The entire Wen Dao mountain was deathly silent, as if time and space had stopped. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the 72nd tribulation lightning and Ling Chuxi, who was enveloped by the lightning. At this moment, Ling Chuxi was so weak and helpless, like a poor little grass that had just sprouted and was welcomed by a storm.
Seeing that Ling Chuxi was about to die under the Tribulation lightning, a solemn Pagoda flew up. It was the heaven seeking tower of the great Dao!
Ling Chuxi was definitely not someone who would give up easily. No matter how tyrannical and terrifying the lightning tribulation was, as long as she still had a breath left, she would definitely not give up.
