By the time he suddenly woke up, he could no longer let go of the good, and could only reluctantly punish the most evil.

Even over the years, he has been controlled by invisible forces, constantly attracting people from the outside world to Wuliang Mountain, and choosing those who are full of blood debts and strong karma.

Chang Ling, who was fished in under such circumstances, unexpectedly had an exceptionally pure soul.

He can't immediately 'kill someone' of this kind of person, and as he keeps coming into contact, he feels ashamed of himself in front of this person.

He wants to show his friends in front of him, but he is actually not that bad.

But he couldn't even say it directly.

Everything was done by him, and there was no room for argument.

He used to be resentful, but in the long lonely time, he understood very clearly that he was not innocent at this point.

A villain with his hands covered in blood and his whole body covered in karma is obviously to blame himself.

Regardless of whether Chang Ling is a human cultivator or a nightmare, he should be extremely disgusted with him like this.

Bai Wu finished all the words of 'explanation' in one breath, and he stood aside a little at a loss, as if he was a disciple waiting for the judgment of fate.

And Chang Ling didn't speak, just looked at Bai Wu gently.

Without any condemnation or disgust, if Bai Wu takes a closer look, he will definitely be able to find the tolerance and distress in it.

Under such a gaze, Bai Wu felt a little ashamed for the first time, and he couldn't help but lower his head.

In the next moment, his figure simply faded directly, and he quickly disappeared in front of Chang Ling.

As soon as the white mist left, Chang Ling's whole body softened, and he lowered his eyebrows to hide his expression.

She didn't say anything to call back the White Mist, even though she knew her request wouldn't be denied.

She also needed time to think about what to do next.

The birth of a tragedy is often not a unilateral reason, and all kinds of things are entangled in all aspects, forming today's tragedy.

Bai Wu will definitely suffer from heavenly punishment when he leaves Wuliang Mountain, looking at the soul of this Wuliang Mountain all over the mountains, although it is under the instruction of Heavenly Dao, but it should be punished, Chang Ling does not think that Heavenly Dao will be merciful to White Mist.

And Bai Wu himself, because of what he has encountered over the years, has also developed a mixed temperament, and he himself has a hurdle in his heart.

Chang Ling rubbed her forehead that was a little painful, she always had persistence and persistence far beyond ordinary people in some things, and for the things she believed, she would do her best to do it.

Make a plan, she almost never made a detailed plan to accomplish something, after all, she was not single at any point before that.

Being cared for and favored, there is no fear.

If Bai Wu wants to stand in the sun again, the first thing he needs is to reduce the karma on his body, there are many souls on Wuliang Mountain, most of them are some years, and now even if they want to send them into reincarnation, it is almost impossible.

Not to mention those souls that were fused together by the White Mist by special means.

Without leaving Wuliang Mountain, in order to cover the heavenly punishment, the white mist had to absorb more of the power of the divine soul to form a 'white mist' that shrouded the entire Wuliang Mountain.

It's almost an endless loop.

Karma, Chang Ling suffered a lot, or because she was not the one who attacked the creatures in that city, she was just a karmic bearer, so she was directly killed by the heavenly thunder the moment she swallowed the Xuan Soul Grass.

The human life in Bai Mist's hands, but it was genuine that he committed it, and these people are not reincarnated, Chang Ling was a little irritated and rubbed the hair scattered on the back of his head.

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

Although Chang Ling didn't think of any practical solutions, the relationship between her and Bai Wu eased.

Chang Ling began to fight against the Yuan Infant Realm cultivators every day again, and Bai Mist no longer stood by and watched, but gave advice from time to time.

Although he didn't need to practice like other creatures in the earthly world, after all these years, his life span was too long, and his knowledge was still quite good.

If Chang Ling sometimes asks some questions, Bai Wu happens to be unable to answer them, so he simply draws one or two from the souls all over the mountains and fields, and he can always answer them.

Of course, Bai Mist's main guidance to Chang Ling is not in the operation of exercises or spiritual power, as the nightmare of heaven and earth, he has a unique advantage in terms of divine soul, which is almost a perfect fit for Chang Ling's 'last' shortcomings.

