This one was obviously much stronger than the previous one, Chang Ling's five-element array was divided into five multicolored rays, and before these five-colored rays could be completely fused together, they instantly fell apart under the fierce attack of the heavenly thunder.

Chang Ling didn't have time to sacrifice other means, so he stubbornly relied on his body to carry down this heavenly thunder.

It's not that she didn't anticipate all kinds of accidents in her mind that she might encounter when she endured the thunder, and it wasn't that she didn't report that she was trying to directly face the thunder now and use the power in it.

Even though Bai Wu and the experience of many seniors have warned her many times.

The heavenly thunder of the Yuanying Realm is completely different from the heavenly thunder of the Jindan Realm, especially in the case of Chang Ling.

This seventy-seven-eighty-eight heavenly thunder that had been reduced in power smashed on Chang Ling's body at once, the skin on her surface cracked inch by inch, and the whole person couldn't support her body at once, and knelt on the ground.

Every time the majestic power in her body wanted to burst Chang Ling's entire body, she forcibly gathered her entire body because of the strong recovery power of her body.

There was not a single place left in her body.

Under the severe pain, the scene in front of Chang Ling's eyes was also extremely blurry.

She breathed a sigh of relief and continued with her next step.

Each Heavenly Thunder is a few points stronger than the previous one, and each of Chang Ling's arrangements is becoming more and more complex and detailed, and it is also becoming more and more critical.

Tianlei took shape much faster than she expected, and even the power of the Five Elements Great Array could not be fully displayed, not to mention the more complex formations that followed.

Chang Ling gritted his teeth and quickly proceeded to the next step of arrangement.

A moment before the intense fainting sensation hit, a dazzling light suddenly lit up around her.

It seems to be able to illuminate all the gloomy thunderclouds that seem to be about to be suppressed.

This light was not emitted by something, but was composed of countless tiny points of light constantly surrounding Chang Ling, constantly flickering.

The intensity of each photoelectric light has barely reached the threshold of the spirit treasure.

Chang Ling and Bai Wu didn't know the name of this magic weapon, but this was the only magic weapon left over from the Miao Law Realm artifact cultivation.

Because when it is used, the conversation sits in the sky of light, so Chang Ling calls it Yaoguang.

Yaoguang was not originally prepared to deal with this third thunder tribulation, such a killer weapon was actually used by Chang Ling to maneuver.

Once something goes wrong, Yaoguang can quickly go up, and its strength should also be able to solve Chang Ling's urgent needs.

The formation she was originally going to deal with the third heavenly thunder didn't have enough time to run and activate, probably because she noticed her arrangement, the heavenly thunder was one after another, and the speed was very fast.

After the light was released, Chang Ling had some respite.

She had even released her Yuan Infant and arranged the formation with her.

All of Chang Ling's soul divisions are gathered together, and it is also an important part of dealing with the heavenly thunder, and now he can't come out to help, without the help of the soul division, Chang Ling is still in a hurry in the face of these complex formations alone.

Releasing the Yuan Infant is indeed an extremely risky act.

Even after all these years of tempering, her Yuan Ying is still very fragile.

If it weren't for her dantian, as long as the heavenly thunder leaked a trace of electric light, it would be able to smash her Yuan Ying at once.

But in such a situation, Chang Ling had no choice but to release Yuan Ying to speed up the subsequent corresponding arrangements.

The thunder landed too fast.

After Yaoguang endured the third heavenly thunder, the light dimmed a lot, Chang Ling shook his hand and took them back, and the next moment the fourth heavenly thunder had already landed.

Another powerful formation erupted.

Chang Ling and Bai Wu have studied too many experiences and experiences left by the previous monks, and there are more than ten ways to completely block the Heavenly Thunder of the Yuanying Realm just by all kinds of recorded means, of course, Chang Ling's situation is more special, those things that are recorded to be able to withstand the entire round of Heavenly Thunder are often shattered after bearing a Heavenly Thunder.

Chang Ling's face was very solemn.

Her aura had been firmly locked by heaven and earth, and it was almost impossible to retreat to Wuliang Mountain, and she didn't know how many heavenly thunders she would endure.

