In the valley, Du Rong had been here for a long time, and this place that exuded a strong smell of dead grass was a place of intense poisonous gas for the monk, but it was a blessed place for him.

His cultivation had made a breakthrough on the third day of entering the valley, reaching the tenth level of trainee mage, and after more than twenty days of condensation, he had reached consummation.

At this time, the elemental wheel in his sea of consciousness was unprecedentedly active, and the six-colored light balls had reached the limit of the stage, full and bright.

And the dots of spiritual power surrounded by the elemental wheel have also been so numerous that there is no gap, like a severely squeezed silver light sponge ball, trying to break through the shackles of this periphery.

There is only one trace left to break through this barrier and reach the second level, that is, the level of a junior mage, and if he reaches this level, he will officially have the capital to call the foundation building monks.

In this chaotic and complicated world of cultivation, it has added a bit of self-preservation power.

But it was this slight gap that made him feel the barrier of cultivation for the first time since he practiced magic, and no matter how he communicated the marks on his forehead, or ingested a large amount of dead grass inside and outside, it didn't play a role in the slightest.

This made Du Rong, who had been smooth sailing in his magic cultivation since the operation of the Divine Fall Seal, feel a sense of panic.

What if the progress of this spell stays at the stage of apprentice mage and can no longer advance an inch, this is his most powerful hole card in this turbulent world.

If this fails, he only feels that the road ahead is unpredictable. A series of thoughts flashed through my mind, and for the first time, I felt the uncertainty of the future and future of cultivation.

This inexplicable cultivation bottleneck, Du Rong is not clueless. He found that his cultivation was not hindered, but every time he tried to break through, there was a mysterious and indescribable power in this world, pulling his magic cultivation.

Every time I wanted to break through, I was pulled by this unknown force, which led to stopping at the consummation of this apprentice mage.

But if you want to explain this mysterious involvement, you really don't know where to start.

After struggling and hesitating for a few days to no avail, Du Rong had no choice but to put this problem down and leave it to his own sect to think about the reason.

In addition, there was one thing that changed that Du Rong did not expect, that is, after he cultivated to the limit of the current stage, the mark on his forehead also had some changes.

On the first day after it was unable to further accumulate the magic element, the gem light of the scepter in the scepter, which corresponded to six of the elements in the Fusion Sea, was lit up in a cycle among the ten gem marks on the Scepter Roulette of the Mark of Godfall.

After a few weeks of jumping points, it finally landed on purple, the gem that represents the thunder element.

Since then, the purple gemstone mark on Durong's forehead has remained in a constant state.

His own mana reserves were now saturated, but the purple point of light was still absorbing the free thunder elements from the outside world on its own, storing them in the purple gem imprint.

Moreover, after more than half a month of magic storage, this purple gem mark has no intention of stopping, and is still tirelessly absorbing the thunder elements of the outside world.

Although Du Rong had not cultivated to a higher level of spiritual power cultivation, his intuition told him that the energy intensity stored in the imprint had far exceeded the strength of ordinary building bases, but there was still no sign of stopping.

In the process of absorbing the magic element in this imprint, if you think about it, you can still cut off this one-way magic absorption.

However, at the moment, his cultivation has reached a bottleneck, and it is useless to evoke the mark here, so he simply relaxes his mind and cares about this autonomous situation, which will end one day, and then he can see what is going on.

Since there is no way to make a breakthrough in magic cultivation, he has not yet found the reason, and if he wants to practice spiritual power in this dry grass valley, it is impossible to use this extremely strong smell of herbs that damage spiritual power, and at this time, Du Rong had no choice but to guard the tower-shaped stove in front of him with peace of mind.

A few days of consumption had already allowed him to practice thousands of Blood Pills, and in order to wait for the day when the barrier was dispersed, the monks from the outside world would not come in too abruptly, so he traveled all over the valley and evenly picked the dry grass in the valley in different places to refine it.

Under the furnace, the flames condensed with their own magic power were burning steadily, and the shaking flames also reflected Du Rong's worried face.

Although this meant a huge amount of wealth, he was not interested in it at all, and originally entered the valley to find out why this withered grass appeared here, and by the way, to see if he could know more about the reason why he came to this world.

The ideal is very plump, the reality is very skinny, and the only clue is that there is a hidden killing machine in the ruins of the cave, and Du Rong has decided not to take this risk after thinking about it for a long time, and now his magic cultivation has encountered an unknown bottleneck and is stuck here.

These many changes made him quite depressed: "In this situation, it is better to go out early." ”

He stared blankly at the burning stove, refining the Dan purely with muscle memory, while thinking depressedly in his mind.

It was as if God heard his heart, and it was at this time that the shock of the enchantment also pulled him back to reality from his stunned state.

Looking at the surface of this rippling shield like water, the dense attack kept falling all the time, and he said to himself in astonishment: "What is crazy about the people outside here, isn't there something that makes them so anxious to enter the valley in advance?"

The tidal wave of attacks lasted for nearly a cup of tea before stopping, and although the silver shield outside the valley was standing strongly, the color of the light film was visibly lighter to the naked eye, almost translucent.

If you look closely, you can already see a faint figure floating in the air outside through this translucent shield.

And the group of people outside also died down at this time, and fell silent for a while, and they all knew that this was an opportunity to recover after the excessive consumption of the spiritual power of the monks, and it would not be more than half a day before the next wave of general attack.

At that time, whether this barrier can hold up is a matter of two words.

The furnace of Blood Pill in front of him was also on the verge of the end of refining, and he withdrew the last wisp of flame, opened the lid of the furnace and took out more than 100 pills.

took out the elixir that he had hidden closely, poured two pills directly into his mouth, and once again turned on a trace of spiritual power in his body to open the storage bag he carried with him, and threw the stove and the newly refined pill into it.

Then he quickly shuttled through various locations in the valley, collecting dead grass everywhere.

He didn't have the leisure to count how many, and threw them all into the half-open storage bag, until he felt that he couldn't stuff it anymore, and then he closed the mouth of the bag.

The concentration of the smell in this withered grass valley was far worse than the smell he usually produced when he grinded the medicine, and in this short process of searching for medicine, his spiritual power bottomed out several times, and he took two more elixirs halfway to close the full storage bag, and it was only half an hour before and after.

He found a place on the slope a little far away from the Yuanying Cave Mansion, and all of them used their own earth magic, and the ground in front of him was lifted like a blanket, and when he lay down in the pit, the separated ground closed again, leaving only his eyes and nose exposed to ensure his breathing and observation of the outside world.

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