The realm has not been further improved, and the sword scripture naturally can't turn the next page, and she still only has mastered the most basic three-talent sword formation, but she already has so many souls in her sea of consciousness.

Bai Wu didn't know the way of the sword, and no matter how many monks there were, they didn't have the soul to use the sword formation, so after he looked at it a few times, he began to take Chang Ling with him, and at the same time used multiple three-talent sword formations.

He took out a large number of long swords from the storage magic weapons of the previous monks, and threw them in front of Chang Ling, with years of understanding and long-term actual combat, and Chang Ling's current divine soul can be called the ceiling of the Jindan realm monk, and he is extremely skilled in using a single sword formation.

Even the Sancai Sword Formation, the most basic sword formation that she was extremely familiar with, still made her a little stretched thin by the combination of multiple combinations.

Each soul has its own independent consciousness, and with so many more souls at once, Chang Ling's main soul can receive countless messages and ideas at the same time, if it weren't for the tempering of karma over the years, she is afraid that she would go crazy directly in the 'whispering' at this moment.

A three-talent sword array only needs three sub-souls to cooperate with each other, and then superimpose the divine souls on it, Chang Ling's imperial earth flying swords collide with each other from time to time in mid-air, each one contains her spiritual power, and each one is sturdy when smashed on the other.

Day by day, Chang Ling was miserable.

On top of this most basic operation, Bai Mist can't help her.

Chang Ling insisted on refusing to learn soul control, so she always maintained her own independent consciousness in each soul division, which is not necessarily a bad thing, after all, in the longer term, every autonomous consciousness means more possibilities, means a higher ceiling.

Speaking in detail, there is still a difference between Bai Mist's 'Split Soul' and Chang Ling's Split Soul.

All the consciousness of the white mist has no primary and secondary distinction, and he can 'flow' between different souls at will, so when his consciousness is not in the corresponding divine soul, it is extremely dependent on the consciousness of the divine soul itself.

His split souls were all the strong souls he stayed by his side after controlling the soul.

He roughly showed Chang Ling, and Chang Ling only glanced at it hurriedly.

The level of those soul splitting in the white mist was too high for Chang Ling, and she would suffer a lot of damage even if she took a complete look at her divine soul.

At the least, they are all in the Mystic Law Realm, or the extremely powerful ones in the Mystic Law Realm.

And the combat power of the white mist, to a large extent, also depends on these soul divisions, if he is willing to move, he will use his own consciousness to directly control the opponent's soul consciousness, if he is a little lazy, he will directly release these soul divisions, specializing in the cultivation of the soul of the powerful realm monks, the combat power of the soul is almost no different from their body, and even for those monks who are not proficient in the soul can play a greater role.

In fact, after Bai Wu saw Chang Ling's split soul that day, he already understood that the person in front of him had always been a complete human being.

Chang Ling called that process soul splitting, and he preferred to call this process replication.

Every soul that has been cut out by Chang Ling, after being nourished, is another Chang Ling in terms of thinking style and personality.

The current Chang Ling may not be able to see it, but at the level of the white mist, he can barely get a glimpse of the future of her exercises.

Maybe with the improvement of her realm and the improvement of the strength of her divine soul, each of these divine souls can even be said to be independent of her, but it is a bit like the doppelganger exercises practiced by those monks, cultivated to the extreme, even if there is one remaining soul split, she can survive as Chang Ling independently.

If Chang Ling made more preparations in the future and used special means to seal his split soul, even if the main body encountered danger outside, it would be fine.

The monks under the Mystic Dharma realm attach great importance to the role of the physical body in their cultivation, but as the realm continues to improve, they will eventually jump out of the confinement of their weak physical body and pursue the Great Dao and eternity on another level.

It's magical.

Bai Wu had to admit that a human being, who was the weakest in body, the worst in talent, and the most unintelligent, actually had the wisdom that all things in the world together could not be defeated.

Chang Ling's method, he is also very excited.

