"Little friend Zhou, quickly enter the formation!" At this time, Fei Lao's voice came again.
"This old man's calculation is really accurate!" Zhou Yang couldn't help but be dumbfounded. As soon as his spiritual energy was replenished, he was found out by the other party. He had to admire Fei Lao's cultivation and ability. He could observe the changes in other people's bodies so meticulously, almost accurately. He was really a strange person!
Zhou Yang stood up and quickly entered the formation.
"Put one hand on her altar and try to communicate with her with your spiritual consciousness, or recall the process from when you met to know each other, or some memorable things. Don't stop. Just don't worry, this kind of silkworm poison is very dangerous. The consciousness that is afraid of the Yuanyang body will never actively erode you."
Fei Lao carefully guided Zhou Yang in casting spells. After a moment, he added: "Now the old man is beginning to clear out the silkworm poison in her consciousness. This method is very dangerous. You must hold your breath and concentrate on communicating with her. You must hold her soul and must not be distracted. If you are not careful, , her consciousness will be corroded by the silkworm poison again and eventually dissipate!"
Zhou Yang was shocked when he heard this. If his consciousness melted away, wouldn't Ling'er's soul be gone, leaving only a body?
He did not dare to think about anything else, closed his eyes and concentrated, placed his left hand on Ling'er's altar, first penetrated it with his spiritual power, and then began to communicate with his spiritual consciousness.
Zhou Yang has reached the late stage of Lingtai and can use his spiritual consciousness to transmit sounds. Of course, he can also actively use his spiritual consciousness to communicate with others.
But after his spiritual consciousness penetrated, he was unable to sense the fluctuations of Ling'er's spiritual consciousness. Instead, he discovered that there were layers of black mist squirming in the wisp of spiritual consciousness. This was silkworm poison.
The black mist also sensed Zhou Yang's consciousness and started to run around as if frightened, but it only fled around Ling'er's consciousness group and did not really leave.
The black mist moved, and Ling'er's weak consciousness seemed to be awakened, showing signs of recovery.
Zhou Yang immediately felt the fear of that ray of consciousness. She was also trying her best to resist the black mist, but she was very weak and could only huddle up tightly and defend with all her strength.
The souls in the altar were obviously affected by the black energy and became very depressed.
Zhou Yang's consciousness separated from the black mist and lightly touched Ling'er's consciousness, which retreated as if frightened.
Zhou Yang's mind fluctuated, as if he was transmitting a voice: "Don't be afraid, I am your little Yangzi, I am your little Yangzi!"
But that ball of consciousness was too weak, and although it was no longer frightened, it was still a little confused. Zhou Yang continued to slowly teleport with his spiritual thoughts, "Ling'er, I am Little Yangzi, I am Little Yangzi!"
Ling'er's consciousness seemed to sense Zhou Yang's consciousness and slowly calmed down.
Seeing that it was effective, Zhou Yang continued to introduce spiritual thoughts.
While he was communicating with Ling'er's consciousness, a dark yellow mist began to enter Ling'er's altar and slowly surrounded the black mist.
The black mist began to become restless. At first, they tried their best to avoid it, but then they may have been forced to rush, so they turned around and rushed towards the yellow mist, and began to entangle each other. For a moment, it rolled up and down like clouds in the sky. You are in me, you are in me, and the two sides collided fiercely.
The yellow mist that entered the altar was not too much. It was quickly consumed in the fierce confrontation and began to decrease rapidly. However, at the same time, the black mist that was several times larger than before was also dissipated.
But before the yellow mist completely dissipated, another larger yellow mist poured into Ling'er's altar and continued to fight with the black mist.
Repeatedly, more and more of the black mist was dissipated, and the remaining part began to escape. The direction of escape was clearly the depths of Ling'er's consciousness!
This made her consciousness become restless, and her communication with Zhou Yang was interrupted.
Zhou Yang was furious, his consciousness was blocked between the black mist and Linger's consciousness, and could no longer penetrate. But the black mist was a little afraid, hesitating and not daring to move forward.
But the yellow mist behind slowly pushed up, and the poisonous mist was in a dilemma. However, compared to Zhou Yang's consciousness, they were more afraid of the yellow mist. Seeing the yellow mist approaching, the poisonous mist became anxious and slammed into Zhou Yang's consciousness.
Zhou Yang was not weak either, his consciousness was entangled with the black poisonous mist.
As soon as he made contact, he suddenly felt a stinging pain coming from the altar.
"Damn it, you've been eroded by these damn poisonous mist!" Zhou Yang couldn't help but cursed loudly.
This old man is just talking nonsense, aren't you making fun of him! Why is he so afraid of his spiritual consciousness?
This time he was in a terrible situation. His consciousness was already injured, but now it was added to the injury. The old disease recurred, and a tingling sensation like needles spread all over his entire body.
"Fight!" The soul is the most important part of the human body, and it is extremely dangerous to continue like this. But for Ling'er, he must not withdraw his spiritual consciousness. In that case, it won't take long for these black mist to erode Ling'er's spiritual consciousness, and Ling'er will also disappear from this world, and this kind of thing must not be allowed to happen. It happens!
Zhou Yang's consciousness began to exert force, and regardless of the stinging pain, he used all his strength to wrap up and digest the black mist.
His consciousness seemed to open a huge mouth and swallowed a piece of black mist. After digesting it for a while, he opened his mouth again and swallowed fiercely.
