Wen Yiming swallowed two bottles of potions, as a supplement of physical strength and water, picked up the dragon spear and continued to move forward, with the lock of the oracle's double pupils, it was more comfortable than the original beast tracking, and it could also collect the spirit mine spirit grass, which was convenient and efficient.

As they advanced, the number of Flame Crocodiles increased, and occasionally they could not avoid being injured by self-explosions, and the boundary defense of the Xuanwu Inner Armor was at the bottom at any time.

A month, two months, gradually, Wen Yiming no longer collected the brain nucleus of the Yan Crocodile, there were too many, he was numb to killing, I don't know if he would repeat the scene in the gray space, and it would be better to kill all the way like this forever.

In the fifth year, Wen Yiming had all the potions except for the two bottles of the Qingming Mixture, and he was going to keep these two bottles of the Qingming Mixture for the last time to remove the fire poison from his body.

He didn't dare to refine it anymore, this endless magma land must be nourished by water, he began to eat the spirit grass, but as the temperature became higher and higher, a spirit grass could not last long at all, with his forging body cultivation, he knew that once he removed the Xuanwu inner armor, at most twenty breaths would turn into human dryness, and then the ashes would be annihilated.

The Xuanwu Inner Armor was only fire immunity, but the ultra-high temperature still existed, although it did not burn him, the loss of water was intensifying, and he knew that this was the reason why he was getting closer and closer to the Boundary Force Cave, proving that he was in the right direction.

Hang on!

Two months later, there was no road ahead, nothing but a maelstrom of magma.

"Shuling, is this for me to jump into the fire pit?" Although Wen Yiming has a Xuanwu inner armor, he is still cold.

"Maybe!" The book spirit is not omniscient, and his tone is extremely uncertain.

Wen Yiming will not return the same way, nor will he sit on the ground and wait for another miracle, the spirit grass on his body is consumed quite quickly, but it is a pity that the ash two-piece set is on Shu Yilan's body, and there is a lot of fresh spirit grass in that ash belt.

At that time, he was ready to commit suicide without thinking about it under the Dragon Slaying Dao, and he didn't want Shu Yilan's body to be crushed, who knew that he would encounter this encounter.

"I guess it's not a good day!" Wen Yiming muttered, and went down with all his defense.

There was no imaginary pain, just a rapid process of steaming, shuttling away in an instant, and the next moment he was in an empty crimson space, the air was exploding at any time, and the burning pain was still felt under the fire immunity of the Xuanwu Inner Armor.

The ground was like a reef, covered with pinhole-like pores and emitting scorching smoke.

"Boundary!" Wen Yiming was inexplicably surprised, he felt the boundary force, and it was a second-realm force of a low level, but the boundary force naturally generated by heaven and earth would automatically adjust the power according to the strength of the intruder, and he still felt that it was unbearable and needed to be dealt with carefully.

'Bang——! ’

As soon as he took a step, there was a sound of wheels bursting under his feet, blasting out countless magma, Wen Yiming's entire legs and feet felt extremely sore, and he felt that if he was blown up several times, his entire leg would be wasted.

"Book Spirit, give me some advice!" Wen Yiming asked for help.

He estimated that he would not be able to set foot on the smoke pinhole, although he could choose the place to put his feet, but in addition to the tearing of the force of the Second Realm, there was also a gravitational force, not to mention flying in the air, it was extremely difficult to even walk, and with his strength, the true yuan would be exhausted at most a hundred miles.

Shuling was silent for a long time before he said: "I really don't know, I don't remember everything, let's explore slowly, this is obviously the Boundary Power Cave, there will always be a day." ”

Without waiting for Wen Yiming to complain, he said: "Don't worry, don't look at this place as the force of the Second Realm, as you go deeper, the gravity will also increase, don't think about seeing the sun until the Martial Sect period." ”

In Wen Yiming's stunned state, Shu Ling said: "Boss, I have to go to sleep and prepare for your promotion to the Martial Sect, at that time, the Rakshasa blood and questionnaire will be the last counterattack, and I am very likely to lose my spiritual intelligence." ”

Wen Yiming nodded stunned, Wu Zong? If you can have the promotion speed in the Xuanwu Secret Collection, maybe it will be successful, but it will be difficult to walk slowly and hard, and it will be difficult to see the Vermilion Bird Gate!

The book spirit fell asleep, and the entire space except for the occasional jet sound from the ground, Wen Yiming walked alone and struggling again.

He gradually increased his distance from every hundred miles, and he still gained a lot without deliberately deepening his comprehension power.

Every time the true yuan is exhausted, he cultivates, and so on, the improvement of cultivation is neither fast nor slow, and after half a year, he enters the late stage of the fourth layer of the martial general, and he has also successfully teleported to the pseudo-Three Realms Power Cave.

With the experience of Xuanwu Secret Collection, he only needs to be patient and keep moving forward, the only thing that can accompany him is cultivation, he has become numb to pain, the only thing that makes him uneasy is that the spirit grass is getting less and less, with this kind of consumption, he will die of dehydration in another year at most.

After passing through the pseudo-Three Realms Power Library and coming to the Land of the Three Realms Force, it was already the sixth year, and he saw the fiery red gate that made his vision trance, and he was about to cry!

"Suzaku Gate!" Wen Yiming looked at the three big characters that were swaying in the flames, he was so excited that he was calculating how long the spirit grass could support almost all the time, and he was not at all happy that Xiu Wei had reached the early stage of the fifth layer of the martial general.

And at this moment, he took out the Vermilion Bird Spoon, if it was the same as the Xuanwu Secret Treasure with the three Vermilion Bird Gates, let him comprehend the Vermilion Bird Seal to clear the customs, he believed that it would be much faster.

However, the overtaking of the boundary force in gravity was not as simple as he imagined, and it took three months for the first Vermilion Bird Gate alone.

Entering it, the vitality in the fire element was obviously thickened, and indeed as he thought, it didn't take long for the second Vermilion Bird Gate to appear.

It is also a comprehension technique, with the improvement of his cultivation, with the cultivation experience of the Xuanwu seal, he has overcome obstacles all the way, and the mudra and cultivation are advancing simultaneously.

In the late fifth floor, the military commander broke through the third Vermilion Bird Gate, and finally saw the Suzaku Secret Secret.

Among the pseudo-four realm forces, he couldn't move an inch, looking at a pool of clear water in the fiery altar in front of him, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his spirit grass was about to run out, and this pool of clear water was simply a lifesaver.

There was no ring in the pool, except for a fiery red feather floating on the surface of the water, rippling quietly.

Wen Yiming tried to get the feathers with half of the Vermilion Bird Seal, and suddenly a wave of fire shook out.

'Bang——! ’

Wen Yiming vomited blood and flew upside down, quickly healing his injuries on the spot, he didn't have more time to think about it, if he couldn't get the water source before the spirit grass was exhausted, he would definitely die.

Swept away by the waves of fire again and again, he cultivated and healed again and again, racing against time, and it was always difficult to succeed.

He was extremely anxious, there was no spirit grass in the consumption, and the ice attribute spirit grass in the Xuanwu Secret Treasure was only the unusable precious spirit grass, but he couldn't even feel the coolness of the clear water.

Suddenly, he looked at the clear water and realized that in such a place where the air was about to burn, why could this wave of pools always exist?

This is no ordinary clear water!

Recovering, he shook out a handprint again, and in the wave of fire, he used his eyesight to lock the clear water under him with the oracle's pupils through the wave of fire of the feathers.

Water in the fire!

It is also known as the spiritual spring.