A thousand sword souls burrowed into the ground.

The room was calm again, as if nothing had happened except for the remnant sword of chaos stuck in the ground.

Zhang Qingfeng let go of the hand holding the sword, gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, and let out a long breath.

Thousands of sword souls, each sword soul is one of his spiritual senses, even if it is Zhang Qingfeng, at the same time, it will cause great consumption to him.

Moreover, these spiritual senses are not as simple as searching and probing.

Each one has an extremely terrifying lethality, they are like Zhang Qingfeng's eyes, and like an impenetrable net, they will find out all the masters and powerhouses hidden in the Thousand Blades City one by one, and project them into his impression, and when the Thousand Dao Sword Soul returns, it is the moment when Zhang Qingfeng makes a move.

Of course, this kind of spiritual sense exploration method that martial arts powerhouses are good at is not without a trace.

Once you encounter a cultivator or a magician with strong spiritual power, you will have no way to hide and be exposed.

At that time, if the other party intends to intercept or counterattack, there will be a battle at the level of the spiritual world, this kind of battle will directly act on the depths of the soul, if the sword soul is defeated or injured, Zhang Qingfeng, as the master, will also be counterattacked.

The Thousand Dao Sword Souls spread rapidly underground, and the invisible spiritual fluctuations projected all the scenes in Zhang Qingfeng's mind where they passed.

Laugh at!

A sharp dark green aura blocked the front of a sword soul, transmitting the will of the master behind him into Zhang Qingfeng's perception.

"Who are you, you dare to probe my Aoki Venerable King's cultivation secret room, don't you get out of here!"

Psionic probing, like breaking into someone's house and rummaging through the cabinets, can make everything impossible to hide, although it is extremely convenient for the probe, but for the probe, it is not so pleasant.

Who wants their privacy secrets to be checked by outsiders?

"The pinnacle of the Seven Realms. ”

The sword soul put the opponent's strength realm into Zhang Qingfeng's consciousness, and after a slight pause, it turned around, bypassing the spiritual sense of the self-proclaimed Aoki Dharma King, and fled away.

The Seven Realms are too weak.

Killing him is no different from pinching an ant to death. Since it's just to find out the news, there's no need to startle the snake.

As soon as this sword soul left, three more sword souls were stopped.

Stopping them are still the powerhouses of the Seven Realms, the real distance is less than 100 meters away from the small courtyard where Zhang Qingfeng lives, they are all wizards of the Royal Law and Witch Regiment, Zhang Qingfeng found out from the fake Gegemu that there are more than 300 wizards like this kind of witch king-level in the Law and Witch Regiment, and they have their own strengths, some live in the residence of the Law and Witch Group, and some are assigned to various places to take charge of one side and be responsible for the corresponding matters.

There was still no conflict, and the three sword souls took a detour.

At this time, two more sword souls encountered interception, and what intercepted them was a violent and fierce purple-red aura.

"Gegemu!"

The wine of the day was not drunk for nothing.

Zhang Qingfeng had long sensed that the witchcraft cultivated by Gegemu was a variant of the fire spell - the Earth's Heart Fire!

This purple-red aura did not come from the ground, but directly from the ground, and was detected by the other party hundreds of meters away.

The two sword souls fled in the wilderness, but they only ran a few dozen meters away, and they were crushed into pieces by the purple-red aura.

Zhang Qingfeng in the room squinted slightly, feeling the contempt and ridicule in the consciousness of the fake Gegemu, and the corners of his mouth hooked up an evil arc.

"The first Nine Realms master has appeared. ”

Zhang Qingfeng said softly in his heart.

Suppressed by the black clouds in the sky, Zhang Qingfeng's spiritual perception could only exert one-tenth of what it normally was, and in this case, it was very difficult to find out the strength of the black witch clan master who was good at concealing his aura.

That's why he used the Chaos God Remnant Sword to form a Qianxun Sword Formation, and tested the distribution of masters in Thousand Blades City through the ownerless sword soul.

Now, if you want to turn the situation around, you must turn light into darkness, otherwise, you will be passive everywhere, not to mention finding out Qi Yunfei's whereabouts, whether you can leave alive is unknown. Behind the seemingly calm of the Black Witch Clan, no one knows how much danger is hidden.

In this way, the Thousand Dao Sword Souls were spared when they were hindered, and they fled when they were strong, and after a while, they all left the station of the Law Witch Regiment, and the price paid was that the 9 Sword Souls were destroyed.

"There are two masters of the Nine Realms, seventeen masters of the Eight Realms, and one hundred and eighty-six masters of the Seven Realms. ”

Zhang Qingfeng muttered, the distribution of masters in the Wizard Regiment's residence was already clear.

The speed of the nine hundred and ninety-one sword souls that left the Wizard Order began to speed up, spreading in all directions and every corner of Thousand Blades City.

Some of them are hundreds of meters deep underground, some are less than two meters above the surface, and occasionally one or two sword souls are like swimming fish jumping out of the water, drawing graceful arcs in mid-air and then re-burrowing into the ground.

Of course, for ordinary wizards, these sword souls are imperceptible to them.

Only the masters of the Six Realms who have reached the Seven Realms in cultivation, or who have a unique sense of spiritual perception, can they take a glimpse and perceive one or two.

With the spread of the sword soul, the power distribution map in Zhang Qingfeng's mind and the number of masters on the map also increased, and a new map that was dozens of times more detailed than the ancient witchcraft panorama given by Ge Green gradually took shape.

On this brand-new map, there is not only the number of masters of various forces, but also their breath imprint, as long as Zhang Qingfeng encounters them in the future, he can instantly call up their breath and cultivation realm from the panorama, and the time only needs to blink an hundredth of an eye!

Time passes slowly.

An hour passed.

A total of one hundred and seventy-seven sword souls were destroyed, in exchange for most of the power distribution map of Thousand Blades City.

Two hours later, four hundred and twenty-one Thousand Dao Sword Souls were destroyed, except for the three castles that were guarded by the formation, the entire Thousand Blades City had been taken over by Zhang Qingfeng.

"The Imperial Palace, the Witch God Tower, what is this third place?"

The places guarded by the magic circle that even the sword soul could not enter were the Dark Witch Palace, the Witch God Tower where the bones of the Dark Witch ancestors were buried, and a small deserted and remote castle.

This abandoned castle occupies a very small area, with a radius of only fifty or sixty meters, and when the sword soul passed by, he didn't notice the aura of any cultivation master, if it weren't for Zhang Qingfeng's two sword souls being shocked away by an invisible force, he wouldn't even be aware of the powerful magic circle laid around the small castle.

The circle here is not lethal, its core function is to isolate the aura.

To be precise, it is to remove all the spiritual consciousness that swept through the small castle from its original trajectory in a gentle way, without letting the owner behind him notice anything unusual.

This is like erecting a wooden stick in a turbulent trickle, which not only does not affect the speed of the water flow, but also effectively protects the small space behind the wooden stick from being noticed by outsiders.

It's a pity that Zhang Qingfeng's spiritual sense did not turn into a stream of water like ordinary cultivators, and that sword soul was an awl that was even more slender and sharp than a wooden stick, and the moment it touched the wooden stick, it would cause a series of chain reactions, passing the information to the master behind it.

"The palace is protected by a circle, understandably. ”

"The Witch God Tower where the corpse of the ancestral witch is buried is the ancestral ancestral hall of the Black Witch Clan, and there is no problem with the magic circle. ”

"But why does this little castle have to be set up with a magic circle?"

Zhang Qingfeng frowned slightly, muttering in his heart.

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