The other three people saw Zhu Yan wake up and took a deep breath. They didn't see Gu Fuyou's abnormal behavior in time. Qingzhe shouted: "Why are you in a daze? Hurry up and replace the center of the formation!"
Gu Fuyou had buried his head very low, with his shoulders drooping. Now he stood up straight and raised his head.
Zhong Michu frowned, sensitively noticing something unusual, and called softly, "A'man?"
Gu Fuyou turned sideways, squinted his eyes at her, and said, "Zhong Michu." Gu Fuyou turned away his hatred, held the hilt of the sword upside down, and put the sword behind his back, "Why bother with so much effort to seal Zhu Yan, what's the point."
Zhong Michu was shocked, but his face remained unchanged as he said softly, "For peace of mind."
Qingzhe and Fengsui were on guard against Zhu Yan, but Zhu Yan stared at them without saying a word, too peacefully, but such silence made them feel uneasy. Zhu Yan's whirlpool-like fiery eyes were mysterious and unpredictable, and the fiery color gave people a cold and evil feeling.
Gu Fuyou asked back: "An Ning?"
Gu Fuyou looked disgusted, "What peace do those people from the Immortal Sect deserve? They want to kill me, but I have to save them. What kind of logic is this?"
Zhong Michu caught a glimpse of Qingzhe's gesture from the corner of his eye, and approached Gu Fuyou calmly, "It's not for their peace, it's for us, for Yi'er, for Mr. Zhai, Fengsui, and Old Seven..."
Gu Fuyou said: "Li Mingjing and his people will also benefit from this, as well as Du Pan..." When she mentioned Du Pan, her face became ferocious, she gritted her teeth, and she wished she could tear him to pieces.
Zhong Michu was only three steps away from her. "The law of nature is clear. Good deeds will be rewarded and evil deeds will be punished. Those people will be punished eventually, but the time has not come yet."
Gu Fuyou sneered, "Where does justice come from? If there is justice, the Zuo family would have been wiped out seven hundred years ago. It's not justice that's destroying the Zuo family now, it's me, Gu Fuyou."
She thought of something and looked at Zhu Yan. Her eyes seemed to be filled with fire. She smiled and said, "This world is unfair. Good things will not happen to everyone. But in the face of disaster, everyone is equal. It is better to let it go and cover the earth with white snow. It is really clean."
Before she finished speaking, Zhong Michu grabbed her and hugged her, holding her face with his hands and straightening her to face him, "Aman, look at me."
When their eyes met, a trace of confusion flashed across Gu Fuyou's eyes.
Qingzhe took the opportunity to snatch Yinhen from behind her. At this moment, Zhu Yan, who had been silent all the time, suddenly roared. The sound was almost condensed into substance, like transparent ripples, coming in circles, like a sledgehammer hitting the whole body, and the roar caused a strong wind.
Qingzhe's movements were slowed down, and Gu Fuyou noticed it. He turned around and was about to attack Qingzhe. Zhong Michu was quick-witted and grabbed Gu Fuyou's wrist.
Gu Fuyou was filled with rage and blood rushed to his head. His hand loosened and the sword fell. He quickly took it with his other hand and swung the sword back at Zhong Michu.
Zhong Michu jumped back and dodged, but she was not prepared for Gu Fuyou and was a step slower. The sword rubbed her cheek, and a dragon scale appeared on her chin. She raised her chin slightly, touched the dragon scale with her fingers, and looked at Gu Fuyou.
The sword just now was thrown too fast, and Gu Fuyou had not yet reacted to what she had done. When she realized it, she looked at Zhong Michu, stunned, and stammered, "I, don't know..." She herself couldn't understand why she actually attacked Zhong Michu. For a moment, she was confused, frightened, and irritable.
Qingzhe took advantage of the opportunity and jumped over to grab her. Gu Fuyou, who was in a daze, immediately struggled with a fierce look on her face, like a wild beast, and would not stop until she tore Qingzhe apart.
Qingzhe was merciless, twisting Gu Fuyou's arms and pouring spiritual power into Gu Fuyou's body. Gu Fuyou's arms were in great pain and he groaned in pain. Qingzhe snatched the Yinhen from her hand and said, "You are only capable of this. Zhu Yan will be bewitched in a short time."
Zhong Michu couldn't help but call out, "Senior."
Qingzhe naturally knew that she was asking him to be gentle, but he did not loosen his grip for a moment. “Zhu Yan is the condensed resentment and murderous aura of the battlefield. If the world is divided into yin and yang, good and evil, then he is the extreme of yin and evil. If people have darkness in their hearts, they will be easily affected by him. Even if there is only a little bit, if their will is not strong, he can draw it out.” This is one of the reasons why Zhu Yan is not easy to deal with.
