Flying within this black illusion of sorrow, as Xian Zuimeng said, after cultivating the spiritual realm, Xue Zhen was almost no danger at all, compared to the huge amount of time spent before, Xue Zhen's return journey was much easier, and soon, he could see the large protective array light curtain of Qucheng from somewhere in the divine mind.

And where the city wall of the canal city, where Xue Zhen had left before, the white-shirted monk was drunk and asleep, sitting cross-legged, at this moment he was expressionless, and the cultivation method was held in his hand, but at this time he was not cultivating, and his divine thoughts were sent out and withdrawn from time to time, but there was some kind of uneasy expectation in his heart.

Soon, I saw that he suddenly opened his eyes, the light in his eyes flickered, and from a distance, he saw the deep black illusion of mourning, and a blood-colored rainbow shot out, and soon, the light curtain in front of him was closed one by one, and Xue Zhen had slowly fallen in front of such a fresh drunken dream who was waiting to stand.

"Xue Daoyou, what are the gains from your hard work?" Xian Zuimeng obviously had a little impatience at the moment.

Xue Zhen didn't care at all, he gently patted the gray and white robe on his body, a faint smile hung on his face, and he thought about it lightly, and soon he said:

Xue Mou's trip can be regarded as a gain, but whether this kind of harvest is a harvest or not, Xue really can't say clearly!"

In the face of Xue Zhen's plausible statement, Xian Zuimeng was inevitably a little puzzled, and sent an inquiring look, Xue Zhen retrieved a record jade ring, which was the record jade ring that he recorded at the beginning, the details of the suspected interface crack. Sending it out, Xian Zuimeng immediately raised his arm and flicked his robe lightly, recording that the jade ring was already in his hands.

The divine thoughts of the fresh drunken dream were instantly integrated into the recording jade ring, but Xue Zhen had no verbal explanation at this moment, because the feeling that could be said was almost all recorded in the jade ring, and the rest was a kind of first feeling, a feeling that could not be explained.

That is, between four or five breaths, Xian Zuimeng read the content of Xue Zhen's recorded jade ring no less than three times, and repeatedly restored it in his mind, and finally, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and took back his thoughts, looked at Xue Zhen, Xue Zhen also looked over, and the two exchanged glances tacitly, but the two did not show the slightest smile.

"How is it, does Senior Xian have any clues?" Xue Zhen asked in a loud voice instead.

"Xue Daoyou, in fact, for the black fantasy mourning here, Xian Mou has also consulted a lot of classics, and finally found a little clue in a recorded rumor allusion!"

Hearing this, Xue Zhen was slightly stunned, looking at Xian Zui Meng, Xian Zui Meng poked his head out, suddenly, Xian Zui Meng's sleeve robe was raised, and the five fingers rushed out of the whole room, slightly and gently, under the action of a mysterious force, an almost invisible Qing Xuan rushed out of Xian Zuimeng's sleeve robe, and in a blink of an eye, Qing Xuan had already recovered his illness and returned, and a black silk wool appeared on Xian Zui Meng's hand.

"Xue Daoyou, what do you think this will be?" Xian Zuimeng asked Xue Zhen a little pretentiously.

Xue Zhen didn't recognize it, he also knew that any reply at this moment was useless, Xian Zuimeng would naturally express his true opinion, so he just shook his head, and sure enough, Xian Zuimeng quickly said loudly:

"Xue Daoyou, have you ever heard of a fierce bird called the black ibis?"

"Black ibis?"

Xue Zhen's muttering repeated, Xian Zuimeng nodded, his head never turned to Xue Zhen, the black silk floating on his hand did not move in his hand, Xue Zhen obviously did not know anything about this object, and soon, when Xian Zuimeng looked down at the black silk wool, his five fingers suddenly tightened, the light was slightly dim, and Xian Zuimeng's palm opened again, and it was empty.

"Xue Daoyou, the black ibis is a kind of murderous thing outside the sky, an ancient fierce spirit whose strength is comparable to that of the Heavenly Kunpeng, if you don't guess it, it should be a little bit of fluff on its body!"

Hearing this, Xue Zhen's heart was shocked, the things outside the sky were in the giant city where he used to be, and he also learned a thing or two from the allusions or interpersonal conversations in it, these murderous things outside the sky live in a huge interface comparable to the true immortal realm, in this interface, that kind of rich breath is Xue Zhen's gathering spirit array plus ten times a hundred times is incomparable, therefore, it has also given birth to some fierce creatures, and You Tian Kunpeng is one of them.

These creatures suffer from the strange suppressive power in the interface, and none of them can transform into humanoid cultivation, that is to say, the creatures in the interface, their cultivation can reach the level of spiritual pressure of the Golden Immortal, Immortal Monarch, and even the Immortal Emperor, but they have never been able to get a complete whole, an independent personality, in other words, even if they reach the cultivation of the Immortal Emperor and the Immortal Emperor, they can still only follow their own blood nature like ordinary low-level demon beasts.

Among these fierce spirits outside the heavens, there are such giant birds and birds as You Tian Kunpeng, and when their cultivation reaches a certain level, they will be able to comprehend the ability to tear open the interface on their own, shuttle through various interfaces, and indulge freely.

You Tian Kunpeng Xue Zhen naturally has not seen it, but its fierce reputation is also famous, if this kind of black ibis can be as famous as You Tian Kunpeng, then it is really going to appear in Qucheng, I am afraid that it is not impossible for Qucheng to kill and injure most of them.

Thinking of this, Xue Zhen unconsciously swallowed slightly, and looked at Xian Zui Meng, and couldn't speak half a sentence.

"Xue Daoyou, Xian is not sure about this matter, and even Xian hopes that it is a mistake in judgment, and the place you depicted may be the interface crack, and it is very likely that it is the interface passage leading to the other side, the outer world!"

"Xian seniors! I'm afraid this matter can't be simply repaired, maybe you need to notify the powerful seniors of the Xianmen before it can be finished!" Xue Zhen gave his own opinion.

Xue Zhen knew that he had a bad habit of recklessness, but for some reason, when he thought of such an impossible event this time, he changed and changed his reckless character. At this moment, Xian Zuimeng's expression was condensed, and his deep frown was considering, and in the end, Xian Zuimeng still gave a decision to shake his head.

"Senior Xian, do you want to solve this matter on your own?" Xue Zhen immediately asked.

But at this moment, the white-shirted monk was drunk with a dream, but he turned around, and a bitter smile hung on his face, that inexplicable bitter smile made Xue Zhen feel extremely surprised and completely incomprehensible, but then the words of the fresh drunken dream made Xue Zhen wake up like a dream, and secretly sighed that the world was hot and cold.