Seeing that Xue Zhen was actually able to inspire his newly changed key solution, for this reason, Xian Drunken Dream couldn't help but float through a shock, a surprise from the heart.

But Xue Zhen, the gray-robed man above his head, had already shown him a smile, a bright confident smile, and the magic trick had already rushed out of this completely transparent light curtain in front of him, falling into the black mist, and soon disappeared from his sight.

Seeing this, Xian Zuimeng shook his head and chuckled self-deprecatingly again, he saw too many and too many surprising things in Xue Zhen's body, but these things were not a big deal after thinking about it, and then, Xian Zuimeng chose a certain place on the city wall, sat cross-legged, and urged him to cultivate.

Outside the large array of the city protection on this side of Qucheng, inside the so-called black illusion mourning and music mist, Xue Zhen cautiously flew at a low speed, and his divine thoughts were sent, always wrapped in four or five hundred zhang around him, and soon, Xue Zhen made a light move, and a black silk wool had appeared in the palm of his hand.

I saw that this silk floc was about three inches long, the surface was full of mist, and the tips at the two ends were wide in the middle, like a shuttle, but the silk floc was very weak, and the eyes were only like a layer of deep fog in the past, and the divine mind could not check any abnormalities, and it was not very similar to the ordinary dense fog, but there was really not much difference.

However, just when Xue Zhen's mind relaxed, such a thread suddenly opened, and turned into a dark net, and the net suddenly opened wildly, reaching the size of Xue Zhen's chest, and also pressed Xue Zhen's body.

In such a situation, even if Xue Zhen felt a little surprised, he still didn't pay attention to it in the end, and in an instant, the sleeve robe in his hand was flicked lightly, and this wild net had already dissipated with the spiritual wave that Xue Zhen had stimulated.

"I see! This should just be some kind of magical power of the beast's body, but if it can achieve such an expansion, its body may be comparable to the ancient fierce spirit!" Xue Zhen muttered in his mouth, judging it.

In Xue Zhen's cognition, some ancient true spirits are fundamentally different from the true spirits that have been cultivated and incarnated into adults later.

Xue Zhen guessed that it should be such a thing on the body of an ancient true spirit, as for what kind of ancient true spirit it was, Xue Zhen couldn't say why for a while. Soon, Xue Zhen had already retracted his divergent thoughts, and at this moment, his body suddenly fell lightly, as if he had discovered something.

However, it was just the time between breathing, Xue Zhen rushed to the place below where he stretched out his arms, his five fingers tightened violently, and the power of absorbing Xuan suddenly appeared, and Xue Zhen's hand suddenly appeared with an extra thing.

Array Flag! It turned out to be a Rigid Array Flag! Xue Zhen sucked in the hand of a Rigid Array Flag, and then, Xue Zhen's divine thoughts were sent out, sweeping through the small area nearby, and found that the Rigid Array Flags were all over the vicinity of here, which was about a thousand miles away from Qucheng.

"It seems that this should be the efforts made by the predecessors! It's just that this black illusion mourning is really powerful, how can an ordinary magic circle resist it!" Xue Zhen asserted at this moment.

Xue Zhen then checked the steel array flag in his hand a little, and saw that on the top of the array flag, some miniature rune spells that were originally engraved with seals, along with some protective light arrays, had been mutilated, and it was obviously corroded by some external force, but the body of the steel array flag was not damaged at all, and it could be reused by adding the corresponding recipes.

Seeing this, Xue Zhen naturally wouldn't let these rigid array flags be displayed here, so he continued to march, and collected all these array flags into his storage ring, and in the end, he collected almost three hundred of them, except for more than ten that were completely undamaged, the others were in such a repairable state of cultural damage.

At the same time as putting away the rigid array flag, Xue Zhen also concentrated all his mana on Xuan Tiancong, who had been bothered by these changing music from time to time, and even thought of shielding his five senses like a fresh drunken dream, but as he said, it didn't help much.

At this moment, Xue Zhen, who was fully stimulated to Xuan Tiancong, was able to reach a state of clear scanning, and under Xue Zhen's urging, Xuan Tiancong began to identify the sources of these various music that permeated the black mist, and in these music, some intrusive phantom sounds, phantom music were all selectively excluded from his sense of hearing by Xue Zhen.

"Huang Jie to Xuan Tiancong! Sure enough, he can reach the realm of distinguishing phantom sounds, so it seems that it should not be too difficult to find the ultimate source of phantom sounds, if there is no prediction error, the source of phantom sounds should be interface cracks, or some other nuisance spirit!" Xue Zhen speculated secretly.

As he spoke, Xue Zhen's had already hovered into this black illusion of mourning, closing his eyes slightly, and casting a spell to shield other perceptual powers, and all the mana was added to the place where Xuan Tiancong was, at this time, Xue Zhen could hear the sound of music from all directions.

There are hallucinatory sounds from the front, behind, and above the head, and all aspects fall into Xue Zhen's ears, there are deep sounds, light sounds, panting**, and agitation, but these sounds are in Xue Zhen's ears, just staying in Xue Zhen's ears, and they have not invaded Xue Zhen's mind at all.

Suddenly, Xue Zhen's body slightly tilted sideways at a small angle, the light was light, and a beam of blood-red light galloped away, not fast or slow, that is, the work of a small half cup of tea, Xue Zhen stopped, concocted the same method again, cast the corresponding trick, identified the source of the phantom sound, and continued to go.

In this case, Xue Zhen went through almost ten stop-and-go trips, walked out of a distance of almost 200,000 miles, and after corresponding judgment, Xue Zhen finally came to such a sunken small grass. The grass no longer has any life, and the density of those nearby silk flakes is even worse, and they continue to subtly, falling on Xue Zhen's spiritual domain, and it stops abruptly, Xue Zhen's spiritual domain damage is extremely shallow, almost negligible, but it is disturbed by these silk flots, and Xue Zhen's divine thoughts are a little unsmooth.

"This should be it!"

After Xue Zhen once again cast the Xuan Tiancong, he stood with his hands in his hand, and said with a clear voice. However, he would naturally be ready to do it, and Cheng Dù, who had surfaced in the spirit realm, was even more so cold, and there was still such a cold dagger floating in his hand.