Gu Fuyou's words were inconsistent, and it was obvious that he was influenced by Zhu Yan.
Suddenly, Zhu Yan's roar changed. Zhong Michu had a premonition and dodged in front of Gu Fuyou and Qingzhe. He summoned Geng Chen, and Geng Chen turned into thousands of sword lights, forming three sword walls.
Zhu Yan's right arm scraped all the way over from the edge of the cliff. With just a swing of his fist, the wind blew wildly, the rocks danced, the earth shook, and the sword wall shattered three times with clangs, clangs, clangs. Before the remaining force had faded, the tip of his right hand was like a sharp sword, grabbing past with a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye.
Zhong Michu groaned, and blood splashed into the air. The claw was so fast and quick that it did not give anyone a chance to react. It was so ferocious that it not only broke the defense of the cultivator at the peak of the Spirit Severing Realm, but also tore the dragon's scales.
Even though he was restrained to this extent, he still had such ability. This showed Zhu Yan's magical power.
Geng Chen pulled himself out of the mountain wall and flew back to Zhong Michu's side. Zhong Michu covered his left arm, blood flowing out from between his fingers.
Most of Zhu Yan's body was still trapped in the magma, only his head, right shoulder and right arm could move. The dragon bones should have originally sealed the area outside his head, but two of them were broken, and Zhu Yan's right arm must have been freed through them.
It can control a part of the body and change its size. Zhong Michu hurriedly saw the attack just now. Zhu Yan's arm suddenly changed, from thin arm to thick fist, like an iron hammer.
Zhu Yan opened his mouth, revealing his fangs. The beast's face couldn't make many expressions, but Zhong Michu inexplicably felt that it was mocking him.
Qingzhe yelled at Gu Fuyou: "Why don't you wake up quickly?"
Qingzhe glanced at Gu Fuyou and glanced at Zhu Yan. Zhu Yan opened his mouth and roared again, making people feel stuffy in their chests.
Qingzhe's face immediately turned pale, and he was horrified, but his hands did not slow down at all. He sealed Gu Fuyou's spiritual power and quickly circled in front of Gu Fuyou. While doing these things, he said to Zhong Michu: "Dragon King, this girl is not confused by Zhu Yan, she has a resonance with Zhu Yan. You guard Zhu Yan and don't let it attack."
Qingzhe thought to himself, "It's terrible. How could it come to this?"
Before Zhong Michu could ask more questions, Zhu Yan's next attack had already arrived.
Qingzhe pointed his fingers at Gu Fuyou's Heavenly Palace. If his spiritual power entered the Heavenly Palace, he would be a little careless and his brain would be destroyed, and he would be stupid for life. This was such an important place, but Qingzhe was unwilling to show any mercy. In his eyes, sealing Zhu Yan was more important and he could not afford any mistakes.
External spiritual power intervened, and Gu Fuyou's mind was swept away. She was struggling in her heart, in a chaos, and had never been prepared. Qingzhe's spiritual power entered, and Gu Fuyou felt as if she had stayed in a closed and warm place for a long time, and her head was dizzy. When she opened the door, a cool breeze hit her, refreshing her heart.
Gu Fuyou was in a daze, but finally came back to his senses.
Seeing this, Qingzhe said to Fengsui, "Then whoever, take her out!" Without delaying for a moment.
If he was confused by Zhu Yan, he could wake him up. If they were in resonance, he was afraid that Gu Fuyou would stay too long and be infected by Zhu Yan and become a second "Zhu Yan". Now the formation has been repaired, and it only needs to replace the formation eye and seal the formation. Fortunately, she is not here, so it doesn't matter.
Feng Sui came over, supported the collapsed Gu Fuyou, and looked at Qingzhe hesitantly. Qingzhe said, "What are you standing there for!"
Feng Sui glanced at Zhong Michu. Even such a powerful man couldn't even focus on fighting against Zhu Yan's one arm. Feng Sui didn't delay any longer. He carried Gu Fuyou and took her out of Black Mountain.
Zhu Yan's roar intensified, and a dragon's roar was mixed in. Gu Fuyou raised his head, and in his blurred vision, the white dragon wrapped around Zhu Yan's right arm and bit Zhu Yan's shoulder fiercely. Its fangs had a samba light, and it seemed to be ferocious enough to tear Zhu Yan's right arm off.
