"Zhou Xiaoyou, 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 power was replenished, he was found out by the other party, and he had to admire Fei Lao's cultivation and ability, his observation of the changes in other people's bodies was so subtle, almost exactly the same, he was really a strange person!

Zhou Yang got up and quickly entered the formation.

"Put one hand on her altar and try to communicate with her divine sense, or recall the process of your acquaintance from acquaintance to acquaintance, or something that is deeply memorable, and do not stop. You just have to rest assured, this kind of silkworm poison is very afraid of the divine consciousness of the Yuanyang body, and will never take the initiative to erode you. ”

Fei Lao carefully instructed Zhou Yang to cast spells. After a moment, he said, "Now the old decay is beginning to clear the silkworm poison from her divine sense. This method is very dangerous, you have to hold your breath and concentrate on communicating with her, you must hold her soul, and you must not be distracted by thoughts. If she is not careful, her divine sense will be eroded by silkworm venom again, and it will eventually dissipate!"

Zhou Yang was shocked when he heard this, if his divine consciousness dissolved, wouldn't Ling'er be gone, and only a shell would be left!

He didn't dare to think about anything else, closed his eyes and concentrated, put his left hand on Ling'er's altar, first probed with spiritual power, and then began to communicate with divine sense.

Zhou Yang has reached the late stage of the Lingtai, and he can use his divine sense to transmit sounds, and of course, he can also take the initiative to use his divine sense to communicate with others.

But after his divine sense penetrated, he couldn't perceive Ling'er's divine sense fluctuations, but found that in that wisp of divine consciousness air mass, there were layers of black mist wriggling, which was silkworm poison.

These black mist also sensed Zhou Yang's divine sense, and they scurried around as if frightened, but they only fled around Ling'er's divine consciousness group, and did not really leave.

As soon as the black mist moved, Ling'er's faint consciousness seemed to be awakened, and there were signs of recovery.

Zhou Yang suddenly felt the fear of the divine sense, and she was also trying her best to resist these black mist, but she was very weak, and she could only shrink into a ball and defend with all her might.

And the soul in the Shentai was obviously also affected by the black qi, and it was very sluggish.

Zhou Yang's divine consciousness separated the black mist and lightly touched Ling'er's divine consciousness, and the divine consciousness retreated as if frightened.

Zhou Yang's thoughts fluctuated, as if he was transmitting a voice: "Don't be afraid, I'm your little Yangzi, I'm your little Yangzi!"

But the consciousness was too weak, and although it was not frightened, it was still a little confused. Zhou Yang continued to slowly teleport with his divine thoughts, "Ling'er, I'm Little Yangzi, I'm Little Yangzi!"

Ling'er's divine consciousness seemed to sense Zhou Yang's divine thoughts, and slowly calmed down.

Zhou Yang saw that it was effective, so he continued to pass in divine thoughts.

As he communicated with Ling'er's divine sense, a dark yellow mist began to enter Ling'er's shrine and slowly enveloped the black mist.

The black mist began to be restless, at first trying to dodge, but later, perhaps being forced to hurry, turned around and rushed towards the yellow mist, and began to entangle with each other. For a while, it rolled up and down like clouds in the sky, you have me, I have you, and the two sides collided fiercely.

There was not much yellow mist entering the shrine, and it was quickly consumed in the fierce confrontation, and began to decrease rapidly, but at the same time, it also made a large amount of black mist several times that was already there.

But before the yellow mist could completely dissipate, an even larger yellow mist poured into Ling'er's shrine and continued to entangle with the black mist.

After repeating this, more and more black mist was dissipated, and the remaining part began to flee, and the direction of escape was the depths of Ling'er's divine consciousness!

This made her consciousness restless, and her communication with Zhou Yang was interrupted.

Zhou Yang was furious, his divine consciousness was blocked between the black mist and Ling'er's divine consciousness, and he could no longer penetrate. But those black fogs were a little afraid, and they hesitated and did not dare to move forward.

But the yellow mist behind it slowly forced up, and the poisonous mist was in a dilemma. However, compared to Zhou Yang's divine sense, they were more afraid of the yellow mist, and when they saw those yellow mist pressing, the poisonous mist was in a hurry, and they slammed into Zhou Yang's divine sense.

Zhou Yang was not weak, and his divine sense was entangled with the black poisonous mist.

As soon as he made contact, he suddenly felt a tingling pain coming from the altar.

"Damn, it's been eroded by these damn poisonous mist!" Zhou Yang couldn't help but scold.

This old man is just talking about it, isn't this a joke about him! What is very afraid of his divine sense, it is not a mistake!

This can make him miserable, his divine consciousness was originally injured, but now it is injury on injury, the old disease has recurred, and the pinprick-like stinging sensation has spread all over his entire shrine.

"Fight!" "The soul is the most important thing in the human body, and it is extremely dangerous to go on like this. But for the sake of Ling'er, he must not withdraw his divine consciousness, in that case, it won't be long before these black fogs will erode Ling'er's divine consciousness, and Ling'er will disappear in this world, and this kind of thing must not be allowed to happen!

Zhou Yang's divine sense began to exert force, regardless of the stinging pain, he actually wrapped and digested the black mist with all his strength.

His divine consciousness seemed to open his bloody mouth, swallowing a black mist violently, and after digesting it for a while, he opened his mouth again and swallowed violently.

