Chang Ling was constantly running the aura in his body, and he was crying out for pain everywhere in his body.

I don't know how long it took for her barely enough strength to look inward, looking at her own Yuanying who looked much more transparent than before—her Yuanying had also been hit hard.

Her eyebrows were furrowed, and her slender fingers kept stamping in front of her.

I don't know if it's an illusion brought about by pain, Chang Ling vaguely felt that he actually saw wisps of purple qi on this primordial baby.

Before the joy could bloom, she slapped her head violently.

How can it be effective so quickly, this time the thunder is still carried by the white fog.

Chang Ling forced himself to calm down and continued to operate his spiritual power.

At this juncture, emotional fluctuations will involve Chang Ling's wounds, but he can't be sloppy at all.

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

I don't know how long it took, Chang Ling completed the last week of spiritual power in his body, opened his eyes suddenly, and let out a long breath.

The most dangerous time has passed, and the rest just need to find some panacea to slowly recuperate.

Previously, in order to carry this thunder tribulation, Chang Ling and Bai Wu had already looted the things left by the people who had died on Wuliang Mountain over the years, and originally thought that this preparation would not mention carrying all the thunder tribulations, but eight times out of ten should still be able to withstand it.

They still underestimated Heavenly Dao's hatred for the two of them.

Chang Ling had followed Luoyue for a short time, and then Bai Wu had barely learned some ways to identify elixirs, dragging his broken body and constantly searching all over Wuliang Mountain.

For the first time, she found out that this Wuliang Mountain was so huge.

At such an age, Bai Wu doesn't even have the habit of tidying things up!

For a long time after that, Chang Ling found a place where he had placed some things, and rested here before setting off to find the next pile of things.

If she hadn't been seriously injured, she would have had some treasure hunting.

After Chang Ling's injuries recovered, he gradually began to receive a response from Bai Mist.

Although most of the time it is only a cold response.

The days of recuperating on Wuliang Mountain were extremely torturous.

Due to the long-term loss of consciousness, Chang Ling could only roughly calculate the time, calculating how long the agreement with the falling moon would last.

This also made her more and more agitated.

Many times, she sat on the white misty ground and looked into the distance.

It seems that through the invisible barrier, you can see the free world outside, and even more distant, the world that belongs to the setting moon.

She should have exhausted all her life's strength to walk the heavenly road and walk the immortal path to the place she went.

I don't know if it's because of the warning of the Heavenly Dao, there are fewer and fewer monks who inadvertently pass by Wuliang Mountain and are pulled in.

The aura outside is so thin that even if it is pulled in again, it will not have any effect.

After I don't know how long it took, the white fog also recovered completely.

At first, Bai Wu would continue to fight against Chang Ling, and her cultivation realm was not slow.

But, but.

Behind the ascension without bottlenecks, there is only endless emptiness.

Finally, the upper limit of Chang Ling's talent was finally reached.

Her talent, her primordial infant determined that if she didn't have any adventures, she could only do this in this life.

At this point, I don't know how many sixty years have passed.

Chang Ling didn't know that the aura of the outside world had been completely absorbed by Tianxuanjun's magic weapon.

There has long been no sect of cultivating immortals in the entire Tianxuan Realm, and people who are no longer obsessed with cultivating immortals have begun to develop culture and music, and the world is changing with each passing day.

Only Chang Ling and Bai Wu were left, as the last two people in the world who were forgotten by the Heavenly Dao.

After I don't know how many years passed, Bai Mist's trembling hand stretched out Wuliang Mountain.

The ban is gone.