Zhu Yan raised his right arm and smashed it towards the edge of the abyss, causing the Black Mountain to shake. Qingzhe flew to the top of Zhu Yan's head, trying to replace the center of the formation. The magma under the abyss was turbulent, and a stream of magma surged up, transforming into Zhu Yan's figure. He grabbed Qingzhe with both hands, and before he got close, he could feel the heat. Qingzhe dropped thunder, and the magma was shattered and reunited.
The flow of spiritual energy was curbed here, not only suppressing Zhu Yan, but also suppressing them.
Gu Fuyou struggled to go inside and shouted, "Zhong Michu!"
Qingzhe heard the voice and turned back and shouted angrily: "Take her out now!"
Feng Sui gritted his teeth and dragged Gu Fuyou out. Gu Fuyou looked at the scene, but another picture flashed through his mind -
"Emperor Yi!"
The white dragon's huge body wrapped around Zhu Yan and roared at the exit: "Take her out now!"
"Qingzhe, take her out!"
Qingzhe held her hands back, "Qingdi, you need to set up the formation outside. As the clan leader, you need to manage the huge Qingluan clan. Anyone else can stay here, but you can't."
Qingjun finally half compromised and was half dragged away by force. Bailong and Zhuyan disappeared at the end of their sight.
Gu Fuyou felt panic for no reason. "No, no, I won't go out. Zhong Michu..."
However, her spiritual power was sealed, and the Heavenly Palace was forcefully invaded by Qingzhe. She was very weak at the moment and could not break free from the shackles of the seal.
Bai Long and Zhu Yan also disappeared from sight little by little, just like in the picture.
Not long after Gu Fuyou left, the white dragon's fangs pierced deeply into Zhu Yan's flesh. Zhu Yan howled in pain, and slammed his arms against the mountain wall. The ground fell and hit the white dragon, then stretched into the magma.
The white dragon loosened from it, regained its human form, and rolled to the ground. Before he could get up, he had already vomited blood.
There was blood all over Zhu Yan's shoulder, and it was hard to tell whether it was Zhu Yan's or Bai Long's.
Zhong Michu wiped the corner of his mouth, his breathing trembling, but when he took Gengchen, he stood up steadily and straight.
Zhong Michu glanced at Qingzhe and asked, "Senior, what is resonance?"
Qingzhe was still struggling with Zhu Yan, who was transformed from magma, and thought to himself that this was not the time to gossip. However, he hurriedly glanced at Zhong Michu's expression and couldn't help but explain to her, "Zhu Yan is bellicose and likes wars. He loves the chaos in this world. There are some people in this world, the Dragon Clan and the Qingluan Clan, who are bloodthirsty, provoke wars, and create chaos. Whether they are voluntary or forced, they will easily lose their nature if they fight for too long. The Qingluan Clan calls them possessed demons. They are no longer human, dragon, or Qingluan. Ordinary people cannot smell the bloody smell from the battlefield, but Zhu Yan is very sensitive to it. They are all born towards darkness, so they are naturally attracted to each other. This is what people call "stinks like each other."
While listening to Qingzhe's words, Zhong Michu's brows showed worry, but then he changed his mind and looked at Zhu Yan coldly with a firm expression.
Zhong Michu bypassed Zhu Yan's attack, flew to Qingzhe's side, and said, "Senior, let me replace the center of the formation and seal the formation. You can create opportunities for me and find a gap to leave here."
Qingzhe disagreed, "Replace the center of the formation and seal it. If I go out, you still have to guard against Zhu Yan's attack. You must have seven orifices in your mind, how can you do three things at once?"
Zhong Michu had already taken Yinhen from Qingzhe's hand and said, "It will help me."
Yinhen is Gu Fuyou's spiritual sword. It has just gained intelligence, recognized its master, and rejected outsiders. Qingzhe is more skilled than Gu Fuyou, so he can lift it, but it is also a strong suppression effect, let alone use it. Zhong Michu held it in her hand, but it was very light, and Yinhen trembled slightly, as if she was holding it in her hand and enjoying it very much.
Qingzhe couldn't help but be surprised. He had never heard of friends being so close that they could use each other's spiritual swords.
When Qingzhe was still worried, Zhong Michu said, "If we delay, something bad will happen."
Qingzhe thought about it for a while before agreeing, thinking that if it didn’t work, he would think of another way.
Zhong Michu had other considerations. It was true that she and Qingzhe worked together to find an opportunity to replace the center of the formation, and then she would seal the formation. This would be safer, but she didn't know how long it would take. But she was worried that the longer it dragged on, the greater the influence of Zhu Yan on Gu Fuyou. She wanted to make a quick decision.
Qingzhe concentrated his spiritual power, and the spiritual sword was filled with spiritual light, like thunder. The whole cave was filled with crackling sounds, and the lightning was like a spider web, spreading in all directions. He wanted to accumulate strength and strike with all his strength to give Zhong Michu a chance.
