Don't think that he would easily let her leave Wuliang Mountain after hearing these words.

The white mist did not answer Chang Ling's words, but raised his head slightly, as if he could see the skylight through the layers of thick fog.

It should be noon.

Because of the plan to leave Wuliang Mountain with Bai Mist, Chang Ling really hadn't thought about it, and now she couldn't explain anything to him.

It is extremely cruel to say something that has no score to add some hope to him and crush it.

Looking at the appearance of the white mist, Chang Ling could only sigh softly.

The conversation couldn't go on, but what Bai Mist said still made her start to wake up.

It may be that Bai Wu gets along with her too much like an ordinary friend, and she almost never doubts that she will one day return to the light of day.

However, she never got any positive answers from the White Mist.

Chang Ling said a little dryly: "White Mist, let's think of a way." ”

White Mist sneered and didn't say anything more.

At this moment, he even used his ability to probe Chang Ling's inner feelings.

When he saw the certainty and sincerity, he wanted to laugh for a while but couldn't.

She still didn't have any intention of deceiving him, she was really trying to figure out a way, she wanted to take him with her.

Bai Wu opened his mouth to taunt her, but he didn't know what to say.

What qualifications did he have to mock her, it was too long, and all his expectations for the outside world had long been consumed.

Once he also stood on the edge of Wuliang Mountain again and again, stretching out his hand from time to time.

Then the thunder that came crashed down, and he stubbornly left his body outside.

When he was smashed and his consciousness was on the verge of collapse, he stumbled backwards and lay on his back on the ground with bruises.

Over and over.

Every time he was struck by thunder, he endured the pain and continued to heal for a long time in the days and nights that followed.

As a creature born and raised by heaven and earth, the elixirs or exercises of the monks have no effect on him, and only time can repair his injuries.

Where could he have waited that long.

So the new wound was added to the old wound, and on the verge of the collapse of the entire soul body, he finally gave in.

He succumbed.

He obediently stayed in Wuliang Mountain, manipulating passers-by, and tricking greedy monks into joining him again and again, so that he could be with him for a long time.

Today, Bai Wu recalled this process again, and still felt suffocated in his breath.

If he is still like this, what can Chang Ling do.

"Chang Ling, isn't it good to stay here?"

"Here, you won't be subjected to a heavenly calamity when you enter the realm, I have a lot of secret treasures and elixirs, and it is not a problem for you to at least advance to the Mystic Law Realm and enjoy thousands of years of life. ”

"If you want to fight against anyone, I can conjure them up, and the friends and teachers you want to see can be 'really' by your side, and the fairs, pavilions, and all the excitement in the earthly world will be here. ”

White Mist muttered.

Chang Ling was silent for a while, and then said, "Then now, why don't you transfigulate." ”

"Because I know it's all false. Bai Wu replied subconsciously.

Chang Ling's eyes revealed a bit of sadness, and she whispered: "White Mist, maybe you can erase my memories and block my perception, but with the improvement of my realm and the improvement of my state of mind, at some point, I will find all these cracks, and this world will begin to collapse from my heart, I don't want to one day I wake up as if I was awake from my sleep and find that everything I was intoxicated with was false." ”

"Moreover, I have my own things to do, and I can even say unceremoniously that the world, the future of thousands of living beings, is waiting for me to save. ”

"Even if all my efforts are in vain, I should at least always be on this path. ”

Just as Bai Mist couldn't tell what the Heavenly Dao was doing to him, Chang Ling couldn't tell anyone, not everything about Tianxuanjun, and the person who had ascended for a long time still had unparalleled control over the world named after him.

Maybe Chang Ling's best thing to do is to spend a long life in the illusion as Bai Wu said, if she has a bigger heart, she may indulge in the illusion until she dies.

But, but.

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

Later, Chang Ling also forgot how the silence between the two was broken, and the following days returned to the way before.

It was as if there had never been such a heavy conversation.

Chang Ling needs to deliberately suppress the realm, but he will not fight against those monks frequently, Bai Mist is not visible most of the time, occasionally he will suddenly appear behind Chang Ling, like a child in the mortal world to play a trick on her.

