Cultivation is a personal matter, and no matter how much help others can help you, it is limited.

In any case, realm is the basis of everything.

A Grandmaster Realm with many means will be crushed in front of the Supreme Realm. If you don’t wait for your means to use it, you will be dead.

Therefore, whether it is a warrior like Chen Zhuo who prefers to refine his body, or a person who focuses on mental power like Baiyi, he has not yet gone to the Black Water Lake or the Burning Desert for the time being.

The first thing they have to do is to first elevate their realm to the supreme realm before they are qualified to talk about other things.

After everyone went to retreat, Xu Yi did not go to retreat. After carefully recalling the introduction of Black Monkey's Ninth Branch, he headed towards the Heishui Lake.

The so-called Black Water Lake is truly a vast lake, embedded like black jade on the deserted earth.

By the lake, there is a black stone tablet, I don’t know what it is for.

Next to the stone tablet, a ragged white-haired old man sat lazy. The old man was holding a faded wine gourd in his hand. He took a sip from time to time, his nose was red and his eyes were blurred.

This person is one of the three major mentors who arrived at the Ninth Branch of Tian Academy.

No one knows his real name, everyone calls him Drunk, and black monkey.

"tutor."

Xu Yi came and saluted respectfully.

The drunkard didn't even look at Xu Yi, as if he didn't exist, and he still maintained his own rhythm, his drunken eyes were blurred, occasionally tilting his head to drink wine, and then burping.

Xu Yi was silent for a long time, took out a jar of heavenly immortals from the storage ring, placed it in front of the drunkard, bowed again, and then passed by and stepped into the area of ​​the Hei Shui Lake.

The Hei Shui Lake was rippling all the time. As soon as Xu Yi stepped in, he felt a terrible spiritual power surge like a tide.

But this intensity is nothing to Xu Yi.

He stepped on the lake and walked forward like a flat ground.

Countless ripples spread out and were destroyed under his feet, but the ripples that followed were endless.

Each ripple is a kind of impact of spiritual power, and for warriors, it is a kind of cleaning and grinding.

If you can't bear it, you must evacuate immediately, otherwise you will be hit into an idiot.

If you adapt to the impact of this level, you can continue to move forward. The faster you go to the center of the lake, the faster the mental power impact.

Xu Yi looked up and saw a black vortex in the center of the lake, where there was a spiritual storm, condensed into substance, which was particularly terrifying.

Although I don’t know what level of his mental power has reached, Xu Yi was trying to test himself while conducting tests for other companions who would enter the Black Water Lake in the future.

One step, one step.

Xu Yi gradually moved away.

On the shore, the drunk old man raised his head and drank again, turning a blind eye to the wine jar in front of him.

In this world, there seems to be nothing but wine, worth his attention.

Xu Yi had already walked a hundred meters in the Heishui Lake.

The ripples continue to impact, and the spiritual power becomes more and more terrifying.

Xu Yi's temples were beating slightly, and his spirit was like a rock, constantly being washed.

“It’s not enough.”

Xu Yi shook his head and continued to move forward.

Soon, he had already penetrated two hundred meters deep into the Heishui Lake.

The spiritual ripples here have almost been connected into lines, without even a slight stagnation.

Xu Yi stopped walking.

The drunk old man drinking with his back to Heishui Lake on the shore hooked in slightest.

But the next moment, his movement of lifting the wine pot had a moment of pause.

Xu Yi took another step forward!

"Another idiot."

The drunk old man whispered in a daze: "The strength of Guiyuan Realm can walk two hundred meters, which can be considered a genius, but those who die with overconfidence are not geniuses, but just fools."

After saying that, he continued to drink and no longer paid attention to Xu Yi.

At this time, Xu Yi was still moving forward.

Every time he takes a step forward, he will have a slight tremor, and the spiritual impact here has reached the limit of the supreme realm.

Xu Yi was almost injured, so he quickly recited the Chaos Mind Sutra silently.

The dark sound echoed in my mind, offsetting all mental shocks.

Xu Yi walked out 310 meters and had to stop.

His face was as pale as paper, and his sweat fell like rain.

The Chaos Idea Sutra has been repeated and recited the first paragraph three times, and I feel dizzy and feel like I’m beaten by a gopher.

Enduring the pain of mental inflatedness, Xu Yi sat cross-legged on the lake, silently chanting the first paragraph of the Chaos Mind Sutra again and again.

Time flies by, and three days in the blink of an eye.

Next to the stone tablet, the drunk old man still lifted the wine gourd from time to time to drink.

The small wine pot seemed to contain mellow wine that could never be finished.

Behind him, Xu Yi strode over. When he passed by the stone tablet, he glanced at it, smiled, and saluted the drunken old man: "Teacher, the wine given by the student is called the Heavenly Immortal. If you finish drinking the wine, you can try it, maybe you will like it."

After saying that, Xu Yi strode away.

The drunk old man still seemed to have not heard it. After a while, he yawned and subconsciously glanced at the stone tablet.

At this moment, he was stunned.

I saw Xu Yi's name written on the originally empty black stone tablet, and there was a number behind it: 310 meters.

The drunk old man's eyes were confused and rubbed his eyes again, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

"What a joke? Can you walk to 310 meters in Guiyuan Realm? That's the distance that can only be reached after entering the divine level!"

The old man's eyes fell on the quietly placed wine jar, hesitated for a moment, picked up and took off the wine seal.

A long and mellow scent of wine lingers on the tip of the nose.

He picked it up and tried to take a sip, his eyes lit up: "Good wine! It smells soft and weak, but it tastes like a knife. Is it like a sword? Why haven't I heard of it? Interesting wine, interesting little guy..."

Finally, the drunk old man grabbed the chicken coop head irritably again, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"No, this kid is treacherous. After I get addicted to drinking, wouldn't I be subject to him? Let's take another one first when I see you next time!"

Xu Yi, who was completely unaware that he was targeted, had already arrived at the body refining place, the Fire Burning Desert.

Horrible high temperature baking, air twisting.

With Xu Yi's strength, he had to use the energy to protect his body before he could withstand it.

From time to time, flames emerge on the ground, like traps, and it is hard to guard against.

The temperature of this fire is terrible, far beyond any flames that Xu Yi had seen, but he suddenly had a whim and tried to absorb the fire on his body.

When the flame suddenly emerged from the ground and enveloped him, the source of fire immediately moved and quickly swallowed the energy contained in the flame.

Xu Yi showed joy on his face.

Sure enough, the origin of fire can swallow and absorb the fiery fire and strengthen itself.

This gave Xu Yi another possibility.

If all kinds of powerful flames can be absorbed, can the origin of fire undergo some transformation?

Even if it doesn't work, it can accumulate and grow quickly, and then enhance other original powers in the way the five elements are generated!

"Wait! Since the origin of fire can swallow these flames, then..."
Chapter completed!