Female Transformation: I Run Away When I See the Female Lead

Bai Zhengyi flicked his sword lightly, and the ice crystals instantly condensed into a three-foot sword wall. The dragon head crashed into the ice wall, sending sparks all over the sky, but it was unable to advance an inch.

At the same time, Gu Qingning made a hand gesture with his left hand, and the green water prison talisman covered his head like a giant net. Bai Zhengyi turned around and swung his sword. The sword energy rolled back like the Milky Way, twisting the water prison into thousands of water droplets.

The two men's moves came one after another. Gu Qingning's talismans were strange and changeable. Sometimes they turned into thunder that struck the head, and sometimes they condensed into vines that wrapped around the feet.

Bai Zhengyi's swordsmanship is upright and his sword power is as heavy as Mount Tai.

A black thunder spell shattered Bai Zhengyi's ice spikes, a white sword energy cut through Gu Qingning's runes, and the aftermath of spiritual power plowed out crisscrossing gullies in the desert, causing the sand dunes in the distance to slide down in the shaken state.

On the city wall, Jing Jin clutched Jing Wanyi's sleeves, and saw two figures moving and dodging in the void. Gu Qingning's dark tights were stained with golden light, and Bai Zhengyi's plain white robe was stained with black air. It was like the two poles of yin and yang, and it was difficult to tell the winner.

In an instant, the talisman light and sword energy formed an impenetrable light net in the sky, and no one could break through the opponent's defense line.

"Mother... who will win?" Jing Jin's voice was torn apart by the roaring sound of spiritual power.

Jing Wanyi did not answer, her eyes fixed on the center of the battlefield, the ruby ​​hairpin on her temples trembling slightly with her breathing.

Amidst the constant tremors of spiritual power, the sky of the ghost town remained as bright as day, but strange shadows lingered on the edge, like a night forcibly suppressed by some force.

Jing Junheng and a group of children were lying on the parapet not far away, but their little faces did not have the playful look they usually had. They stared at the sky without blinking, and even the most naughty children forgot to gnaw on the candy figures in their hands.

When Jing Jin in her consciousness saw the memory that had appeared before, she knew that the thing she was afraid of was about to happen, but she was trapped tightly and could not break free.

Gu Qingning's talisman formation suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, and the twelve Gengjin talismans turned into giant swords, cutting through Bai Zhengyi's sword formation.

At the same time, the tip of Bai Zhengyi's sword was against Gu Qingning's heart, but the moment it touched her clothes, the sword deviated half an inch - this half-inch flaw allowed Gu Qingning's talisman to fly past his waist, burning black marks on his plain white robe.

"BOOM!" A deafening roar of thunder echoed between heaven and earth. Jing Jin felt the spiritual energy surrounding them surge simultaneously, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the void beneath their feet.

Bai Zhengyi's sword began to tremble uncontrollably, and the two men simultaneously looked up at the sky. The clouds above them strangely split in two, one half as black as ink, the other half as white as snow, and nine bolts of lightning rained down simultaneously.

"This... seems to be the thunder tribulation of ascension!" Someone exclaimed.

"It's the Ascension Thunder Tribulation!" someone exclaimed. The cultivators on the city wall straightened their backs, their eyes filled with awe and shock. A Mahayana cultivator undergoing a tribulation is a rare event that only happens once every thousand years, let alone two people going through it together.

Jing Jin was protected by Jing Wanyi behind him, but he could still see through the gaps between people that Gu Qingning used his fingertips to form the final talisman formation, and Bai Zhengyi inserted his sword into the sand to condense the sword intent, and the two figures stood in the thunder tribulation as a yardstick between heaven and earth.

Jing Wanyi spent a long time watching from the city wall, never leaving. Jing Jin curiously observed the silent Jing Wanyi. Three mysterious figures stood firm in front of the wall, like a rock. Leading them was Luosang, dressed in black. Her gaze on the battlefield was filled with both anticipation and hidden worry. Jing Jin could sense the pressure emanating from them.

"If she loses too, then everything will be meaningless." Jing Wanyi's whisper was drowned out by thunder. Before Jing Jin could ask in detail, the entire sky suddenly shook violently. Thick thunderclouds surged like boiling iron, and purple lightning meandered deep in the clouds, reflecting the sand into a strange blue-purple color.

The thunder tribulation did not weaken, but instead condensed into a purple lightning as thick as a bucket, which struck down with the momentum of destroying the world!

Gu Qingning's golden talisman array suddenly lit up with a dazzling light. She raised her hand and threw out the last piece of talisman paper, but it was torn into pieces by the violent electric current.

