After the Xuan Chan Master's family was wiped out, she also had the most intuitive understanding of the Zhengdao League's behavior. The Zhengdao League and the Zhengdao Qifang had a deep hatred, and they were absolutely unwilling to see the rise of the Zhengdao Qifang.
Even if she has never used the art of refining weapons in front of outsiders, even if she returns to her original appearance and changes her name at the same time, because of the relationship between He Zhengdao and her, the Zhengdao Alliance will never let her go.
Therefore, if Wei Wuming is promoted to Xuanzun as soon as possible, they will have more confidence in protecting themselves, and at the same time, they can solve a worry. Wei Wuming's studies are too complicated, and the complicated and complicated power of heaven threatens him.
If you cultivate your foundation and do not advance to Xuanzun for a day, you will not have peace of mind for a day.
Fortunately, Ling Chuxi's cultivation foundation is basically much stronger than others, so it doesn't matter if she doesn't consolidate it. Anyway, it's up to Wei Wuming to resist the thunder. She just needs to help at critical moments. Of course, if
It would be best if you don't take action.
"Then it's time for you, Sir." Wei Wuming didn't show any pretense. He sat cross-legged and started to use his skills to attack the final bottleneck.
Not long after, the spiritual clouds that had just dispersed gathered again, and the roaring and muffled sounds were endless.
Just listening to the rumbling thunder, one can imagine that the power of this tribulation thunder is not weaker than Ling Chuxi's previous promotion tribulation thunder.
But Ling Chuxi is not worried. No matter how strong Wei Wuming's tribulation thunder is, it will not be stronger than her extra seven tribulation thunders. The only thing she is worried about is that Wei Wuming's knowledge is too complex and his soul is not enough.
Strong and tough, it can be severely damaged by lightning.
However, Ling Chuxi obviously underestimated Wei Wuming's perseverance.
"Kill!" Wei Wuming roared wildly, murderous intent surged through his body, and he raised his knife to strike at Jie Lei.
"Boom, boom, boom..." The thunderbolts fell one after another. Wei Wuming gritted his teeth and slashed out with all his strength one after another.
Finally, the last tribulation thunder fell, and Wei Wuming's whole body was covered in blood, and he stood there for a long time like a bloody man.
Although he looked a little embarrassed, or miserable, his back was as straight as a javelin, and his eyes were full of unyielding.
Ling Chuxi kept sacrificing his spiritual consciousness and carefully guarded his soul. Fortunately, although Wei Wuming's soul was far less powerful than Ling Chuxi's soul, it was unusually tough, despite the thunder and power.
It floated around like a helpless boat in the rain, and was even almost blown away by Lei Wei several times, but in the end I persisted.
After experiencing the baptism of the Tribulation Thunder, the soul grew rapidly like bamboo shoots after the rain. It didn't take long before it was successfully promoted to the soul.
Wei Wuming's injuries also healed on their own at an astonishing speed. The signs of blood on his body were washed away by clean water, leaving no trace.
Wei Wuming looked up at the sky, and suddenly a clear whistle came out, and a completely different rhyme of Taoism filled his body.
Ling Chuxi looked at Wei Wuming with relief. Those completely different Taoist charms obviously came from Wei Wuming's complex martial arts. However, at this time, there was no sense of confusion at all.
Ling Chuxi knew that at this moment, his complicated martial arts skills finally blended together. Just as Wei Wuming himself said, he finally found his own way of cultivation.
"Sir, thank you very much." After a long time, Wei Wuming's excitement calmed down, and he said gratefully to Ling Chuxi.
"You don't need to thank me, I didn't do anything. You can withstand these fifty-four thunderstorms all by yourself." Ling Chuxi said.