The remnants of the second heavenly thunder in her body still hadn't dispersed for a long time, and Chang Ling was reluctant to make follow-up arrangements, and she didn't spare any effort to recover her injuries for a while.

After these lightning lights almost blew through her entire body, there were finally sporadic and extremely insignificant lights that penetrated her Yuan Infant.

Since Chang Ling advanced to the Yuan Infant Realm, when she fought against the illusion created by the white mist, she had never been injured by the Yuan Infant, and this was the first time she had experienced the severe pain from the Yuan Infant.

The pain was completely different from the pain of her body and soul, and she could no longer think of any words to describe it, and for a moment the whole person was a little scrambling.

And the heavenly thunder that was ready to go seemed to have discovered her abnormality, and with a few rumbling sounds, three heavenly thunderbolts fell one after another.

Chang Ling barely broke free from the pain, and in the face of such a scene, he had to quickly throw out the broken Yaoguang.

Chang Ling vaguely heard countless broken voices, and a magic weapon that the Mystic Law Realm could have refined with his life's essence and blood was completely damaged in this way.

She didn't even have a chance to feel distressed, so she hurriedly hid Yuan Ying in the dantian, and her whole body bowed up with her back to the sky.

Yaoguang couldn't stop it, and the remaining heavenly thunder smashed straight down on Chang Lingdi's back.

Chang Ling fell to the ground in an instant.

The whole person has completely turned into a bloody person.

The soft armor that had just wrapped her whole person was instantly scorched black, and the stiff and fragile light touch could turn into countless flying ashes.

A gentle blow of the wind blew them all away.

This high-quality armor is the only armor Chang Ling wears on his body.

So vulnerable.

I don't know if it was because of the pain or because the sky full of clouds was too depressing, Chang Ling's heart suddenly bred a little despair.

Will she really survive this thunderstorm?

Can she really bring the white mist out of the Wuliang Mountain?

This is only the first time that you have faced this thunderstorm.

In the future, if you don't have such a good preparation this time......

Chang Ling shook his head violently, after forming a contract with the white mist, as long as he wanted, Chang Ling could also use the ability of his divine soul for a short time, and at this time, under the influence of the powerful divine soul, Chang Ling quickly came to his senses.

She wasn't stupid, and if she hadn't figured it out before, how could she have come out so openly.

The sound of a question ringing in her ears, the despair and pathos that seemed to come out of her heart, were only a very insignificant effect attached to the thunder that fell.

Chang Ling forced himself to calm down, it seems that landing three heavenly thunders at once also made the will of the heavenly dao take a lot of effort, Chang Ling now has no 'kung fu' or no ability to recall the original careful planning and layout of the heavenly thunder, she opened the storage magic weapons on her body one after another, and the magic weapons and pills piled up in it like a hill all tilted out.

She didn't even have the ability to reach for those bottles of elixir.

Chang Ling gritted her teeth and paddled her bare arms on the ground, supporting her thin body towards the crystal spiritual fluid.

She bit hard, and the porcelain vase of good material was suddenly bitten directly by her teeth.

Countless tiny sharp porcelain pieces stuck in the corners of her mouth, her cheeks, her neck, and she looked up in ignorance, pouring all the remaining spiritual fluid into her mouth.

This is already the most precious elixir in the entire Wuliang Mountain, and its effect is comparable to the ordinary blood condensation grass in the Heavenly Xuan Secret Realm, and at this time, this energy is just a drop in the bucket for Chang Ling's almost collapsed body.

However, the slightest feeling of coolness brought by this spiritual liquid still made Chang Ling sober up a little.

What's next?

The thunderbolts that landed one after another disrupted all her preparations, and her mind was also very confused at this time.

I have to admit that this thunder still has a lot of impact on her mental thinking.

Chang Ling relied on his vague memory to drive his spiritual power to arrange the array flag beside him.

The rumbling thunder seemed to come from the sky again, and at this time, the thunder that had not yet dissipated in Chang Ling's body burst out in an all-round way, and her fragile consciousness finally could no longer support it, and her eyes were dark, and she completely fell into deep darkness.

At this moment, pain, ambition, and grievances were far, far away from her.

............

