Chapter 253

With the help of the three-dimensional quiet decision, the strong mental wave spread out towards the outside. However, in this boundless darkness, the wave seemed too small, but it was wiped out by the black fog after a few breaths.

"Come again!"

Yang Xuan's eyes were dignified and attached most of the power of Sanyuan quiet decision. The negative emotions brought by the black fog surged into his heart, but he forced him down.

"Give it to me! Broken!"

This time, he gathered his spiritual strength into a very thin needle. Perhaps it was because of the desperate situation of life and death. The gathering was very successful. There was even a cold flash on the tip of the needle, which made people tremble at a glance.

"Buzz!"

In a trance, there seemed to be a light sound. The needle condensed by the power of the spirit suddenly flew out and disappeared in the blink of an eye through the heavy black fog.

Yang Xuan's facial features began to distort. The body of his spiritual power was very unstable. Under the impact of the black fog, the red light became more and more trance, and several filaments of black fog penetrated through and entered Yang Xuan's spirit.

Every trace of black fog is a fragment of Jiang Weisheng's spirit. It seems small, but it is not something Yang Xuan can resist.

The remaining power of the divine soul is not much, and it is impossible to completely isolate these negative emotions.

If Yang Xuan is a mass of water at this time, these black fog is extremely thick ink. Even if it is only a little, it also makes the water turbid.

Just as he was about to be completely lost, a little movement suddenly appeared in the boundless black fog in the distance.

The black fog over there seemed to vibrate suddenly, and a little light was projected from there. The original endless darkness seemed to suddenly become much smaller.

Yang Xuan's spirit was suddenly shocked, and he suddenly woke up a little, with great joy in his eyes.

"Sure enough, this is the spiritual power at all, and it is the spiritual power with the same root as me."

As early as when he shot the divine soul needle, he secretly injected a trace of red light into it. As long as the power of liyanjue in his body is the same, he will be guided here.

At least, for now, he's right.

The fluctuation of the red light made him very familiar with it. It was not a short time for him to practice. It was easy for him to associate it with it.

But now he still has some worries in his heart.

The spirit power is not the same as the spirit. Although the red light can help him block the erosion of Jiang Weisheng's spirit, he has no confidence in his spirit power.

Deep in the dark fog.

From the outside to the inside, the penetrating light became stronger and stronger. The black fog was forcibly pushed back and scattered towards both sides. In the light, a person's shadow loomed.

Long fire red clothes, hair flowing in the air, face blurred.

Her body exudes a faint light, which shines on Yang Xuan through endless darkness. This light seems to have some strange power and calm people's mind.

Black air flew out of his head. The feeling of chaos and cold disappeared in the blink of an eye. At this time, Yang Xuan felt warm all over.

"So comfortable."

He murmured a sentence. Looking at the shining figure in the distance, he suddenly felt a sense of kindness in his heart.

The figure was also looking at him. With a wave of his hand, all the black fog quickly crowded towards a point, as if a group of frightened prey were avoiding the most terrible hunters.

The black fog was extremely concentrated. In the blink of an eye, Yang Xuan's knowledge of the sea recovered as before, just like a God.

Yang Xuan's heart tightened and his eyes became serious.

Even the mysterious little Panther couldn't do this. Although this figure made him kind, he had to guard against it.

However, although he thought so, Yang Xuan's spirit body still leaned towards the figure. This long lost intimacy made his heart's defense lower and lower.

"Xuan er..."

Suddenly, the hazy figure spoke.

Yang Xuan was shocked. He suddenly stopped and stared at the figure: "you... Who are you..."

"I'm my mother."

The figure seemed to tremble twice, then his body flickered, and the next moment appeared in front of Yang Xuan.

Her face is no longer blurred. Her eyebrows and eyes are two points similar to Yang Xuan. She looks about 30 years old. Her appearance is gentle. It's not too much to say that she is in love with the city.

Yang Xuan shook his head. There was indeed a figure in his impression, but it was too vague. He didn't speak, but just stared at the woman in front of him, his figure flashing constantly.

This is a sign of instability.

The woman sighed gently and waved her hand immediately. A flash of light disappeared into Yang Xuan's body in the blink of an eye. It was so fast that he didn't even have a chance to dodge.

However, after a moment, Yang Xuan's spirit stabilized, but the confused color in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

"Xuan er..."

"My mother left a long time ago. Who the hell are you?"

Yang Xuan's head dropped, and the spirit flashed, and his consciousness returned to his body.

The woman sighed leisurely, turned into a streamer, left Yang Xuan's body, and then appeared in the cave.

Yang Xuan sat cross legged on the stone bed, lowered his head and didn't look at the figure.

"Xuan'er, you were sent to the Yang family when you were four years old. At that time, your father deliberately left an immortal sword with our Phoenix family's Zhenzu skill."

Yang Xuan's head lifted up, and the woman's face showed a trace of joy and continued.

"At that time, your father and I were involved in a big trouble. He didn't want you to get into it, so he specially told your uncle not to let you practice before you were 16."

"It's just that my mother is afraid that you will be bullied by others, so she secretly unsealed your blood without telling him. You are flowing with the blood of the Phoenix family. You are naturally overbearing. Although you can protect you, sometimes it will go beyond your control."

"In order to prevent you, I left this spirit on you."

The woman kept saying, one by one, even Yang Xuan didn't know the basic secret, and her look was full of guilt.

Yang Xuan raised his head, his eyes glittering and shining, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

"You... Are you really a mother?"

"Silly boy."

The woman's eyes suddenly slipped out two tears, but when they fell halfway, they scattered into spiritual light spots and disappeared into the air.

Her body slowly fell down and flew to Yang Xuan's body. One hand trembled and touched Yang Xuan's forehead.

"Mom... Mom, I'm sorry for you... Xuan'er, can you forgive me? And your father..."

The woman's body is composed of spiritual power. As soon as she touched Yang Xuan's forehead, she collapsed.