She stayed by Zhong Michu's side, and after recovering some of her spiritual power, she transferred some spiritual power to Zhong Michu.
Zhong Michu has not woken up yet.
She couldn't help but panic and started calling Zhong Mi Chu again, her tone anxious and helpless.
She couldn't wait any longer. Zhong Michu might not be seriously injured, but for some reason, she was so frightened that she couldn't calm down. She thought about the extremely terrible consequences, as if Zhong Michu would die in the next moment. It was too painful, and she couldn't sit still.
She walked out of the cave, thinking about recovering some of her spiritual power, and then took Zhong Mi Chu away to find a doctor.
She had been guarding Zhong Mi Chu and had no time to check the surroundings.
Now I look closely and notice that this is a green mountain. The wind and rain have stopped and the mountain looks brand new. Raindrops slide down from the leaves and condense on the tips, about to fall.
I don’t know which continent it is on.
Gu Fuyou stood at the edge of the cave, looked around, moved his ears, and suddenly heard some movement in the cave.
He was so happy that he almost jumped up and ran back into the cave. He saw Zhong Michu half-kneeling on the ground, leaning against the wall, and about to stand up.
Gu Fuyou said happily: "Zhong Michu."
Zhong Michu stood up shakily, like a drunk, and her body was unsteady. Gu Fuyou saw her body tilt and her head hit the mountain wall heavily.
"Well… "
Gu Fuyou: “…”
Gu Fuyou thought she was injured, which was why she was unable to move, so he walked over to support her and said, "You are injured, lie down and rest first."
Zhong Michu was able to stand steadily with her help, but he was still a little shaky.
If he didn't know the previous situation, Gu Fuyou would really think she was drunk.
Zhong Michu held her hand and opened his mouth. He paused for a moment before he could say, "Don't let your guard down. Qingluan won't give up easily. You have to go back to the East China Sea with me."
That Mahayana stage cultivator is really not easy to deal with. They were lucky this time because Qingzhe showed mercy to them. It would be hard to say if they meet him again.
Now, besides Qingzhe, only Di Jun is in the Mahayana stage. Only Di Jun can stop Qingzhe and protect Gu Fuyou. So Zhong Michu didn't care about many things and just wanted to take Gu Fuyou back to the East China Sea immediately.
Zhong Michu didn't notice anything unusual. Gu Fuyou, as an outsider, heard it clearly.
When Zhong Michu spoke, it was as if his tongue was tied and his words were unclear, just like a drunk person with a lisp.
Zhong Michu said, "I can't wait any longer. Let's go now, let's go..." The word seemed to be stuck and it took a long time for him to say it. Only then did Zhong Michu realize it belatedly.
Seeing Gu Fuyou's expression of unable to hold back his laughter, her face suddenly froze, and redness spread all the way across her ivory-white skin, turning her entire face red.
Gu Fuyou touched her forehead which had been hit before and wiped off the dirt on her forehead: "Have you ever been hit on the head by thunder?"
Zhong Michu was speechless. He just pulled her to walk out, but she was staggering when she walked, so how could she lead others to walk
She fell down with one step. Gu Fuyou hugged her and they both knelt on the ground.
Gu Fuyou asked: "Where are you taking me?"
Zhong Michu opened his mouth to speak, but then realized something and stopped.
Gu Fuyou was upset and said with a smile, "I won't leave until you explain clearly."
"Donggai." Zhong Michu tried his best to speak normally, but unfortunately the result was not as expected.
"What?"
"… "
How could the mighty Dragon King of the Four Seas have ever been so miserable
Gu Fuyou couldn't help laughing out loud. At first it was a suppressed laugh, but later he took advantage of Zhong Michu's inability to speak and blame her, so he laughed more and more happily, until tears came out, and he fell into Zhong Michu's arms.
Finally, she choked and said repeatedly, "Ouch." Some time ago, she was thinking that if Zhong Michu didn't speak, everything would be fine, but today he really didn't speak.
The silent Majesty was so adorable, yet it made her feel distressed.
Zhong Michu just ignored her, pursed his lower lip, turned his head away, ignored the smile that was floating on her face, his ears were bright red, and he didn't say another word.
Gu Fuyou recovered his breath and saw that she was depressed. He smiled and said, "Don't laugh anymore. I was wrong. Don't be angry. I know. Let's go to the East China Sea. Let's go now. Let's go right away."
The author has something to say: Zhong Michu and Gu Fuyou are not the reincarnations of Qingjun and Diyi, but more like a kind of inheritance of spirit and will.