When the lightning finally dissipated, only a few pieces of charred talisman paper remained in the air, floating weakly in the sudden wind.

Jing Jin watched helplessly as the dark figure was swallowed by the lightning. When the lightning finally dissipated, only a few pieces of charred talisman paper remained in the air, drifting away in the wind.

When the last purple lightning dissipated in the sky, the originally surging thunderclouds suddenly became strangely still, as if the pause button had been pressed by an invisible giant hand.

The dead silence lasted only a breath, and a drop of warm liquid hit Jing Jin's cheek. She subconsciously reached out to wipe it away. It was raining.

Then, bean-sized raindrops poured down like arrows, and wisps of white smoke rose on the hot sand, covering the ghost town in steaming mist.

"Impossible!" Luosang rushed to the battlefield like an arrow, with the soft sword at her waist unsheathed, and the cold light reflected in her red eyes.

The rain washed away the charred talisman paper left by Gu Qingning, and the ink was smudged into winding bloodstains, flowing along the sand dunes and gullies into the low-lying areas.

Bai Zhengyi's pristine white robe fluttered in the rain, the soaked fabric clinging to his scarred body, purplish veins faintly visible beneath his pale skin. He slowly spread his hands, his palms covered in scorch marks, his eyes piercing with a terrifying emptiness.

"Where's she? Where did you take her?" Luosang pressed the tip of her sword against Bai Zhengyi's throat, tears mingling with the rain. Suddenly, she remembered the important thing she'd promised her yesterday, and now, not even a body was left. A bitter pain welled up in her throat.

Bai Zhengyi opened his mouth, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper: "She's dead."

In the distance, dozens of black shadows flew into the ghost town along the city wall. The leader's black robe was embroidered with the royal python pattern.

His gaze passed Lausanne and looked towards the ghost town in the distance, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Jing Jin felt Jing Wanyi's body tense instantly. The monks on the city wall were in chaos, some shouting "Enemy attack" and others frantically summoning magical weapons.

Luosang also noticed something was wrong. She turned her head and looked towards the ghost town, hatred flashing in her eyes: "You really won't let us go!" She turned the tip of her sword towards Bai Zhengyi's heart, "Are you really going to kill us all?"

"I didn't!" Bai Zhengyi suddenly grabbed Luosang's wrist, his voice filled with unprecedented panic, "I never thought about it..." But his explanation was interrupted by a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and a poisoned arrow flew past his ear and nailed into the sand behind him.

"Go!" Bai Zhengyi suddenly swung his sword to force Luosang back.

Jing Wanyi suddenly pushed Jing Jin into the shelter behind her: "Stay there and don't move!" When she turned around, she threw out three golden copper coins from her sleeves. The copper coins spun rapidly in the air and turned into a huge protective shield that enveloped Jing Jin.

Jing Jin curled up in the corner with her hands on her head, watching everyone fighting with the black shadow in the melee. She felt that this was a very familiar scene, but it made her very scared. She was afraid of the feeling of being powerless, and she hated herself for not being able to change.

"I..." Before he could finish his words, when the black shadow attacked from behind, Bai Zhengyi didn't even think of dodging. It was not until he felt the sharp pain of the sword tip piercing into his back that he realized that he had been looking forward to such a relief.

Mo Wenbai drew out his sword with the arrogance of a newly promoted Mahayana practitioner. The blood on the sword mixed with raindrops and dripped down, creating tiny holes in the sand.

"Your Highness, please leave early. His Majesty doesn't want you to be covered in blood." His tone was like he was driving away a stray dog.

Bai Zhengyi stumbled back, the rain washing away his wounds, but it couldn't dispel the absurdity deep within him. He looked at Luosang's hand, clenching the soft sword, and remembered that when they traveled together, they had never imagined that they would become enemies in the future.

"Take care." He didn't say anything more. When he turned around, he heard Luosang sneer behind him: "Bai Zhengyi, you and I both know that there's no going back."

Mo Wenbai paced around Luosang, his eyes wandering over her blood-stained clothes: "Young City Lord is so beautiful, if you are willing to surrender..." Before he finished speaking, Luosang's soft sword had already wrapped around his neck like a spirit snake.

Her fingertips were still stained with Gu Qingning's talisman ash, but at this moment she was more lucid than ever: "Mahayana stage? It's just a stolen cultivation."

The moment the soft sword pierced Mo Wenbo's heart, Luosang's tears burst out again - not for victory, but for the figure that would never appear again.