If he wants to stand in the sun in the future and walk in this world with dignity, he really shouldn't control his soul anymore.

After waiting for Chang Ling to practice and compete for many days, he could finally run several Sancai sword formations at the same time.

Multiple long swords were suspended in mid-air at the same time, emitting a cold light.

Bai Wu looked around, and he was quite satisfied with Chang Ling's progress.

The next moment, a white mist began to fill his eyes.

At the same time, the scenery in front of Chang Ling also changed.

Countless long swords flew in mid-air, looking rather chaotic from a distance, but if you look closely, each one has its own trajectory, combined with each other, messy but not out of order.

Looking more closely, Chang Ling found that it was a huge formation composed of countless three-talent sword formations.

When a person's life is too long, he inevitably becomes more informed.

The attainment of the white mist above the formation path, the current entire Heavenly Xuan Realm can also be said to be unparalleled.

He went to retrieve the memories of the powerful person who was once the best at the formation path of Wuliang Mountain, and it still took a lot of effort to combine the three sword formations of Chang Ling.

Her sword formation looks very basic, but every time it is in line with the most accurate place, it is obviously an extremely simple cooperation, and the three long swords are running in mid-air, which is unexpectedly exquisite.

It is not a simple matter to combine such basic and original things together to increase its power.

However, Bai Wu couldn't help but feel complacent in the face of his achievements at this time.

These days, he has retracted the heart he once teased, and truly treats Chang Ling as a friend and a junior to teach.

He was also extremely happy with the novelty he had never experienced in his life.

Watching Chang Ling make little progress under his polishing, the smile on his face became more and more.

Only then did he understand why people pay so much attention to inheritance, and it was a good thing that the things he was good at could be continuously passed on.

Just as the life of those people cultivating is so short, their self-created exercises for the realization of the Great Dao can indeed be passed on forever.

And Chang Ling's entire mind has been attracted by the picture in front of her, and she refuses to let go of the slightest change.

I don't know how long it took, but in the end, Bai Wu saw that Chang Ling's divine soul power was exhausted, so when she was about to fall unconscious, she hurriedly put away the picture.

Chang Ling exhaled a long breath, and the whole person fell backwards at once.

Lying on the soft grass, looking at the white mist of the clouds, she slowly closed her eyes.

The soul is consumed to the extreme, and it seems that she can only realize the Tao in her sleep next.

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

Waiting for Chang Ling to wake up again, the sword intent on her body was almost impossible to suppress.

Enlightenment is simple and difficult to say, the reason why she kept checking the combined sword array conjured up by the white mist was that she had some thoughts faintly in her heart.

She didn't think it should be like this.

The original three-talent sword array, the three long swords cooperated with each other and continued to operate, each one was very sharp, each one contained a sharp sword intent that belonged to Chang Ling, but after the combination of the white mist, several three-talent sword formations were combined together, and they were much more rounded, but they lost the sharpness that originally belonged to the sword.

There is no doubt that the changes of the white mist are extremely subtle, and they are also a great inspiration to Chang Ling, and the foundation of the entire large array does not need any changes, but it is a little bit worse.

What's the difference?

With the increase in the strength of his divine soul, Chang Ling's current coma could not be said to be another way of 'cultivation'.

In the past few days in that void space, she has been practicing this big array, and when the last overwhelming sword light burst out, Chang Ling suddenly opened her eyes and sat up from the ground.

As she got to her feet, several long swords flew out from behind her, clanging in the air.

One by one, the sword arrays were combined, each long sword performed its own duties and cooperated with each other, and with the operation of spiritual power, the sword light became more and more prosperous.

Sword after sword flew towards that place.

After waiting for the entire large array to be completely completed, the tips of several long swords pointed to the sky at the same time.

With Chang Ling's shout, all the spiritual power in her body tilted out, and for a while, the sword array in front of her was full of light.

The sharp sword light seemed to penetrate the long-lasting white mist above Wuliang Mountain, piercing straight into the sky.

On the side, the white mist and Di Abi, who was quietly lying behind the big tree, faintly glimpsed the light of the sky.