The silk wool in this place is rich, and it is even denser, Xue Zhen's divine thoughts can hardly seep out far, in his opinion, that Golden Immortal City Lord Xian Zuimeng should have been here before, but because the divine thoughts are not easy to use here, so they can't find anything.

Coming here, Xue Zhen felt a kind of oppression, an oppression from his own spiritual realm, the void floating spiritual realm on his surface, the surface of the blood-red spiritual realm, one by one quite small micro Xuan flashed, as if there was some foreign object striking him, but this kind of cone attack was not too strong, and it could even be ignored.

In this regard, Xue Zhen's thoughts only flashed in his mind, and soon, he also expanded his spiritual domain to a radius of nearly half a zhang, driven by his mana, he saw Xue Zhen's ears move slightly, and his mana was almost completely blessed to Xuan Tiancong, and his complexion gradually turned to a peaceful and relaxed color, his eyes were closed, and he sensed silently.

Time passed, Xue Zhen has been sensing it like this, around his body, it seems to cover thousands of troops, but it seems to be in the quiet countryside, the beauty is in his arms, and there is the induction of the deer hitting his heart, and so on, these are the atmosphere created by the possessed black fantasy mourning.

And the atmosphere in it is not just to cover the five senses of the body can be avoided, the kind of music that penetrates into the heart, unless it is completely isolated by the spiritual realm, or the secret technique of complete isolation is performed by the Yuan Infant out of the body, it is impossible to take it out of his soul, but in that way, it is like shielding himself out, staying out of the matter, it is impossible to detect the situation nearby, this is exactly where the Golden Immortal City Lord Xian Drunken Dream has a weak heart.

And Xue Zhen at this moment, he is allowing all the black illusion mourning music to be embedded in his heart, however, the Xuan Tiancong he cultivated, and the Xuan Tiancong of the Yellow Rank can completely separate these embedded illusion sounds, and get rid of his body and soul little by little, but he is not very proficient, and this kind of black illusion mourning music is more clever, and Xue Zhen is more laborious and time-consuming to distinguish.

If so, three days have passed in a blink of an eye, Xue Zhen is still sensing these black illusions and sorrows, and near his body, there are still those black silk wools, which continue to penetrate them, but they are squeezed out by Xue Zhen's spiritual domain, forming a stalemate.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and Xue Zhen didn't move, but he occasionally blinked and frowned, and then there was no other action, and the surroundings became dead and gloomy for a while.

In the end, after twelve days, Xue Zhen suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were very sharp, his head turned slightly, staring at a certain place in the distance, and in a short time, his divine thoughts were also used by him to squeeze into a line, and galloped away to a certain place he identified.

That is, between two or three breaths, the corners of Xue Zhen's eyes flashed slightly, and in an instant, a picture flashed in Xue Zhen's mind, a picture about a thousand feet away.

I saw that this black silk wool was full of ties, and the black silk wool, which was originally not large, actually showed a compressive deformation, and the silk wool was pressed down by about one-third to one-half, and among the full black silk wool, Xue Zhen could see a black wheel frame that was not very regular, about three feet to four feet, uneven, and the inside and outside of the black frame, those black silk wool were squeezed to a quarter of the original, or even smaller, like rows of black sharp shuttles, horizontal and vertical, making people unable to look at deeper places。

"Interface cracks?" Xue Zhen muttered to himself suspiciously.

As far as he knew, the interface crack was even more powerful than the space crack, and the tearing power of that space, as well as shuttling back and forth, could be described as an innate Gang Feng silk, if an immortal-level monk did not do the corresponding defensive skills, if he wanted to stay in it for a moment or three, it would be an act of seeking death. Of course, there is also a difference in the size of such interface cracks, which cannot be generalized.

However, Xue Zhen couldn't find even the slightest clue that belonged to the interface crack in this suspected interface crack, but the kind of space power released was also a bit plausible. There is a certain amount but it is worth Xue Zhen's attention, I don't know if it is near this irregular crack, not long after Xue Zhen's divine thoughts were released, he felt the irritability, restlessness, anxiety, and even excitement of that mood.

At this moment, he secretly screamed "not good", and immediately took back the divine thoughts, he knew that this was an effect of the black illusory sorrow on the divine thoughts, and this kind of influence, because it came from the divine thoughts, was only a little forged and blessed divine thoughts, it was not able to withstand the black illusion sorrows, especially the kind of black illusory sorrows here that were almost dozens or hundreds of times larger than the city gate of Qucheng, and after a long time, the divine soul would inevitably be strongly impacted.

At this moment, while Xue Zhen retracted his divine thoughts, he also used the spiritual domain to cut off all the connections with the outside world, silently casting tricks, and casting tricks to drive out all the interference of divine thoughts, this process is also between breathing, Xue Zhen quickly put his eyes back outside, in the dense black silk.

After thinking about it slightly, Xue Zhen called out a recording jade ring, and according to his observation of the suspected interface crack, he engraved the corresponding shape, as well as some features inside and outside, and after confirming that it was correct, he retracted the recording jade ring into his storage ring.

Subsequently, Xue Zhen also called out a spirit treasure, a flying knife spirit treasure, after a simple external refining, Xue Zhen was still on the palm of the fingers, point pressure constantly, soon, such a flying knife spirit treasure on the top of the derivation of a series of miniature light array, the light array flickered, the streamer, Xue Zhen looked at it, nodded slightly.

"With such a protection method, in that extremely harsh environment, it should be able to last for a month!" Xue Zhen nodded very carefully.

After that, Xue Zhen didn't think about it, and in an instant, he threw out such a flying knife spirit treasure that had been personally blessed by him, and went straight away, about a thousand zhang or so, the direction of the flying knife spirit treasure changed sharply, turned his head down, and instantly plunged into the ground.

Sensing it carefully, the corresponding position of this flying knife spirit treasure is extremely clear, which should be able to bring convenience to his subsequent search, Xue Zhen also showed a satisfied smile on his face, and soon, he put his sharp gaze over there again, the black silk that was completely impenetrable, the hidden interface crack, and then, raised his own light, and cautiously galloped towards the way he came.