Originally, the spiritual consciousness of the cultivators of the Lingtai Realm had no power, which meant that their divine consciousness had no combat power and could not be used to attack the enemy. At this time, Zhou Yang was forced to be anxious, and he devoured the black mist in one mouthful.

His divine consciousness also seemed to have corrosive power, slowly melting away the black mist that enveloped it. Coupled with the attack of the yellow mist behind, those black poisonous mist were drastically decreasing.

Zhou Yang was overjoyed when he saw it, so he devoured it even more violently.

At this moment, Ling'er's divine consciousness quietly hid aside, recalling all kinds of things with Zhou Yang, but because of Zhou Yang's divine consciousness, this memory was slowly weakening, and the sequelae of being eroded by the poisonous fog before began to appear, and bursts of chaotic memories began to breed.

At this time, Zhou Yang was fighting fiercely with the poisonous mist, and he was unaware of the changes in Ling'er's divine sense.

After a pillar of incense, all the black poisonous mist was cleared, and the yellow mist also dissipated.

At this time, Zhou Yang's consciousness was exhausted and extremely sleepy. When the battle was fierce, I didn't feel that when the battle was over, a tingling sensation would come suddenly.

But it was this sting that made him wake up violently, realizing that he was only concerned with the poisonous mist, but forgot the most important thing.

His divine consciousness hurriedly turned around and turned to Ling'er's faint divine soul, and when he used his divine mind to communicate, he couldn't help but be shocked and flew out of the sky.

Because Ling'er's soul is already in chaos, full of bloody and terrifying memories, and all kinds of negative emotions are slowly accumulating, and those good memories with him are disappearing.

Zhou Yang was frightened and stinged, and struggled to wrap Ling'er's soul with his divine sense, and the divine chant called Ling'er and her name over and over again, trying to wake her up again, but in vain, Ling'er's divine consciousness did not react at all, and the negative emotions became more and more.

If this continues, even if her consciousness does not dissipate, she will eventually go mad and become unconscious.

Zhou Yang was annoyed, although his divine sense was defeated by the poisonous mist, it was a battle to the end, and what he did was useless.

Fei Lao, who was outside the formation, felt that the silkworm poison in Ling'er's divine consciousness had disappeared, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly realized that something was wrong, his brows furrowed, and the secret was not good.

He hurriedly probed his divine sense directly into Ling'er's shrine to check.

In normal times, he would never do this, because it was very dangerous to do so now, even a Tian Yuan master like him would not be able to.

The capacity of the Divine Platform for low-level cultivators is limited, and it simply cannot accommodate too much divine consciousness. Now that Zhou Yang's divine consciousness has entered, Ling'er's divine platform has reached its limit, and there is no room for a third-party divine consciousness to enter again.

And if you forcibly penetrate it, the low-level cultivator's divine platform will burst!

But at this time, unlike in the past, if his divine sense does not penetrate again, this woman will definitely go mad, and even her soul will be scattered, and she will never fall into reincarnation.

Fei Lao divided a very small part of his divine consciousness and slowly probed into Ling'er's divine platform, and used the power of his divine soul to continuously nourish the other party's divine platform to prevent accidents, and then used his divine thoughts to transmit into Zhou Yang's divine consciousness.

Zhou Yang knew that it was Fei Lao's divine awareness, and hurriedly communicated with him with his divine thoughts.

Fei Lao understood what had happened before, so he slowly entered a wisp of divine soul into Ling'er's divine consciousness and carefully probed it.

After a few breaths, Fei Lao's divine thoughts came into Zhou Suo's ears: "It's so dangerous, it's hopeless if it's just a line!" There are still a lot of shadows of you in her memory, you have to continue to communicate with him, and I will help you in order to stabilize her divine platform!"

"Yes!" Zhou Yang was overjoyed when he heard that he was saved, and hurriedly continued to call Ling'er's name, and transmitted 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 a connection with Zhou Yang's divine thoughts again, but this connection was just Zhou Yang talking, and Ling'er listened quietly.

She also occasionally had a slight fluctuation of emotions, which proved that Ling'er had completely calmed down and recognized Zhou Yang, but it was just because her divine sense was too weak to communicate with Zhou Yang with her divine thoughts.

Seeing this scene, Fei Lao on the side slowly retreated until he completely withdrew from her divine platform, and then took out several spiritual herbs and elixirs and threw them into the formation.

The herbs quickly turned into powder, and then turned into a faint mist and sank into Ling'er's shrine.

Zhou Yang, who was still communicating with Ling'er's divine thoughts, clearly felt that those colorless mist were constantly wrapping Ling'er's divine consciousness, but she seemed to be asleep, without any sound.

After Ling'er's divine consciousness absorbed these mist, the fluctuations became more stable, and the strength of her divine consciousness seemed to increase.

Zhou Yang understood that this was the mist produced by those herbs, which had a good healing effect on the wounds of divine consciousness, but he didn't know if it was useful to him.

However, he didn't dare to submerge his divine sense into those colorless mist, because this was Ling'er's healing elixir, and even if it was useful to him, he couldn't absorb it. Perhaps as long as it consumes even a trace of it, it may have a serious impact on Ling'er's divine recovery.

He just quietly looked at the mist, little by little into Ling'er's divine consciousness, and felt that her divine consciousness was increasing little by little, and suddenly he was in a good mood, and the phantom turned by his divine consciousness also smiled.