Jiang Ning guarded Bei Yin Zhiyao's side, engrossed, and could clearly feel that the strange energy in the sea of marrow was slowly weakening, originally full force unfolded, visible at a distance of eight hundred meters, after the consumption during the afternoon battle, it could be seen three hundred meters.

After Ji Guan Gun and Jing Zhiling left, Jiang Ning lasted for two hours, and by the early hours of the morning, the visual range of the strange energy was limited to within 100 meters, and the only consolation was that during this period, Jiang Ning witnessed the whole process of Xiao Hei's breakthrough after devouring the old golden lion demon core.

From the imminent exhalation of the violent power to the precipitation of all restraint, Xiao Hei has been prostrate on the ground, motionless, and did not make any noise, but Jiang Ning can clearly perceive that Xiao Hei is very painful, because the cold sweat on his body has not stopped, all Jiang Ning can do is to touch the latter with his hands, but there is still no way to directly share the pain on the latter's body.

This process lasted for an hour, and Xiao Hei came to his senses and gradually fell into the dream, which he slept very comfortably.

After another hour, Bei Yin Zhiyao, who had been cultivating, finally woke up.

Bei Yin Zhiyao told Jiang Ning that his cultivation had recovered sixty percent, and because of the blood loss, the recovery was a little slow, but it was no big deal, and this could not be rushed, and it would be back to its peak state by tomorrow night at the latest.

Of course, Bei Yin Zhiyao is not most concerned about her own injury, but Jiang Ning, who has seven senses out of order, how can she suddenly hear herself speak, Jiang Ning is short of words for a while, and he doesn't know how to express his current state after thinking about it for a long time.

If the truth is revealed, will Bei Yin Zhiyao feel that she is a monster.

Jiang Ning, who had been struggling in his heart for a long time, finally told Bei Yin Zhiyao the truth that a strange energy appeared in his marrow sea, and by attracting them, he could let himself see the outside world, and it was more real and clear than what his eyes and ears saw.

Bei Yin Zhiyao looked disbelieving, dumbfounded, and reconfirmed it in an unbelievable tone, and finally shook her head in disbelief: "Impossible, you can't even condense your spiritual power, how can you condense your divine sense?"

Hearing Bei Yin Zhiyao's question, Jiang Ning was extremely excited in his heart, it turned out that the mysterious liquid that suddenly appeared in his marrow sea was called divine consciousness, so what was this divine consciousness?

When Bei Yin Zhiyao saw Jiang Ning asking what her divine sense was, her face became even more speechless: "You ......"

Her face was clearly unhappy, how could a person with even divine consciousness condense his divine sense, before being promoted to the Divine Monarch, who could condense his divine sense, which one was not a demon who was shocking and rebellious, but she looked at Jiang Ning carefully, no matter how she looked at it, it didn't look like an unborn demon!

A person who can condense his divine consciousness in the realm of kings is already a demon, let alone a Taoist. Since the birth of the walker, there has only been a legendary person in the Nine Domains who has never cultivated, but once he attained the Tao, he was promoted to the rank of a saint, that is, the Book Sage, it is rumored that he has taught for thousands of years without entering reincarnation, and after being guided by others, once he attained the Tao, it is because he has condensed a very powerful divine consciousness after reading for a thousand years.

In the end, after repeated confirmation, Bei Yin Zhiyao still accepted her fate, this kind of thing against the sky did not fall on her, and Jiang Ning, who looked like an ordinary mortal sitting in front of her at this moment, really condensed her divine sense.

"Divine consciousness can be said to be the second life of a practitioner. More intuitively, it can be regarded as a stepping stone for the walker to be promoted to the rank of the Divine Monarch, only by condensing the divine sense, can he be promoted to the divine monarch, it is very mysterious, very powerful, and infinitely useful, as for where its magic is used, I don't know, because I have not condensed the divine consciousness so far. Bei Yin Zhiyao said a little discouraged.