What Bai Wu and Chang Ling signed was not a contract of life and death, and Chang Ling's life and death would not have any impact on him at all, but for Chang Ling's current situation, Bai Wu could still feel it.

Standing in front of the thick fog that enveloped Mt. Wuliang, Bai Mist seemed to be able to see the tragic scene outside.

As he had done countless times before, thunder crushed the peaks and split the earth, dried up shallow streams, and formed deep ravines in the waters.

And the person in the center of the thunder, from top to bottom, there is no intact place, the thunder shatters not only his body, but also his heart that always holds hope and wants to fight.

No, Chang Ling is different from him.

Chang Ling is so weak, so unfavored by heaven and earth.

Even if he was divided into a small amount of transport, what could he do?

The arrangement she used her last strength to make it was only barely able to resist one more thunderbolt, right?

One at most.

She's dying.

White Mist quickly recognized the reality.

Oh, how do people in the world mourn their relatives or friends?

Should we erect a grave for her and carve a tombstone, preferably to write down her achievements and experiences in this short life?

Then during the New Year's holidays, I brought some food and wine to talk to her.

This is already the best and best result of remembrance.

White Mist suddenly felt a little dazed.

He had some faint thoughts in his heart that he wanted to get out of the shackles of the cage, but his temperament and style of doing things had been formed for many years.

He thought that the last thing he could do for Chang Ling was to remember her forever.

With his long life, he always remembered this bright girl, who once stood in front of him without knowing the height of the sky, saying that he would save him.

And he actually believed it.

They worked hard for years to prepare, and in the end the girl paid with her life.

What a poignant and tactful heroic story.

If they weren't the two people who were trying to turn the world upside down.

............

(If you just want to see this, you can directly think that Chang Ling is dead, after the start of school, life and studies are busy, there is no time and energy to change day by day, and the future updates are updated with fate, if there is a new brain hole, maybe this book will be cut directly, and choose to finish.) You can also imagine that in the end, Chang Ling traveled to the Heavenly Road, went to the Metaverse, killed Tianxuan, opened up the way to heaven for the Tianxuan Continent, and he has always struggled on his own path throughout his life. ）

Chang Ling opened his eyes again.

She was sure she had opened her eyes, though she could still only see the darkness.

She tried to release her mind to investigate her surroundings, but found nothing.

It can't be described as having nothing to say, it can only be said that her divine sense is also 'blind'.

Is she dead?

No, no, the person who was killed by the thunder of the sky only has the end of his soul scattered, and it is impossible for his consciousness to remain in this world.

If you don't die......

"White mist?" Chang Ling shouted tentatively.

Fortunately, her voice was not dumb, but it was too low.

Her words were shouted for a long time, but she received no response.

Countless bad possibilities kept flashing in Chang Ling's heart, not waiting for the sadness and fear to further ferment in her heart.

A voice of impatience sounded behind her.

"What are you shouting, it's noisy. ”

It's white fog.

Chang Ling subconsciously wanted to turn around and take a look, but found that his whole body was very stiff.

It's all shattered.

Not to mention moving, Chang Ling barely sensed his situation, and he didn't know how he could still live with a breath.

The last moment of the memory is stagnant in the pain that goes deep into the bone marrow and deep into the soul.

She clearly understood that her thunderstorm was not over.

In fact, at that moment, she had already foreseen her own death.

She had never hoped that the White Mist would come out of Wuliang Mountain and bring her back.

Chang Ling was a little stunned for a while.

Bai Wu had already consumed a lot of Origin Power in the process of 'fighting' against her and preparing her to deal with the Thunder Tribulation, and in this case, he walked out of Wuliang Mountain and walked under the Thunder Tribulation that was erupting......

Chang Ling didn't dare to think about what kind of scene it was.

"Thank you. She said in a low voice.

It was only then that she truly had some joy for the rest of her life.

"You lie down for a while, recover a little, and go find things like spirit herbs and elixirs by yourself, don't trouble me. The sound of the white mist urn came from behind Chang Ling.

Chang Ling complied with his wishes, without the slightest clarity, she clearly understood that Bai Wu didn't have the strength to find these things for her.

Even when she recovers a little, she has to find something for the white mist to heal her injuries.