In the field of vision, a large net made of symbols of various shapes and colors suddenly contracted, gathering on Ye Xiuwen's fingertips like phantoms. Everyone except Ye Xiuwen made magic tricks, and various symbols appeared, gathering at the point at Ye Xiuwen's fingertips like lightning. Zhang Xiaohan felt dizzy and the Taiyi magic was still calculating, but her spiritual consciousness was already overwhelmed.

She wanted to close her eyes to isolate this calculation, but when her eyes closed, the sky eyes were still open uncontrollably, and various imaginary symbols in the sea of ​​consciousness were still arranged strangely. Zhang Xiaohan didn't want to think or calculate, but the rotation of the sky eyes was almost uncontrollable. She was forced to think about the calculation and forced overdraw her spiritual consciousness, which made her face pale suddenly. The uncontrollable pain in the skull was like a tumultuous sea, but her thinking was as clear as if it was not disturbed.

What you see from Ye Xiuwen's fingertips is clearly a brilliant spot of light, but when it falls under Zhang Xiaohantian, it seems as vast as the universe. Hundreds of thousands of symbols are arranged in order, and new symbols are constantly added.

It's like another space for achievement, a new small world.

It’s not that the mind cannot bear the heavy pressure, but that the spiritual consciousness cannot withstand such intensity calculations. It’s like overdrawing the body for several days and nights and consuming all the nutrients stored by the body. Zhang Xiaohan cannot even look at herself, but she clearly knows that she can’t bear it anymore. All her thinking is out of control, and her spiritual consciousness is concentrated on the calculation of the Taiyi Divine Technique. The pain in the skull seems to be about to explode.

Her spiritual consciousness clearly could not withstand such operations, and the sea of ​​consciousness was shrinking rapidly. Before she knew it, Zhang Xiaohan opened her eyes, but her eyes were dull and unconscious.

She stood up, but she looked like a puppet, just standing up, her spiritual sense and thinking were completely absorbed into the brilliance on Ye Xiuwen's fingertips.

"Boom!" was not a very loud voice, a little dull, but Zhang Xiaohan didn't hear it at all. Her spiritual sense and thinking were all in that dazzling world that was both small and wide. But with this sound, something in the sea of ​​consciousness exploded.

The results calculated by the Taiyi Divine Technique and the deduced changes instantly poured into the sea of ​​consciousness, just like countless follow-up shots appearing instantly. Whether it is understandable or incomprehensible, they are crowded in. The spiritual consciousness seems to be exploded into pieces, and each fragment has a calculated conclusion.

The "Soul Cultivation" exercised silently, and the soul power gathered over the fragments of the scattered spiritual consciousness, gently gathering them together. The Tianyan closed at some point. The Taiyi magic completed her own calculations and disappeared. The sequelae of excessive consumption of spiritual consciousness was finally fully displayed. She just felt dizzy, nausea and vomiting, and her thinking finally stopped completely.

She didn't know that she was in a state of sleep. She had long forgotten that monks could still sleep. In the past ten thousand years, even if they practiced, they would always be able to be alert. When their body was weak, they would fall down.

Ye Fei stood beside Zhang Xiaohan, looking at the nine great monks setting up the formation with Zhang Xiaohan. Like Zhang Xiaohan, he rarely saw this scene, but he only saw appearances.

Zhang Xiaohan's body suddenly shook and attracted his gaze. He was shocked when he saw it from the corner of his eyes. Zhang Xiaohan's hair seemed to have withered, his face was white without any blood. It looked as if he had lost control of his body.

In an instant, the feeling of being attacked flashed in my mind, and my alertness increased to the extreme. I stretched out my hand to take Zhang Xiaohan's waist, and my spiritual sense was suddenly released.

The brilliance on Ye Xiuwen's fingertips was also released, ascending to the high sky, an invisible force began to penetrate silently. Apart from this barrier that had not been completely built, there was no attack.

Ye Fei immediately discovered that his observation was wrong. Zhang Xiaohan's pale face, unscrupulous eyes, and uncontrolled body were completely manifestations of damage to his spiritual consciousness. Could it be that something in the thick fog had just attacked Zhang Xiaohan's spiritual consciousness unknowingly, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his body.

A pill suddenly appeared in his hand, but before it could be put into Zhang Xiaohan's mouth, his hand suddenly stopped, and the cold sweat that had not yet dissipated in his body was densely spread on it. He lowered his head and slowly looked at his dantian, looking inward. Suddenly, a fat white flesh worm appeared in his dantian, and he was swaying his claws.

His spiritual sense clearly heard a threat that he shouldn't have heard, and the Nascent Soul also felt an extremely terrifying threat, but why was the protective shield not activated? He suddenly understood why Duanmu Yu turned against him. Under such circumstances, no one could stick to his original idea.

But Zhang Xiaohan's spiritual consciousness has been damaged to this extent, how did she control her spirit insect? Could this spirit insect be able to reach this level?

"Boss Zhang's spiritual consciousness is damaged. This is the magic medicine to stabilize the spiritual consciousness." Ye Fei calmed down and tried to communicate with the fat white flesh worm in his spiritual consciousness.

He received no response, but Ye Fei felt that as long as Zhang Xiaohan made a little bad change, the insect would swallow his Nascent Soul in one bite. He was surprised at his sudden restraint and even forgot the pain in his dantian.

He hesitated and still sent the elixir to Zhang Xiaohan's mouth, but Zhang Xiaohan couldn't even swallow it. Ye Fei's hand sent on Zhang Xiaohan's jaw, and he couldn't help but worry. After this moment of delay, the seal had been placed in mid-air.

Unexpectedly, except for the initial cold sweat, Ye Fei subconsciously thought that this fat white insect would not really harm him. He lay down on Zhang Xiaohan's body and looked at it with concentration. Once again, he confirmed that it was the consumption of spiritual consciousness. When he raised his head, the nine domain masters were also setting up the seal.

"What's wrong?" The first person to find the problem was Xuanyuan Xuan. He walked over and stood beside Zhang Xiaohan, looked down and his face calmed down.

"Those who fainted suddenly should be because of the damage to their spiritual sense." Ye Fei said.

Xuanyuan Xuan stared at Ye Fei, obviously knowing that with Ye Fei's strength, he could not hurt Zhang Xiaohan. The others also looked here, and Sikong Yuan said: "Why did his spiritual sense suddenly become damaged?"

He paused and continued, "It's good, so we don't need to take action."

Everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but Ye Fei, he clearly felt the insect in his dantian getting nervous, for fear that it would rush up and suck its Nascent Soul dry.
Chapter completed!