Thinking of this, Ling Chuxi couldn't help but get excited, but this idea was too unbelievable and too far away, and Ling Chuxi didn't think much about it.

"Forget it, if you like me, you can treat Xiaomo now?" Ling Chuxi didn't bother to hit him anymore, after all, others had slept in the dark for tens of thousands of years, so let him be proud for a while.

"No problem, I'll let you see my abyss's methods now." Cangyuan said a little triumphantly.

I saw that the spirit body shook and flew in from Duan Xiaomo's forehead. Ling Chuxi held Duan Xiaomo's hand, sank his mind, and his divine sense also probed into Duan Xiaomo's sea of mind.

In the boundless sea of minds, the majestic figure of Cangyuan stood proudly, and the long sword in his hand slashed straight out, it was the Cangyuan Seven Swords that Ling Chuxi had learned, but when it came out of his hand, it gave people a completely different feeling. Each sword has the supreme power to cut through the world.

Although it was in Duan Xiaomo's heart, Ling Chuxi had an illusion that the entire heaven and earth were all subservient to his sword intent.

I don't dare to resemble it, what a pride it should have been when the predecessors of Cangyuan personally used this Cangyuan Seven Swords!

As Cang Yuan's sword slashed out, Duan Xiaomo's Heavenly Extreme Dan Heart also operated, and the grid that divided Duan Xiaomo's Heart Sea into countless pieces broke one after another and turned into nothingness, but Duan Xiaomo's mind was not chaotic because of this, but under the guidance of Cang Yuan, it was arranged and combined in its original order, without the slightest mistake.

Only then did Ling Chuxi realize that although the current Cangyuan was only a spirit body, his spiritual power was still much stronger than his own, and if he replaced himself, even if he could clear those grids, he would not be able to reorganize his mind so accurately.

Feeling the vast and mysterious sword intent of the abyss, Ling Chuxi forgot the time, and it was not until the last grid was cleared that he suddenly came to his senses.

In Duan Xiaomo's sea of minds, there was only a silky black mist left, entangled in the deepest depths, presumably that was the poisonous power that Cangyuan said, if it was not completely clear, Duan Xiaomo would never be able to completely return to normal. But even so, his condition was greatly improved, and most of his sanity was restored.

"Where is this?" In Duan Xiaomo's eyes, a clear divine light slowly appeared, and there was no longer the previous emptiness, looking around and asking suspiciously.

"Xiaomo, how are you?" Ling Chuxi clenched Duan Xiaomo's hand in surprise.

"You...... You are Ling Chuxi, I ...... Who am I? Duan Xiaomo looked at Ling Chuxi for a long time and muttered.

"You're Xiaomo, you're Duan Xiaomo, do you remember?" Hearing Duan Xiaomo's words, tears of joy uncontrollably welled up in Ling Chuxi's eyes, and being able to ask this sentence at least proved that Duan Xiaomo had regained his senses.

"Duan Xiaomo, by the way, my name is Duan Xiaomo." Duan Xiaomo nodded.

"My father and my mother, why am I here?" Duan Xiaomo then looked around again.

Ling Chuxi was silent, not knowing how to answer.

"I remembered, my father died, my mother died, and I saw them killed." Duan Xiaomo said calmly, without a trace of grief or anger on his face, as if he was talking about someone who had nothing to do with him.

"Xiaomo ......" saw the strange calmness on Duan Xiaomo's face, and Ling Chuxi was inexplicably sad. Even if he cried bitterly, or yelled angrily, it was much more pleasant than this calmness. How so? Is it because of too much stimulation? Or is it because the poisonous power has not been completely removed?