Originally, the spiritual consciousness of cultivators in the Lingtai realm had no power, which meant that their spiritual consciousness had no combat effectiveness and could not be used to attack the enemy. At this time, Zhou Yang was forced to panic and swallowed up the black mist one mouthful at a time.
His consciousness also seemed to have corrosive power, slowly melting away the black mist surrounding it. Coupled with the attack of the yellow mist from behind, the black poisonous mist is decreasing sharply.
Zhou Yang was overjoyed when he saw it, and he devoured it even more violently.
At this moment, Ling'er's consciousness was quietly hiding aside, recalling everything she had with Zhou Yang. However, due to the departure of Zhou Yang's consciousness, this memory was slowly weakening. The sequelae of being eroded by the poisonous mist began to appear, and bursts of chaotic memories began to appear. begin to breed.
At this time, Zhou Yang was fighting fiercely with the poisonous mist and was unaware of the changes in Linger's consciousness.
After one stick of incense was passed, all the black poisonous mist was cleared away, and the yellow mist also dissipated.
At this time, Zhou Yang's consciousness was exhausted and extremely sleepy. He didn't feel it during the fierce battle, but when the battle was over, bursts of tingling pain suddenly came over him.
But it was this sting that made him wake up suddenly, realizing that he was only focused on fighting the poisonous mist, but had forgotten the most important thing.
His consciousness hurriedly turned towards Ling'er's weak soul. When he used his spiritual mind to communicate, he couldn't help but be shocked.
Because Ling'er's soul was already in chaos, filled with bloody and terrifying memories, and all kinds of negative emotions were slowly accumulating, and those beautiful memories with him were disappearing.
Zhou Yang was shocked and felt no sting. He struggled to wrap up Ling'er's soul with his consciousness. His mind called Ling'er and her name over and over again, trying to wake her up again. However, it was in vain. Ling'er's consciousness did not respond at all, and she had negative emotions. On the contrary, there are more and more.
If this continues, even if her consciousness does not dissipate, she will eventually become possessed and become unconscious.
Zhou Yang was very upset. Although his spiritual consciousness defeated the poisonous mist, it was all in vain.
Fei Lao, who was outside the formation, felt that the silkworm poison in Ling'er's consciousness had disappeared. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly realized that something was wrong, and frowned, secretly thinking that something was wrong.
He hurriedly put his consciousness directly into Ling'er's altar to check.
In normal times, he would never do this, because it is very dangerous to do so now, even for a Tianyuan master like him.
The capacity of the altar for low-level cultivators is limited and cannot accommodate too much spiritual consciousness. Now that Zhou Yang's consciousness has entered, Ling'er's altar has reached its limit and cannot allow a third party's consciousness to enter again.
And if you force your way in, the altar of low-level cultivators will explode!
But this time is different from the past. If he doesn't penetrate her with his spiritual consciousness, this woman will become possessed and even lose her soul. She will never fall into reincarnation.
Fei Lao separated a very small part of his spiritual consciousness and slowly penetrated into Ling'er's altar, and used the power of his soul to continuously nourish the opponent's altar to prevent accidents, and then used his spiritual consciousness to pass into Zhou Yang's spiritual consciousness. among.
Zhou Yang knew that it was Fei Lao's spiritual consciousness who had noticed it, and hurriedly communicated with him using his spiritual thoughts.
After Fei Lao understood everything that had happened before, he slowly let a ray of soul enter Ling'er's consciousness and carefully explored it.
After a few breaths, Fei Lao's spiritual thoughts reached Zhou Suo's ears: "It's so dangerous, it's just a hair away from being saved! There are still many shadows of you in her memory, you have to continue to communicate with her, I Help her from the side to stabilize her altar!"
"Yes!" Zhou Yang was overjoyed when he heard that he was saved. He continued to call Ling'er's name and transferred some memories of their time together into Ling'er's consciousness.
It wasn't until more than half an hour later that Ling'er's consciousness stabilized again, and the chaotic memories and negative emotions slowly dissipated. She established contact with Zhou Yang's spiritual thoughts again, but this connection was just Zhou Yang talking, and Ling'er listened quietly.
She occasionally had slight mood swings, which proved that Ling'er had completely calmed down and recognized Zhou Yang. It was just because her consciousness was too weak that she could not communicate with Zhou Yang using her spiritual thoughts.
Seeing this scene, Mr. Fei on the side used the power of his soul to nourish Ling'er's altar, while slowly retreating until he completely exited her altar. Then he took out several spiritual herbs and elixirs and threw them into the formation. among.
Those medicinal herbs quickly turned into powder, and then turned into a light mist and disappeared into Ling'er's altar.
Zhou Yang, who was still communicating with Ling'er's consciousness, clearly felt that the colorless mist was constantly wrapping Ling'er's consciousness, but she seemed to be asleep without making any sound.
After Ling'er's consciousness absorbed the mist, the fluctuations became more stable, and the intensity of her consciousness seemed to increase.
Zhou Yang understood that this was the mist produced by those medicinal herbs, which had a very good healing effect on injuries to the consciousness, but he didn't know if it would be useful to him.
However, he did not dare to immerse his consciousness into the colorless mist, because this was Ling'er's healing elixir, and he could not absorb it even if it was useful to him. Perhaps as long as a trace is consumed, it may have a serious impact on Ling'er's recovery of consciousness.
He just watched the mist quietly, sinking into Ling'er's consciousness little by little, and felt that her consciousness was strengthening little by little. He suddenly felt very good, and the shadow transformed by her consciousness also showed a smile. .
