The lightning struck the scales, as if hammering the light into them. In an instant, the air exploded, and everyone's ear canal seemed to be squeezed by a stream of air, and the sounds they could hear became dim and dull.
The rest of the lightning scattered, winding down like snakes, in hundreds of clusters, seemingly small, but burst into flames as soon as they fell. The formation could only reduce the power of thunder to a limited extent. Ah Fu, who was born with the ability to absorb thunder, could not handle it and absorbed half of it. Gu Fuyou had to bear the rest by himself.
Use magic to reduce the general force, and finally use your own body to bear it. Gu Fuyou held his breath in his chest, and the flow of spiritual power was extremely fast, guarding against the thunder that would hurt his body.
It hurt much more than expected. Gu Fuyou gasped for breath and had a small cut on his hand. The bright red blood was like a thread, wrapped around the back of his hand.
In the vast plain, the light was swallowed up, and everything was dim and unclear. The wind blew the withered grass, bringing a gust of fishy smell after the thunder over the plain.
Zhong Michu looked up at the sky. It was pitch black except for flashes of lightning above the clouds, which were extremely white.
What happened just now was just an appetizer, a pathfinder, and what follows is the main event.
Zhong Michu felt heavy in his heart, as if he was hung with thousands of chains. His heart was no longer beating lively, and his lips were pale from being pursed. However, no one could see clearly in such a strange scene.
She only wished to step forward and intercept the thunder, just like what she did on the sacred mountain of the Biluo Sect.
Unfortunately, the world has its own rules. Everyone has their own sufferings. No one can help. You have to bear the sufferings and overcome the tribulations by yourself. It is okay to be clever and use spiritual objects to reduce the power of the thunder tribulation. If you let others resist the thunder, there will be heavenly punishment, which will damage the two people's path of cultivation.
Just like life, you can move forward hand in hand with others, but the road is ultimately your own road, and in the end you still have to walk it on your own feet.
She couldn't go forward unless it was absolutely necessary.
The sky and the earth flashed, and all the light gathered at one point in the center and shot straight down. It was no longer thunder, but a column of light, a thunder tribulation that caused the mind to ascend to the Mahayana stage, which was not comparable to ordinary thunder and lightning.
Everyone's ears rang. Zhong Michu picked up Yi'er and shouted, "Retreat!"
The dragon tribe retreated. Zhong Michu was still there, holding Yier's head with one hand and holding her in his arms. Gengchen's sword turned into thousands of swords, forming a sword formation to block the lightning that was scattered around them.
Gu Fuyou and Ah Fu's figures were swallowed by the light. Zhong Michu looked in that direction, his eyes wide open with pain, the wind howled, the thunder raged, the hems of clothes fluttered, but all sounds and shapes were annihilated by the thunder.
When good times come, there is a rumbling sound of thunder, as if a hammer from outer space is striking the sky, and the world turns from extremely bright to extremely dark.
Zhong Michu saw the scene clearly from this transformation.
The wilderness was burned to a scorched earth. Gu Fuyou stood in the distance. His body was in a dishevel, his chest heaving, his breathing irregularly, blood flowing down his arm, condensing into a drop of dark red blood at his fingertips, and falling into the soil.
Ah Fu shook his head, and the tips of the fluff on his chest were burnt.
Although Gu Fuyou did not directly bear the thunder tribulation, she had to worry more than if she had directly suffered this thunder tribulation. She had to take care of the scale floating above her. If the thunder was too heavy, it might be directly shattered. If the thunder was too light, the force would not be enough. She had to control it, just like controlling the fire in a furnace when refining a weapon.
Fortunately, it is still under control.
Suddenly, the world fell into darkness again.
Thunder rumbled, and the third bolt of lightning fell.
It is still this devastating destruction that affects thousands of miles.
The dragon race has sharp ears and eyes, this is their nature, so they are even more sensitive and cannot stand this dazzling light. Zhong Michu closed his eyes and turned his head slightly.
He opened his eyes only when he felt the light in front of him became softer.
The ground was cracked, Gu Fuyou lowered his head, there was fatigue between his brows, and the skin on his arms that were exposed had turned black.
The thunderclouds in the sky dissipated, and wisps of light were as bright as satin.
Zhong Michu breathed a sigh of relief, the thunder tribulation was over. Three thunderbolts were considered too few for a cultivator in the Spiritual Severing Stage to break through the limit. Perhaps Qingjun's body had already passed the thunder tribulation and was already in the Mahayana realm. Gu Fuyou occupied his body, and his cultivation level dropped. That was why there was such a difference when he passed the thunder tribulation again.
God knows what Zhong Michu is thinking.
She had not forgotten the heavenly punishment Shouyi had mentioned, the restrictions of the Spirit Severing Stage cultivators. The more casualties a cultivator suffered, the heavier the thunder tribulation would be.
Along the way, Gu Fuyou's hands were stained with a lot of blood. Zhong Michu was afraid that she would be hard to survive this disaster. If that moment really came, she would have to sacrifice their immortal journeys.
Who knew that Zhong Michu hadn't been relieved for long? Gu Fuyou raised his arm with great effort, stretched out his fingers, and spiritual power surrounded the heart-protecting scales. After a while, he murmured, "It's not enough."
Looking up at the thunderclouds in the sky, I saw large gaps between them.
Gu Fuyou suddenly showed his stern expression, and yelled at the sky: "Blind God, when you are not needed, you rush to death, and when you are needed, you have no ability."
Zhong Michu's softened expression froze in the middle, but he heard Gu Fuyou continue to scold: "You silver-plated spearhead..."
Zhong Michu hurriedly covered Yier's ears. Yier's little face was still buried in Zhong Michu's arms. She just raised it a little, but was pushed back by Zhong Michu.
