Thinking of this, Ling Chuxi couldn't help but be secretly afraid.

Standing above the peaks and waves, the majestic figure of the abyss became more and more illusory, leaving only an almost unrecognizable light and shadow.

"I'll go first, his situation should be able to last another half a year, if I can't find enough Mo Yujing to wake me up by then, he will be completely hopeless." Cangyuan's voice sounded in his ears, and then his figure disappeared in a flash, falling into a deep sleep again.

Duan Xiaomo's sea of mind also returned to calm, and the grids that destroyed his mind still existed, but they looked obviously much weaker than before, and in some places they were even shattered by the impact just now.

When he opened his eyes, Ling Chuxi found that he was soaked in sweat all over his body, and he hadn't noticed anything unusual when his mind entered Duan Xiaomo's mind just now, and then he realized that the Tianji Dan Heart just now had a big impact on his mind.

Wiping his sweat, Ling Chuxi opened the door and prepared to call Duan Qingchen in. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Duan Qingchen's ancestors and grandchildren anxiously guarding the door.

When I looked around, the light was dim, and it was almost dusk, and before I knew it, a few hours had passed.

"Xiaomo, how are you?" Seeing that Duan Xiaomo had nothing to do, Duan Feiyu hurriedly greeted him.

"Chu Xi, you're fine." Duan Qingchen faced Ling Chuxi.

Seeing that Duan Qingchen's first concern was not Duan Xiaomo but himself, whether it was out of sincerity or just for show, Ling Chuxi was still a little moved.

"It's okay, Xiaomo's situation has stabilized, it shouldn't be a big deal within half a year, if there are more Mo Yujing, maybe he can recover some of his sanity, but if you want to completely return to normal, you still have to find the real culprit." Ling Chuxi said. Now she didn't know how many ink jade crystals the Dao Cangyuan Sword Spirit needed to condense and form, and she didn't dare to talk too much.

As soon as Ling Chuxi's words were finished, he saw Duan Xiaomo's eyes suddenly widen, looking at Ling Chuxi suspiciously, and muttering in his mouth: "Ling ...... Chu Xi ...... Insult...... Chu Xi ......"

"Little ink!" Duan Qingchen's ancestors and grandsons cheered in surprise at the same time. In the past, Duan Xiaomo's eyes were always empty and confused, but at this time, he actually had a puzzled look, and he actually called out Ling Chuxi's name, and his condition was obviously much better.

It's a pity that after saying these words, Duan Xiaomo once again regained his previous blank look, and was indifferent to the call of the two. Even so, the two were ecstatic.

"Xie Lu, thank you Chu Xi, I'll go find the real culprit, Mo Yujing will be sent by someone later, Xiaomo will ask you to take care of it during this time." Duan Qingchen's hanging heart finally let go and said to Ling Chuxi.

"Uncle Duan, please rest assured, with me, Xiaomo will be fine." Ling Chuxi said.

"Well, Feiyu, you will also stay in the Jindan Sect during this time, and you must not go on any errands." Duan Qingchen commanded.

"It's grandfather." Qingfei Yu responded.

Subsequently, Duan Qingchen quickly left the Jindan Sect after giving some advice.

"Miss Chu, thank you for saving Xiaomo, I have been offended before, please forgive me!" Duan Feiyu bowed deeply to Ling Chuxi and said apologetically.

"Brother Duan, you don't have to be polite, you call me Chu Xi, my friends call me that." Although Ling Chuxi used to look at Duan Feiyu unpleasantly, when he saw his love for Duan Xiaomo, his opinion of him changed greatly. The disciples of the sect were inevitably a little arrogant, but there were few brothers like him, and based on this alone, Ling Chuxi was willing to make this friend.