The eyes of the Southern Martial Cultivation Realm are now all set after March, this is the inevitability of a long period of calm, the former behemoth Shuangcheng Sect has become the object of the division of the major sects today, it will be an unprecedented grand occasion, and the silent southern part will open the curtain of bloody storms.

Wen Yiming gradually forgot the passage of time from the moment he decided to explore the Xuanwu Secret Treasure regardless of the time, whether it was the change of the Twin Cities Dabi and the postponement of time, he didn't know anything, and he didn't even know that the comprehension of the Realm Force had disrupted the order in the entire Realm Force Ice Cave, let alone the fact that the Dragon Soul was trapped.

And at this moment, he is in the real Three Realms of power, the true yuan and spiritual power are passing rapidly, from the moment he stepped into the last Xuanwu Gate, he has made all the preparations, so far he is sitting on the ground, he has been cultivating for several days, only in the crazy cultivation, he can maintain the consumption.

The comprehension of the realm force had reached a bottleneck where it was difficult to make progress, and the pseudo-four realm forces he had worked hard to maintain were in a state of imbalance at any time, and he was in agony in the wind and rain.

After a few more days, his true yuan recovery amount finally gradually increased due to consumption, until this moment Fang had spare time to look around, got up and turned around, and found that he was in an ice cave with less than 100 square meters, no more ice crystal cave walls, no maze surrounding, at a glance.

Behind him, the Xuanwu Gate disappeared and became a real ice wall, and the altar formed by transparent crystals in the center of the front was built high, and there was a pool of clear water, and the water surface was rippling with tortoiseshell-like ripples, emitting a circle of floating light.

Wen Yiming didn't dare to look at it more, he first walked around the entire Three Realms Force Space, he could hold on to this space for one hour at most, and then he needed to sit cross-legged and cultivate, and he had to cultivate for ten hours to reach his full state.

He saw no way out, and in the end he had to pin his hopes on the central altar.

Among the forces of the Three Realms, he didn't dare to walk quickly, cautiously approached the altar, and carefully walked around the pool of clear water, and under Dacheng's attentive perception, he found that the pool was not clear water, but the phantom reflected by the floating light on it, which was able to fool his eyes with the real and the fake.

Wen Yiming injected the boundary force into his right hand, tentatively reaching out to the turtle shell water pattern under the floating light.

The phantom water surface seemed to be broken by the fingers of the tortoiseshell water pattern, and it was instantly chaotic, and when Wen Yiming quickly withdrew his right hand, a tearing sound sounded.

'——!'

A gap appeared on his fingertips, and his finger bones shattered.

"What a reckless thing!" Wen Yiming secretly insulted himself, wouldn't he use the item to test first?

After swaying a holy light, he sat on the ground and began to recover, although he could still hold on, he wanted to enter the heyday as soon as possible, and try the tortoiseshell water pattern with the handprint comprehended by the Xuanwu Gate.

Ten hours later, Wen Yiming got up and punched out the handprint of the realm power of comprehension, and the tortoiseshell water pattern suddenly became chaotic, and then turned into a circle of normal ripples, at that moment, Wen Yiming saw clearly that under the surface of the illusion water, there were actually three spatial rings at different depths and positions.

"Damn, I've finally seen something!" Wen Yiming felt a kind of bittersweet pleasure.

A handprint shook the illusion, and at that moment he understood that the help brought to him by the three Xuanwu Gates, if there was no comprehension above the Xuanwu Gate, even if he was here, he would not be able to see the rings hidden in the illusion, and those tortoiseshell water patterns were attack illusions formed by the pseudo four realm forces, except for the boundary power handprints that he had comprehended before, they could not be cracked at all, let alone reach out to grab the three rings.

Continue to sit down and return to a full state, blasting away the illusion with the bombardment of the handprint, trying to perceive the time for the illusion to recover in that moment with concentration.

Among the three realm forces, he was only enough to make a boundary power mudra every time, and he needed to cultivate and recover, and the temptation of a handprint for ten hours was extremely boring.

However, he didn't dare to rush for quick success, the three rings were different in distance and depth in his perception, and they could only be taken out in three parts, and the recovery time of the tortoiseshell water pattern was very short, and under his many cautious and subtle perceptions, only one ring could succeed.

It's not that he didn't think about using the dragon spear to provoke it, but in the end he didn't do it, he was really afraid that there would be any more accidents, who knew if the tortoiseshell water pattern would attack him along the dragon lance, of course, the most important point was that he thought from the Xuanwu Gate that all kinds of obstacles in the Xuanwu Secret Vault were all meaningful, if he was opportunistic, this space might be his own tomb.

After figuring it out, he calmed down, kept repeating his cultivation and recovery, playing hand mudra to try to observe, and when he had a certain amount of confidence, he tried to reach out and grab the ring with the best chance of success.

Success is getting closer and closer to him, but several of them have not been able to stop and delay for several days to heal the wounds, the entire metacarpal bone is broken, even the meridians are not lightly injured, and even the entire arm is shaken by the remaining strength, and the humerus is broken.

Fortunately, he had enough potions and sufficient stocks, and he could still recover from cultivating in the Three Realms Force.

All the hardships were worth it, when he successfully obtained the first ring, the feeling was indescribable, he didn't know how long it took him to get this ring, in short, he cultivated and recovered in the void, and his cultivation had reached the peak of the seventh layer of the Great Martial Arts.

Rubbing the ring, Wen Yiming injected spiritual power, knowing that this was an ownerless space ring, and checked the ring with the mood of imminent harvest, but he was disappointed, the space was large enough, but there was only a yellow page inside.

Before the feeling of loss rose, he immediately understood, how could there be waste products in the Xuanwu Secret Collection? This dry yellow page may be the Xuanwu seal!

With his hands densely knit, he wrapped the pages of paper and memorized everything in a flash.

"Ha" is indeed a Xuanwu seal, just laughed, the page turned into powder out of thin air, and disappeared into the realm force.

The same was true of the Xuanwu Key, he was not surprised, the contents had been memorized, and he understood why this ring was the easiest to obtain.

Just because it was a Xuanwu seal, he knew that this was the god-level martial arts mentioned on the map, the Xuanwu seal, before he could read the full page!

And half of it he was very familiar with, it was the hand he realized on the Xuanwu Gate, but now it was fused into a handprint. He knew that the next thing to do was to master and fuse the next technique, and the second ring he obtained was just around the corner.

Cultivating the Xuanwu Seal, what a happy thing, mastering one technique after another in cultivation, no longer need to deliberately recover, just sit cross-legged on the ground until success.

After repeatedly deducing in his mind, he opened the Void Netherworld Realm and entered the long-awaited journey of Xuanwu Seal cultivation.

Time flowed through the fingers of one after another, and the tricks became fewer and fewer, and Wen Yiming felt more and more comfortable in the Three Realms of power.

Here, the ice crystals are shining, and there is no day or night.

When he got up, I don't know how much time had passed, and the second half of the recipe was all in one and became a mudra.

But he couldn't fuse with the previous handprint, so he had to give up, feeling that his cultivation had entered the middle stage of the eighth layer of the Great Martial Arts, and the consumption of the three realms around him had decreased, he understood that it was time to take out the second ring.