The concentration of aura on Wuliang Mountain is very sufficient, no matter how much Rao is Chang Ling pays attention, the day of breakthrough has come.

As the white fog said, there was no thunder coming.

However, through the thick fog on Wuliang Mountain, Chang Ling could still vaguely hear the thunder coming from the sky.

Thinking that it was because he had not found the target for a long time, the thundercloud finally dissipated quite unwillingly.

Chang Ling felt the rich spiritual power constantly running in his body, and the rich purple earth golden pill in the dantian began to crack gradually.

The Yuan Infant is also condensed in the monk's dantian, and the Yuan Infant that is successfully condensed is a miniature version of the monk's appearance, sitting in the dantian on weekdays, and when practicing or practicing the exercises, they complement each other with the monk himself, which can play a great role.

And when the monk needs to fight with all his strength, he can also place the Yuan Infant outside the body, which can burst out with greater power.

Of course, the monk's primordial infant is also extremely vulnerable, and such a battle is extremely risky, and it is often only used in a matter of life and death.

Chang Ling had already fallen into an extremely mysterious realm at this time, and a very important part of breaking through to the Yuanying realm was to communicate with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, taking advantage of the opportunity of this breakthrough to forcibly spy on it.

However, Chang Ling is now in Wuliang Mountain, and he can't communicate with heaven and earth at all, and he has broken through to the corresponding link, and Chang Ling's consciousness is alone in a rather mysterious space, and there is silence all around.

Such a situation, Chang Ling naturally expected it before.

If she can't communicate with the avenue of heaven and earth, then she can only look directly into her heart, feel and experience the avenue in her heart.

Just like the conscience in the Sword Sutra, Chang Ling sat there at this time, going back to the roots, and moving forward on his own path little by little.

As she strode forward, at the edge of her consciousness, the rudiments of a long sword were gradually born.

In fact, it does not have the shape of an ordinary long sword, and a ball of light can't tell the hilt of the sword or the blade or anything else, but anyone who stands here and looks at it can say with certainty that this is a sword.

The sword is not only a fixed weapon, it is a bearing, a character, and a ......

Chang Ling's consciousness only grasped the sword.

She didn't know what the vast and vast sword path of heaven and earth looked like, but at this moment, she clenched the great dao in her heart.

Chang Ling opened his eyes violently, and his own aura continued to skyrocket.

The pure spiritual power continued to merge into the purple earth golden pill, and the cracks on the golden pill became larger and larger, and through the torn cracks, the golden light that burst out from it could be faintly seen.

With Chang Ling's shout, the spiritual power in the many acupoints and meridians in her body all drilled into the dantian.

The sound of the card in the body skyrocketed instantly, and Chang Ling's golden pill was completely shattered, but the spiritual power gathered in the dantian did not burst, it was still condensed into a ball of light, gradually carving the prototype of the Yuan Infant in mid-air.

After Chang Ling's golden pill shattered, the fragments instantly sat down with a little brilliance and melted into the spiritual power light cluster in the dantian.

A small sitting figure became clear little by little.

When Chang Ling, who had shrunk countless times, sat in her dantian, Chang Ling only felt that an incomparably mysterious connection was established between them.

However, this breakthrough is not over.

After the condensation of the prototype of the Yuan Infant was completed, Chang Ling only felt that the blood around her body was about to be drained, and any energy contained in her body poured towards the little Yuan Baby.

Her face gradually turned pale.

At the same time, the Yuan Infant in her dantian gradually became vivid.

At first, the Yuan Infant was just pure white, the white deepened little by little, turning into a rich milky white, and then there was a slight redness in the milky white, with the continuous injection of energy in Chang Ling's body, the range of this red gradually expanded, and soon covered her entire Yuan Baby.

The red color deepens little by little.

Chang Ling vaguely understood that the level of Yuanying was similar to that of Jindan, and they all relied on color to distinguish them, and his Jindan's condensed was Zidan, so Yuanying, would it go further?

Chang Ling felt his weakness, but he was still strong enough to continue to transmit energy to Yuan Ying.

When there was a little purple on the top of the head of the villain sitting at the end, Chang Ling felt his eyes hot.