Yi'er asked, "Mother, is Mother Ah Man's thunder tribulation not over yet?"
Zhong Michu said: "No, protect your ears."
"Yeah." Yier raised her hands to cover her ears.
The half-dispersed thunderclouds condensed in the sky and stayed there, like large bluestones, neither dispersed nor gathered.
Gu Fuyou scolded: "If you have a guts, you'll make your wife cheat on you sooner or later!"
Zhong Michu said, "A'man!" He was afraid that she would continue to curse and cause trouble.
Cursing the sky is taboo.
With a loud bang, dozens of lightning bolts fell from the scattered thunderclouds and struck towards Gu Fuyou.
This time it came without any build-up and so fast that we were caught off guard.
Zhong Michu was walking towards Gu Fuyou when the thunder suddenly struck and hit Gu Fuyou.
Perhaps the thunder catastrophe has passed, or perhaps the thunderclouds have dissipated, this thunder is not as terrifying as the previous three, but the lightning is still eye-piercing.
When Zhong Michu heard Ah Fu's long howl, his heart jumped up. He put Yi'er down and rushed over.
The thunder came quickly and went away quickly, and has already dissipated.
In the scorched earth, there seemed to be two reefs standing on it.
Ah Fu howled in resentment, his fur was burnt off and his body was covered with bald spots. The Beast King was still the same Beast King, but his majesty was gone.
Zhong Michu stood in front of another reef, his exposed skin was dark, maybe it was the flying ash that stained his face, or the lightning that injured his skin, his clothes were ragged, and how much of his long hair was left? Not a single strand was left.
Zhong Michu felt so distressed that he said after a while: "You..."
Gu Fuyou raised his head and held up the scale, which was shining brightly and brilliantly.
Gu Fuyou's cat-like face showed a pure smile, "Zhong Michu—"
Zhong Michu was uncomfortable with the breath and said with a sullen face, "Ah Man—"
The two spoke at the same time, their voices entangled and difficult to distinguish one from the other.
"I finally made it!"
"There are so many ways to forge heart-protecting scales!"
"This heart-protecting scale is indestructible. Nothing else in the world is as tough as it. With it, you will no longer have any weaknesses."
"You are confused. When you learn from Qingjun and hammer the spiritual weapon with thunder tribulation, have you ever thought that if you lose your concentration for a moment, you will be shattered to pieces?"
No one could hear anyone else's voice, and everyone was eager to speak their mind.
"No one can hurt you from now on."
"How can there be a person like you who goes after the heavens and curses them?"
"I never want to see you get hurt again. No matter how much it costs, it's worth it."
"If you haven't succeeded, you can find another way. You are exhausted and hit by the thunder. If something goes wrong, have you ever thought about..."
The two of them seemed to be suddenly frozen, looking at each other, and the voices that were difficult to tell whose was higher stopped tacitly.
After a long while, Zhong Michu said in a hoarse voice: "Are you stupid?"
Gu Fuyou placed the scale on Zhong Michu's chest and said with a smile, "You should put it on your chest."
Zhong Michu sighed slowly and looked at her lovingly, feeling both distressed and amused, "Look at what you have become."
He raised his hand and gently stroked her forehead. After wiping it, he found that the black color on Gu Fuyou's face was stained by the corpses of weeds and lightning.
When Gu Fuyou was touched by her, he realized something was strange. He felt a chill on his head and reached out to touch it, but Zhong Michu was unable to stop him.
Bare and empty.
“Ah!” Gu Fuyou hugged his head and cried, “Zhong Michu, my hair is burned off!”
Zhong Michu put on a cloak and untied the belt.
"I am too embarrassed to see anyone, I am too embarrassed to see anyone!"
Zhong Michu held the cloak tightly, raised it, and covered Gu Fuyou's head with it, and acted indifferently, "Who can recognize your face?"
A groan from Ah Fu came from beside him. Turning back, he saw that the blow of all his fur falling off was so great that Ah Fu's head, which had been proud for a hundred years, lowered and buried itself in Yi'er's arms.
The dragon clan's doctor has come over and is standing not far away waiting for orders.
Gu Fuyou imitated Ah Fu and acted like an ostrich, hiding his body and head under his cloak and in Zhong Michu's arms, hugging Zhong Michu's waist and saying, "I don't want to see anyone." When the time came, he also cared about his image. Perhaps he had never been in such an embarrassing situation in the past hundred years.
Zhong Michu glanced back, and everyone turned their heads silently, said goodbye and stepped back.
Yi'er was still holding Ah Fu, looking around. Zhong Michu lowered his voice, stretched out the tone, and called out, "Yi'er."
Yier left obediently.
When they could only see the figure from afar, Zhong Michu said, "They have left. Your injury is serious. I will take you back to Xiaoyao City. You need a doctor to see you, so I can rest assured."
Gu Fuyou turned out from his clothes, and at that moment he looked like a baby bird breaking out of its shell, with bright eyes and a naive look, which made people feel pity for him.
With a smile, Zhong Michu's heart moved.
Gu Fuyou thought of something and whispered, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, look at us, do we look like we are taking off the veil?" After saying that, he started laughing.
The thing about this man that has not changed in seven hundred years is his love for playing.
The thunderclouds dissipated, and the sky became clear. Zhong Michu stood with his back to the light, his eyes becoming increasingly deep.
Gu Fuyou leaned on her, clearly very tired and in pain, but he still wanted to rest his chin on her, smile at her, intimately and softly, and say, "I love you."
Suddenly, a shadow fell and a hand lifted her chin.
Soft touch on lips.
Gu Fuyou narrowed his eyes, bending them deeply.
Zhong Michu kissed her.