Damn the Scarlet Codex, don't think that without exercise proficiency, you won't be able to improve your strength.

Half of the time is spent scraping the colorful powder, and half of the time is spent practicing the "Soul Assassination Technique".

Time passed like a white horse, and in the blink of an eye, Yevre, who was alone, stayed on the psychic sacred tree for two months.

In the storage ring, nearly a hundred pounds of the best multicolored powder of the ground level have been stored.

However, Yevre, who had consumed less than three pounds, had eyes like electricity, surging mental power, and a constant tide gushing out, no different from a spotlight.

In the soul space, the three-bedroom and one-hall that had shrunk in a circle had been surrounded by a spiritual barrier as thick as three feet.

Yevre knocked on it when he had time, and there was no difference between sturdy and advanced metal.

Looking at the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine chopstick-thick soul needles, and then at the materialized books that were nearly three feet thick, Yevre couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh.

Although there is no qualitative change in spiritual power, in terms of quantity alone, it is more than a hundred times that of before.

Before entering the secret realm, in terms of total mental volume alone, Yevre was comparable to a small half of Ziophra.

And now, I'm afraid it's really comparable to the pinnacle realm warlock of the earth rank in terms of quantity, if the "Heavenly Fire Meditation Technique" is advanced to perfection again, so that the spirit is comparable to metal, presumably below the heavenly level, there will be no opponent.

It's a pity that the multicolored powder of the best grade also has limitations, and so far, it has used almost a hundred ounces, but it has only increased a small amount of spiritual power.

According to Yevre's speculation, I am afraid that it will take the multicolored powder of the Heavenly Rank to continue to improve the spiritual power.

It's a pity that the ground deboning knife is not powerful, and it can't break through that one-inch limit at all.

Even if you guess that the bark inside is more precious, you can't get it.

There's no way to start.

The base of a trunk more than ten miles in diameter is estimated to be no less than two hundred feet thick by the bark alone.

But without high-end weapons, what do you want Yevre to do? Do you lick with your mouth and pick at your nails?

It's not that Yevre hasn't tried, it's completely useless.

After meditating and practicing for three days, Yevre finally gave up reluctantly.

Wait until you're ready next time and find out.

After packing up all the necessities, Yevre activated the Transfiguration Technique, transformed into the Vigret Flying Eagle, and slowly left.

The speed is really not fast, fly a few steps, dock on different kinds of giant trees, and start the upgraded identification function one by one.

Zishan Tree: The best of the ground level is beautiful

Coral purple bamboo: a good medicine for hemostasis

.......

Along the way, Yevre encountered a total of 962 different trees, all of which were of the ground level, except for more than a dozen that could not be identified.

Flying and stopping, he harvested another thirty cubic meters of wood of various strange effects, and Yevre threw away half of the metal shards before stuffing them into the storage ring.

Originally, I wanted to find a few strange grasses along the way, just like the two unidentified human-tall grasses, but I didn't find any trace at all.

Even the psychic power with a detection range of up to ten miles was never found again, as if it was deliberately hiding from a cat.

It had taken nearly a month, and Yevre, who had been going around and around, had already left the psychic sacred tree almost 900,000 miles away, and he couldn't help but look back at the trees that were getting lower and sparse in front of him.

It is said that it is a dwarf tree, but relatively speaking, compared to ordinary trees, the trunk of the tree is close to 2,000 feet, which is still not to be underestimated.

Yevre, whose eyes were like spotlights, looked at the thick white fog a hundred miles away, and carefully probed it with his mental power, not daring to act rashly.

The spiritual power of a warlock comparable to the peak realm of the earth level was actually helpless against this layer of white fog that was not known to be thick.

Can't see through, can't pierce.

Cautiously stepping into the white fog, he couldn't see his surroundings clearly, and flew for more than half an hour, but he still returned to the same place.

It's like you've never left.

I tried five times in a row and all got the same result.

Helpless, Yevre unwillingly spread his wings and flew as hard as he could along the clear white fog for a full 100,000 miles, tired and sweaty, panting like a dog, but still did not find any exit.

Resting on a low tree, Yevre fell into deep thought.

Could it be that this thick white mist enveloped the entire deep forest? I don't know where Ziophra and the others were teleported, and they flew for so long, and they didn't see the rest of the creatures.

In addition to the giant trees, the giant trees, oh, and the dwarf trees in these fringe areas.

So what should I do, do I stay stuck here all the time, lonely and old?

Thinking about these days, once you eat the stored ingredients, you can't even see a single meat, you can only eat vegetarian, Yevre wants to cry.

No, I have to leave no matter what.

Thinking of this, Yevre, who had no mental power, approached the thick white mist that was not alarming, took out all kinds of treasures in the storage ring one by one, and slowly tested it.

The leaves of the Xuanjie Superb have no effect.

The best multicolored powder of the ground level still didn't bring any abnormalities.

The scale armor of the best level is like no one, and it doesn't matter at all.

......

In the end, even the barbecue was taken out of Yevre, and only those two strange grasses were left untested.

Even the identification of the second level did not identify its specific origin, and the two small grasses can be said to be the most valuable treasures on Yevre's body except for the storage ring.

After retrieving the rest of the treasures one by one, Yevre took out a small grass full of rich vitality, and went deep into the thick white mist with anxiety, but there was still no response.

Unwillingly took it back, he held on to the last hope, and took out the pitch-black grass, who would have thought that the grass had just approached the white fog, and the white fog that had not moved before, as if it had encountered a natural enemy, kept retreating outward, and instantly formed a hole of about one or thirty feet.

It's really a play, fortunately I didn't miss it at the beginning, otherwise wouldn't there be a lonely old age?