It's almost the limit of energy delivery.

My accumulation all day long, maybe I still can't even reach the purple baby?

Chang Ling gritted her teeth and tried her best to mobilize her energy, even the essence and blood in her heart were constantly beating, shrinking in circles and circles.

The white mist who was watching a little boredly on the side widened his eyes slightly, and in the next moment, countless mist was thickened, and Chang Ling, who was completely immersed in his own world, heard a voice as loud as a bell.

"Chang Ling, stop. Bai Wu said anxiously.

What determines the level of Yuan Ying includes the monk's understanding above the Great Dao, the monk's accumulation in the previous realm, that is, the Jindan realm, and the monk's own root bone talent.

In the cultivation realm, there have always been many sayings that diligence can make up for clumsiness and change one's life against the sky, but on the road of cultivation, fate has already set an upper limit for everyone.

Chang Ling had no possibility of stepping into the immortal cultivation realm before he got through the trick, the falling moon had not been explained, and it was also a lack of context, Xingwei was a metallic single spirit root, and when a mortal without any cultivation picked up the long sword for the first time, he could already inspire a sharp sword intent.

He opened up the acupoints around his body, and opened up the smooth path to the infinite immortal path, but Chang Ling was not.

Because the lack of inheritance in the Tianxuan Realm is too serious, it does not pay attention to the spiritual root, and judging people's talents can only reluctantly say an innate Dao body through the meridians, but each avenue often has its own attributes.

For example, metal and kendo, fire and dan, etc., each monk is born with a preference for which element often determines their future path.

Even under the influence of attributes, their choices are often 'unconscious', and most of the time they will only sigh that it is fate that has led them to such a path.

Chang Ling is a rather special case.

She is not particularly inclined to any of the five elements, to put it more bluntly, she is gifted in any aspect.

Even she held the long sword by chance, and her true enlightenment was constantly carried out in the follow-up practice and realization.

Her sword intent and her sword qi are all made by her real efforts, and fate has never favored her.

Even if she later got a wonderful book like the Sword Sutra, her path was all fought out in blood.

Her golden pill was more or less able to be refined into a purple pill with the help of the power of heavenly thunder, but in this Wuliang Mountain, her talent still became a shackle that bound her after all.

In fact, it is already an extremely remarkable thing that she can go to the Yuan Infant Realm, and even condense into a white baby that is not the most inferior.

But these words, Bai Wu couldn't speak.

In terms of cultivation, he is a creature who has been gifted by heaven and earth, he doesn't need to work hard, he doesn't need to struggle, everything is so easy for him.

It would be too cruel to say to any young man that your efforts will be in vain, and that you should accept your fate and give up before you are too late.

The monk condensed the Yuan Infant, and originally needed to separate a part of the spiritual power and energy to fight against the heavenly thunder, and then lead the remaining spiritual power in the body to the golden pill and break the pill into a baby, but in this process, no monk ever thought of channeling the energy in the essence blood to the same way.

That's what really hurts the roots.

On weekdays, Chang Ling is not unable to see clearly, her struggle, her unwillingness, her unwillingness to admit defeat, have finally become a magic obstacle.

She was already much luckier than ordinary monks, and the pure energy that her bloodline had accumulated from the spirit grass, and the energy that had been saved on Wuliang Mountain to fight against the heavenly thunder, had all been merged into her Yuan Infant, and this was already the best ending she could achieve.

Chang Ling didn't understand.

She looked at the little bit of purple intent gathering, but there was no intention of spreading, her primordial baby was still bright red.

Red Infant should be regarded as a good Yuan Infant Realm in the Tianxuan Realm.

However, how could a red infant let the will of Heaven choose to press the treasure on her.

She wants to travel the heavenly road to the Metaverse, find the true path to heaven in the new world, she wants to defeat the Tianxuan Monarch, seek justice for the thousands of Tianjiao in the Tianxuan Realm who are unwilling to fall, and seek a future for this world.

A red baby, how can it be, how can it be.

Shocked by the white mist, the fluctuations in Chang Ling's body gradually turned calm.

Her Yuan Infant was completely condensed.