Chapter 252

The light visible above consciousness is getting smaller and smaller, like a candle in the wind.

Yang Xuan's eyes were dark and the light was erratic. It was too small in the boundless darkness and could disappear at any time.

His consciousness gradually blurred, instinctively stretched out a hand, like grasping the light.

"Boom!"

In his ear, a loud noise suddenly came out, a greater darkness enveloped him, almost suffocated him, and the poor light was annihilated.

"Mother..."

Yang Xuan's consciousness fainted. At the last moment, a faint figure appeared in the dark.

The long skirt swayed in the boundless dark void, and the hair danced with it. The face was a little fuzzy and unreal, but it seemed to be laughing.

Smile very warm, even the cold darkness can't cover it up.

Yang Xuan instinctively wants to get close to the warmth. Although his consciousness has been submerged, it is the most primitive instinct, as if a voice is constantly calling himself.

So soft, so beautiful.

His sinking consciousness suddenly stopped, and a faint ruddy luster appeared on the surface, not so dazzling, but very warm.

The endless dark fog is still washing away, but it can no longer sink his consciousness.

The red light seems weak, but in fact it is very firm. It can't shake a bit when it is washed by the darkness.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Xuan's consciousness gradually recovered.

He suddenly opened his eyes and felt the warmth from his body. His eyes were full of surprise.

He was still surrounded by boundless darkness. He could not see the passage of time or the change of space. He was dead and lifeless.

"Little Panther! Little Panther!"

Yang Xuan tried to shout twice. After opening his voice, there was no sound.

He was shocked and looked down quickly, but he couldn't see his body. Only a little red light could be seen. The black fog is too strong to cover everything. Here, only consciousness can exist.

"This is my knowledge of the sea!"

Yang Xuan suddenly reacted. These black fog were the fragments of Jiang Weisheng's consciousness. He had almost sunk just now. Now, although he was conscious, he was still surrounded.

The boundless black fog made people despair, and the red light on his body was an umbrella, isolating him from the darkness.

"Who is that figure... Why is it so familiar..."

He thought of the vague figure he saw at the last moment of sinking, beautiful and dignified, which made him have a natural sense of intimacy. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he wanted to instinctively rush to her.

Just when he was wondering, the black fog all around suddenly moved.

The boundless black fog rushed towards his body, with great momentum and speed, but it hit the red light outside him in the blink of an eye.

The dim red light suddenly became bright, and the majestic heat poured out continuously, which was equal to the resistance of the black fog.

Yang Xuan frowned and observed for a long time.

Those black fog seemed to be consciously aimed at him. They crowded towards him from all directions and wanted to crush him here. If there was no red light, I'm afraid he couldn't resist it at all.

The attack of the black fog became stronger and stronger, and each impact would shake his body.

The red light never failed, but the light that lit up felt powerless.

Yang Xuan's heart sank slightly. The consciousness riot was much stronger than the previous one. Now the little Panther is sleeping and can't be contacted. I'm afraid it's difficult to solve it by his own strength alone.

The impact of the black fog seemed to be strengthening, or the red light was getting worse and worse. Yang Xuan's consciousness began to shake, and a faint feeling of lethargy came into his mind.

He hurriedly transported the three yuan quiet decision to stabilize his consciousness.

"If it goes on like this, I'm afraid the red light will disappear soon."

He whispered in his heart and tried to increase the power of ternary quiet decision. The glittering blue light covered the surface of the red light, but most of it dissipated after being impacted by the black fog.

Although the ternary quiet decision itself is good, it can't play a real role because his cultivation is too low.

Jiang Weisheng's accomplishments are extremely high. Compared with him, it's not too different. Even if these are only fragments of his consciousness, Yang Xuan can't resist the riots.

"Boom!"

It was another shock. Although there was no reference for comparison, Yang Xuan still felt that he had been hit and flew a very long distance. The red light flickered and would disappear at any time.

Yang Xuan's heart kept sinking, and the only possible help of Sanyuan quiet could not resist the black fog. Once the red light was broken, his consciousness would be turned into powder by the black fog.

His mind suddenly turned, and even began to try to sense his body. However, under the cover of these black fog, now he has only consciousness, and his body is completely isolated.

However, although he couldn't feel it, he didn't mean to give up.

With his present spirit power, he can fight against Jiang Weisheng's spirit. Even if it is only incomplete, there is no chance of winning. Only after his spiritual power can be mobilized, there is some possibility of turning over.

Because he had an extremely bold idea in his heart.

He wants to strengthen the red light.

The riot of the spirit will not last long, and if he guesses correctly, the seal of the little Panther should not have been completely damaged.

If we can suppress the black fog and block it for a short time, as long as the little Panther wakes up, it can seal it back.

He kept trying to feel the existence of his body. The impact around him was still strong, but he ignored it.

The black fog was stronger each time, and the red light was shaky, just like a candle in the abyss, which would be extinguished at any time.

A trace of black fog somehow penetrated the red light and flew directly into Yang Xuan's soul.

Although it was only a trace, it also brought boundless Yin cold, which made him fall into an ice cellar, and the whole soul began to tremble.

This is not only cold, but also countless negative emotions, anger, fear, hatred, resentment

Like a fierce ghost with a long history of resentment, he suddenly integrated into Yang Xuan's body. His consciousness began to deform and his brain was chaotic.

He clenched his teeth and resisted with a ternary quiet decision. There was a trace of clarity in his mind. Although he failed to suppress the negative emotions brought by the black fog, he still retained a lot of sober consciousness.

"Give it to me! Come on!"

Yang Xuan roared. The appearance of the black fog greatly stimulated his desire for survival, and then dragged on. When the red light dissipated, he was really weak.