After canceling the transformation technique of the Vilu Flying Eagle and restoring his cowardly appearance, Yevre held the ground step boning knife tightly in his right hand, and held a torch-like grass in his left hand, and walked in a straight line.

Along the way, it is full of dense inscriptions, deeply carved into the white ground of unknown materials.

Not to mention, the ground is sturdy.

Yevre's deathly kick left no trace, as if it was separated by a thick barrier.

Even the ground-level boning knife, which was fully exertive, did not leave any traces.

Attempts were made to pry some of it away, but it was simply impossible to break through the thick barrier.

Yevre, who had not seen the rest of the creatures and had not encountered the strange trap, kept walking and walking, advancing for almost five hundred miles, before finally leaving the White Mist Zone.

Then, a lush forest reappeared in Yevre's eyes.

If it weren't for a giant python that suddenly attacked, Yevre would have thought that he was back in the mysterious forest of giant trees.

The green python, which was about the same length as a vine man, was five hundred feet long, thicker than a bucket, and with a smell of grass and trees, it pounced violently.

Yevre was startled, and quickly put the strange grass into the storage ring, and directly activated the soul needle the thickness of chopsticks.

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine soul needles, with an incomparable speed, entered the soul space of the giant python in an instant, and then smashed it here.

The python's eyes darkened, and it continued to pounce forward for a distance according to its inertia, and then hit its head on the white mist and fell to the ground.

Huh, weird, huh?

How did this white mist suddenly become solid?

Looking at the corpse of the python that was still twitching, Yevre immediately stepped back a distance and activated the identification function.

Green Skin Python: Lower Realm Weaknesses: Soul Flame Thunder Lightning Spell

Damn! It's actually a ground-level python, no wonder it's so big, and the momentum is so scary, but fortunately, I didn't plan to fight hand-to-hand.

Thanks to the motherland, thanks to the space channel, thanks to the psychic holy wood, it turns out that this secret realm is so dangerous.

Fortunately, his mental power has increased by a hundredfold, otherwise he will really become a rake and a rake.

Before the change, the giant python at the bottom of the ground didn't have that confidence.

Looking at the still twitching ground python, Yevre walked into the distance and curiously touched the white mist.

This feel is completely hard metal, so what happened to me before, hallucination?

After opening the mental detection range to the maximum and finding no other dangerous creatures, Yevre took out the black strange grass again, and then saw the white mist that was still extremely strong just now, and retreated straight in.

"It seems that I have a safe camp that can be used very well, so let's have a good meal first, and then look around to see if I can find some more rare treasures. ”

Retracting the strange grass, Evre Mosuo chin and smiled happily.

Seeing that the green-skinned forest python was no longer moving, and using the identification function to confirm that it was dead here, and that the python meat was edible, Yevre was very excited to carry the ground-level boning knife and show his chef style.

Painstakingly cut open the python skin, take four cubes of the white snake tenderloin and the rest of the snake meat of good quality, and discard all the low-grade ingredients---- except the flour.

Not only did he eat his meat, but he also took away thirty square python skins, as well as a finger-thick snake tendon on a ground step.

The elasticity is good, and it can be used to trap people and make traps.

Of course, the fist-sized green magic core is also in the bag and cannot be wasted.

It's a pity that my storage ring is too small, otherwise it would be so wasted.

Regrettably, looking at the shattered green-skinned python, Yevre sat cross-legged and regained his strength for a while before carrying the ground deboning knife, opening the minimap with all his might, and walking towards the lush woods without hurry.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Yevre carried the skull of the green-skinned forest python in his left hand and gradually penetrated deeper and deeper into the darkening woods.

The sporadic sunlight was torn apart by the layers of leaves, making the grassy woods even more eerie.

Within the scope of perception, countless strange little insects and monsters are constantly fleeing.

This is the deterrent power of the ground level forest python.

The tiger is still dead, and it is estimated that it is the same reason.

Yevre, who walked all the way through the grass and vines, turned on the upgraded identification function all the time, but never found a ground-level creature again.

I finally saw some mystical flowers and plants, but they didn't have any special effects, and they didn't even have the desire to do it.

Could it be that this is also a secret realm, even if there is no 10,000-year-old ginseng, you have to have some 9,000-year-old He Shou Wu, even if it is 9,000-year-old yellow essence.

More than a hundred miles have been traveled, and you have been playing like this.

With all his anticipation, but nothing was gained, Yevre unwillingly carried the schiculus and walked more than three hundred miles again, and then suddenly stopped.

In the range of perception, there is a lynx-like monster enjoying a feast, with a mouth full of blood, and no hygiene at all.

Crunching on the ribs, eating the sweetness, as if completely unaware of his existence.

Yevre quietly looked at the appraisal results, and suddenly his eyes rolled and he thought about it.

Spotted Demon Leopard: Mid-Realm Weaknesses: Soul Flame Curse

Extremely fast and highly toxic

Since they are afraid of spiritual attacks like the green bark forest python, how can it be the right gift of colorful powder if they don't send you to hell.

Carefully performing "Sixteen Lines with the Wind", like a ghost, quietly moving in the forest, but without the slightest sound of the wind.

Since his mental power skyrocketed a hundredfold, Yevre only took three days to upgrade "Sixteen Lines with the Wind" to Dacheng with the help of the inner vision method, which is simply a perversion.

The former Jevre, who could only rampage and was super fast in a straight line, could never come back.

The fluttering figure like a butterfly avoids all obstacles lightly, and with the help of the stealth function of the earth-level heavenly leather armor, it instantly came to the back of the big tree two miles away from the spotted demon leopard.