Aiming at Zhu Yan's movements, Qingzhe shouted coldly. The lightning light increased, thunder sounded, and Zhu Yan, the incarnation of magma, was pierced with several big holes, making it difficult for him to protect his body. Zhu Yan was hit by lightning and seemed to be paralyzed.
Zhong Michu knew that this could not hold him back for too long, and with Qingzhe's attack, he reversed Yinhen. Yinhen responded with the magic she was good at, amplifying it. Frost spread from under the sword, freezing Zhu Yan, freezing the rocks, and even the magma was covered with thick ice.
Zhong Michu flew to the top of Zhu Yan's head, stroked the sword of Yinhen, closed his eyes, suppressed his reluctance, and handed it out to replace the eye of the formation. When it succeeded, the formation was instantly renewed, like a bronze statue plated with gold, and the connection between the formations became closer.
After replacing the center of the formation, the repaired chain formation was even more majestic and powerful than when it was first set up. Qingzhe was amazed at Gu Fuyou's ability.
Sealing a formation is just like closing and locking a door. Many formations have the same sealing methods. Although Zhong Michu is not familiar with formations, he also knows how to seal a formation.
Zhong Michu made a hand gesture and prepared to seal the formation. Qingzhe glanced at Zhu Yan, who was still frozen, so he had plenty of time. He turned into a green gas and flew out of the cave.
The chain formation gradually closed, but a discordant sound was heard.
With a cracking sound, a crack appeared in the ice under his feet.
Zhong Michu knew that Zhu Yan had broken free from the ice, but the chain formation had not been completely sealed and he could not dodge. He could only urgently summon Geng Chen, who sealed the formation with one hand and controlled the sword with the other, using attack as defense.
The sword is powerful, like a meteor falling to the ground.
Zhu Yan anticipated that if Zhong Michu succeeded, it would be sealed here for thousands and tens of millions of years, so he risked everything and did not avoid it at all.
If an ordinary spirit beast was struck by this sword, not only would its life be lost instantly, but even its palm would be completely destroyed.
The sword energy pierced through Zhu Yan's palm, bringing up a layer of blood mist, and the wound left behind was only as thick as the rim of a cup.
Zhu Yan's flesh palm was unstoppable.
It was only a few steps away from Zhong Michu, and he arrived in an instant. The chain formation was about to be closed completely in an instant.
It was a matter of life and death, a matter of success or failure. Yinhen deployed a defensive formation to protect Zhong Michu, while Zhu Yan's sharp claws attacked Zhong Michu. With a loud bang, a figure was hit against the mountain wall, and the entire mountain wall caved in.
Zhu Yan looked up, hatred hanging over his head. Although the light was weak, it was endless and would never go out. The chain formation was sealed at the last moment, and it would be another ten thousand years without sunlight. Zhu Yan howled miserably, expressing endless hatred, anger, and despair.
Zhong Michu fell from the sunken place and knelt on the ground, holding her abdomen, blood spread on her clothes. She frowned and groaned from her nose. If it wasn't for the last moment, the formation of Yinhen delayed for a while, she would have suffered more than just this injury.
Zhu Yan turned his head and looked towards Zhong Michu. It seemed that the air was starting to stir, and the ice had been melted by the heat. Zhu Yan attacked again, and it was even crazier than the last time. It wanted to vent its anger on the white dragon that blocked its way.
After Feng Sui brought Gu Fuyou out of Black Mountain, Gu Fuyou became so emotional that he fainted.
Feng Sui explained the whole story to Qing Man. While Qing Man was healing Gu Fu You, she said with disdain, "It's useless."
Gu Fuyou didn't wake up for a long time, and there was a lot of movement in the Black Mountain. Qing Man looked at the mountain for a long time, turned around and saw that Gu Fuyou didn't move. She was so angry that she hit Gu Fuyou's head with her staff, "Why don't you wake up!"
Gu Fuyou had not suffered any external injuries. He was first affected by Zhu Yan, and then Qingzhe forced him into the Heavenly Palace. The injury was not on his body, but on his soul. All Qingman could do was to straighten out his spiritual power, feed him some elixirs to clear his mind and calm his spirit, and then take care of Gu Fuyou's own will.
Speaking of this will, suffering such a great disaster, the body was destroyed, only a lonely soul, reborn in a corpse, struggling in hatred, experiencing the bloody storm on the battlefield, and persisting until now without losing oneself, it is really not easy.
Heishan was shocked again, and Feng Sui called out, "It's Senior Qingzhe."