However, just when Jiang Ning wanted to ask about the knowledge related to Bei Yin Zhiyao's divine sense, a dangerous aura suddenly came, and what he felt was the strange energy located in the sea of marrow, that is, the divine consciousness in Bei Yin Zhiyao's mouth, and what made Jiang Ning strange was that the soup spoon that would change when it encountered danger did not change at the moment, and it was firmly located on the square shaped by the divine sense, rotating at a uniform speed.

The first time he sensed the danger, Jiang Ning's reaction was to urge his divine sense, and he looked around, Bei Yin Zhiyao's injuries had not yet recovered, and he had to do his best to protect the latter.

Just when Jiang Ning was preparing for battle, a man's scolding voice sounded in his ears: "Little spoon, are you lazy again?"

Jiang Ning heard the faint voice, and at that moment, his whole heart rose to his throat, looking around, and finally saw a figure behind the dense forest, thin and lonely, and a familiar and unfamiliar face clearly appeared in front of him from far and near.

Jiang Ning, who was holding Zang Feng tightly, his hands were weak, the spirit sword fell to the ground, his knees were bent, and he fell directly to the ground, his originally arrogant head instantly lowered, theoretically speaking, he won the first place in the first war zone of the Hell Festival, which was already very good, but Jiang Ning was still lacking in confidence and was not qualified to face the coming.

His eyes were hot, and he burst into tears, and a voice came out of his throat that only he could hear: "Master......!

Jiang Ning wanted to say that he was not lazy, he had been working hard for three years, and he had never stopped, but he had no way to find the acupoints and could not cultivate, this was fate, and he had no way to fight against fate.

Jiang Ning was shouting in his heart, he didn't want to cultivate at all, he didn't want to become strong, he just wanted to return to Longling Pavilion and return to his master and mother.

However, there are a thousand words in my heart that I want to cry, and when I really see the person I want to see, I don't know how to speak, and everything turns into wordless tears and flows silently.

Jiang Ning could feel that Master Jiang Fuzi was approaching him, walking very slowly, as if every step he took would make his mood happy, and everything was as he hoped, and finally Jiang Fuzi walked in front of him, did not speak, but raised his broad palm and touched his head......

Jiang Ning relaxed all his body, relaxed to hold his breath, relaxed to forget himself, relaxed to put away all his thoughts, burdens, and pressures...... After waiting for three years, he finally waited for this moment, he wanted to truly feel the love of his master, but when Jiang Ning forgot to wait, the warm palm never fell, and he returned to the cold and lonely darkness.

Then there was a familiar warmth in his hand, and his fingers swiped impatiently, and each horizontal fell clearly on his heart.

"Danger!"

"Wake up!"

"Nothing you see is true!"

“......”

There is no need to look back, Jiang Ning knows what happened just now, it turns out that this is the test and welfare from Wanyao Mountain, punish people first and punish the heart, the master is the obstacle buried in the deepest part of his heart, and the existence of the second stage of the Hell Festival is to help the disciples of the sect get out of their own demons.

But ask yourself, if you can easily get out, how can you be called a demon?

The test of the Ten Thousand Medicine Mountain can be carried out at any time, it is carried out through what people see, hear, or feel, but their own seven senses are out of order, and they just avoid these, and they clearly perceive these with the help of their divine consciousness just now.

Jiang Ning felt a little scared in his heart, if it weren't for the fact that he was too eager to be recognized by his master, and needed to feel his love with all his heart, and subconsciously received his divine sense, he really didn't know what would happen after his warm palm fell on his head?

However, compared to these, Jiang Ning still hopes to continue to sink into the dream just now and sleep for a long time.

With the experience just now, Jiang Ning had no intention of attracting his divine consciousness, he was afraid that the picture just now would reappear, so Jiang Ning continued to choose to escape.

Then he raised his hand and wrote in Bei Yin Zhiyao's hand: "I'm fine, don't worry." ”

Bei Yin Zhiyao witnessed the whole process of Jiang Ning crying bitterly, she naturally guessed what happened to Jiang Ning just now, but she couldn't understand what would make him cry so thoroughly for a resolute young man who didn't scream for more than ten knives in his body?

The two sat side by side, sleepless and speechless all night.