Ling Chuxi couldn't help but get excited when she thought of this, but this idea was too unimaginable and too far away, so Ling Chuxi didn't think much about it.
"Forget it, I'll do it if you like me. Can you treat Xiao Mo now?" Ling Chuxi was too lazy to hit him anymore. After all, others had been sleeping in darkness for tens of thousands of years, so let him be proud for a while.
"No problem, now let me show you what I can do." Cangyuan said somewhat proudly.
I saw the spirit body swaying and flying in from Duan Xiaomo's forehead. Ling Chuxi held Duan Xiaomo's hand, calmed her mind, and her consciousness penetrated into the sea of Duan Xiaomo's mind.
In the boundless sea of mind, Cang Yuan's majestic figure stood proudly, with a long sword in his hand slashing straight out. It was the Seven Swords of Cang Yuan that Ling Chuxi had learned, but when he used it from his hand, he was shocked.
People have completely different feelings. Every sword carries the supreme power of cutting through the universe.
Although it was in Duan Xiaomo's heart, Ling Chuxi had an illusion that the entire world was surrendered to his sword intention.
I dare not imagine how arrogant Senior Cang Yuan must have been when he personally used the Seven Swords of Cang Yuan!
As Cang Yuan slashed his sword, Duan Xiaomo's Tianji Danxin also started to circulate. The grid that divided Duan Xiaomo's mind sea into countless fragments broke and turned into nothingness, and Duan Xiaomo's mind
, but there was no confusion because of this. Instead, under the guidance of Cang Yuan, they were arranged and combined according to the original order without any mistakes.
Only then did Ling Chuxi realize that although the current Cangyuan was only a spirit body, his mental power was still much stronger than his own. If it were him, even if he could understand the grids, he would not be able to reorganize his mind so accurately.
Feeling the vast and mysterious sword intent of Cang Yuan, Ling Chuxi forgot about time, and did not wake up until the last grid was cleared.
In the sea of Duan Xiaomo's mind, there is only the last piece of black mist like silk, entangled and tangled in the deepest part. It must be the sinister power that Cang Yuan said. If it is not completely clear, Duan Xiaomo will never be able to
Completely back to normal. But even so, his condition can be greatly improved and most of his sanity can be restored.
"Where is this?" Duan Xiaomo's eyes slowly showed a clear light, and there was no longer the empty space before. He looked around and asked in confusion.
"Xiao Mo, are you okay?" Ling Chuxi squeezed Duan Xiaomo's hand in surprise.
"You...you are Ling Chuxi, me...who am I?" Duan Xiaomo looked at Ling Chuxi for a long time and murmured.
"You are Xiao Mo, you are Duan Xiaomo, have you remembered?" Hearing Duan Xiaomo's words, Ling Chuxi could not suppress tears of joy in her eyes. Being able to ask this sentence at least proves that Duan Xiaomo
Xiao Mo has regained his consciousness.
"Duan Xiaomo, by the way, my name is Duan Xiaomo." Duan Xiaomo nodded.
"My father and my mother are here, why am I here?" Duan Xiaomo then looked around again.
Ling Chuxi was silent, not knowing how to answer.
"I remembered, my father is dead, my mother is also dead, I saw them being killed with my own eyes." Duan Xiaomo said calmly, with no trace of grief or anger on his face, as if he was talking to him.
Just like unrelated people.
"Xiao Mo..." Seeing the strange calmness on Duan Xiaomo's face, Ling Chuxi felt inexplicably sad. Even if he cried bitterly or yelled a few words in anger, it would be much better than this calmness.
How could this happen? Is it because of too much stimulation? Or is it because the sinister power has not been completely eliminated?