Qing Man looked back and saw a green gas flying out and taking shape in front of the two of them. It was Qing Zhe. Qing Zhe didn't have time to talk to her, so he looked towards the mountain and saw that the crack was gradually closing.
Qingzhe felt relieved until he could no longer see it.
Done.
Gu Fuyou sat up suddenly and shouted, "Zhong Michu!"
Her ears were full of cold sweat and she was terrified. It was obvious that she had escaped from a nightmare, but she still couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.
She glanced at Qingman and the other two, then realized what was happening. She stood up hastily, staggering in her haste.
Qing Man said: "It's just right, the formation inside is sealed, you can summon her out." Even at this time, Qing Man's voice was still unhurried and revealed a sense of casualness.
"Ah, yes." Gu Fuyou was still a little dazed, "Call her."
She was very familiar with the formation, so even if she was absent-minded, she could complete the summoning formation. However, after half a day, there was no response and no one came out. She looked up at the sky, but there was no sign of the white dragon.
Gu Fuyou's heart skipped a beat, as if she had suddenly fallen into a cold pond. Her thoughts, which were still drifting away, suddenly came back. She looked at the summoning array whose spiritual light was gradually dimming, and murmured in a low voice: "Zhong Michu..."
Qing Man and Qing Zhe did not seem to have expected this. Feng Sui said, "Master, is there something wrong? Try again."
Gu Fuyou nodded. Yes, there must be something wrong, otherwise why would there be no one here? The previous two times, they were summoned as soon as they came.
Something must have gone wrong.
She paid more and more attention to those details that she had not cared about before, fearing that if she missed even a little bit, she would miss the result she wanted. This time, she even called out her name, "Nanzhujun." She hadn't called her like that for a long time.
At this moment, every minute and every second seemed extremely long.
As time passed, I thought that maybe the time had not come yet, so I waited a little longer, and was unwilling to accept the result that the person did not come out.
If it doesn't work, change your name to "Zhong Michu."
Keep trying, keep waiting.
No one came out.
Panic gradually built up, and she called out the names one by one, "Senior Sister Zhong, Zhong Michu, Lord Nanzhu, Your Majesty, Yan Qing..."
Until the spiritual light faded away, no one responded to her.
Qing Man and Qing Zhe could guess that if the summoning array was not used, there would be only two possible results: the summoned spirit beast would be dead, or it could not be summoned at all. No matter which one it was, if they said it out loud, the person in front of them would collapse. If they didn't say it, the person would collapse sooner or later. There was no solution.
How could this happen
The two great men were unable to help at all. Looking at Gu Fuyou crying, they seemed to see Qingjun from many years ago. They felt guilty and melancholy, and sighed softly, but no one heard it.
Gu Fuyou cut her palm, added her own blood, and opened the summoning circle for the third time. Adding blood did not increase the effect much, but she thought that blood contained spiritual power, and with a little more spiritual power, maybe it would work.
She called, "Zhong Michu."
She lowered her head, about to raise it but not quite, not daring to look at the result, yet wanting to know the result. The time limit passed, and there was no sign of anyone.
She had to face the reality that Zhong Michu could not come out. She was at a loss at first. She had never thought that she would be separated from Zhong Michu forever. She felt that even if they were separated forever, she should go first. Then she was at a loss and then desperate. Thinking about it, it felt like her heart was broken.
She couldn't bear it, begged, cried, and shouted in grievance, "Zhong Michu!!!"
The sound traveled far away and seemed to echo in the sky.
I don’t know if it was tears or rain, but cold liquid was sliding down my cheeks.
Another drop, this time, Gu Fuyou was sure it was raining, even though tears were accumulating in his eyes. It was raining.
She smelled blood and saw raindrops dripping onto her hands. She looked up and suspected that there was something wrong with her eyes. How could there be red rain
She looked up and saw the rain falling gently, a red rain with a pungent smell of blood.
Even the clouds were dyed red.
Gu Fuyou’s eyes suddenly widened, and he tried to get up, but failed. He supported himself on the ground, staggered out, and caught the person who fell down.
Gu Fuyou had somewhat forgotten what clothes Zhong Mi was wearing when she first came, but he knew it was not red.
Gu Fuyou carefully wiped her face and wanted to say something, but his throat choked and his eyes felt sore and hot. He couldn't hold it back any longer and tears fell.
It wasn't Qingjun who was crying, it was her who was crying, not for Di Yi, but for Zhong Michu.
She was finally able to speak, and she leaned her face against her forehead and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't be afraid, you are out."
She knew in her heart that these words were not meant to comfort Zhong Michu, but to comfort herself, for her constantly trembling body.
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