And the culprit for this kind of thing is that there was an extra rice-sized object at the center of his Linghai, round, somewhat transparent, like a small bubble, insignificantly inconspicuous.
Liu Ming could swear that there was never such a thing in his spirit sea before.
But it was this thing that had just turned crazily in his spirit sea, and only after swallowing all his newly condensed mana, he calmed down again.
"Could it be that this thing is the cold air that got into his body before, otherwise it would never be able to explain this situation."
Liu Ming forcefully suppressed the panic in his heart, and his thoughts turned quickly, finally finding a reasonably reasonable explanation.
However, this thing looked completely inconsistent with the evil spirit remnants recorded in the classics, otherwise he would be even more panicked.
Liu Ming even wiped the sweat bead on his forehead, and hurriedly sank his mind into his dantian again, carefully observing the small bubbles in the spirit sea.
This bubble looks crystal clear and round, and it is also extremely clear inside, but it doesn't look like it just swallowed so much mana.
After a full cup of tea, Liu Ming still hadn't found anything useful from above.
And this thing stayed still in his spirit sea, as if it were really dead.
Liu Ming couldn't help but hesitated, but after another turn of his mind, he gritted his teeth again and immediately controlled his mental power to touch the surface of the bubble lightly, wanting to see if he could enter it.
"Bang".
The bubble burst and opened like a mirror at the moment he touched the power of his spirit.
Liu Ming was shocked. Before he had time to react, he felt a thunderous noise in his ears, his head sank, his eyes went dark, and the whole person was in an unfamiliar gray space. .
"here it is… "
Liu Ming was naturally shocked when he saw this, and he swept his eyes wildly around, only to see that the surrounding area was completely gray and foggy, and the entire space that he could see was the size of fourteen or five feet in diameter.
He raised his head again and lowered his head. The sky and the ground were also gray and foggy, but only five or six feet high.
Liu Ming only felt a sudden jump in his heart. After a long time, he calmed himself down and began to think about the whole process of appearing here.
There is no doubt that I will come here, completely because I touched the bubble-like thing in the sea of spirit.
But what existence is at the bottom of the bubble, how can it immediately send itself into this strange space without the slightest sign after it bursts, which is really hard to understand.
And looking at the lifeless appearance of this space, it doesn't look like there are other creatures. On the contrary, it is more like a prison in which prisoners are held.
After Liu Ming thought about it for a while in the same place, he still didn't come to any reliable conclusions, and even after yelling a few times later, no other abnormalities appeared.
He leaned back in his heart, stretched out a palm cautiously, and slowly touched the fog he had stepped on.
The entire palm was only a few inches deep into the mist, and it was forcibly blocked by a solid invisible barrier that resembled the ground.
Liu Ming's eyes flashed, and after standing up, after chanting a few words in his mouth, he took a deep breath and rushed to the bottom of his mouth.
With a "hoo", a violent wind rolled out of his mouth and hit the fog wall below.
The incredible scene appeared!
As soon as the seemingly violent wind touched the mist, it silently sank into it, and there was no sign of it anymore.
Liu Ming's face changed slightly, pinching the Jue with one hand, and the sound of the spell in his mouth also changed.
After two "puff puffs", two seemingly sharp blue wind blades shot out one after another from their hands, but once they were cut into the mist below, there was no response in the same weird flash.
Liu Ming's face turned blue, but he was unwilling to switch to fire bullets and other spells he learned to attack the lower part.
But the results are generally the same.
This seemingly ordinary gray mist can directly absorb and swallow all spell attacks.
Liu Ming finally stopped his attack, but after a moment of silence on the spot, he pinched the tactic with one hand again, and a cloud of gray condensed under his foot, and he lifted it up and flew away slowly, but he left. After several feet of ground, he stopped abruptly.
He stretched out his hands and plunged into the fog, and began to check the fog wall in the air little by little.
After a long while, he fell from the air with a long breath, obviously gaining nothing.
Afterwards, Liu Ming strode to one side without hesitation any longer, and one arm flicked, and the tiger's bite ring on his wrist was illuminated, and he pressed his five fingers against the fog wall.
"Tiger Roar"
After Liu Ming's body showed blackness, he suddenly shouted.
A yellow halo burst out from the copper ring on the wrist, a fuzzy tiger head appeared, and a white sound wave rushed away from the fog wall.
There was a "poof".
Except for the white sound wave, which caused the fog surface to sway slightly, it disappeared again without a trace.
When Liu Ming saw that his strongest attack method was also ineffective, his expression really became ugly.
Now like this, wouldn't he really be trapped here alive.
What's worse is that he doesn't have too many bigudan, and he should get a new share in half a month.
As for the problem of drinking water, it is quite easy to solve, just a condensing technique can gather a mass.
For the next three days, Liu Ming would naturally not be willing to wait for death like this. He almost inspected every inch of the entire space, and exhausted all the methods he knew, but he still had nothing to do with the surrounding fog. .
At this moment, he could only admit helplessly that he was helpless, his face gloomy, sitting cross-legged in the center of the space, waiting.
But staying alone in such a narrow space, even if you know that you are slowly waiting for death, is definitely a test of people's minds.
Liu Ming just sat like this for a long time, and he could only start to practice with a wry smile.
But a scene that surprised him appeared.
No matter how he urged him to vomit, how the heaven and earth elements outside gathered in his body, the mana in Linghai did not increase at all.
As for the bubble that originally appeared in Linghai, there was no trace of it.
Under Liu Ming's shock, he became even more depressed.
Since the mana cannot be increased, it is naturally meaningless to continue cultivating Minggujue.
In desperation, he could only start slowly practicing fireball, water archery and other spells.
Time passed by little by little, and in a blink of an eye it looked like seven or eight days passed.
There are no sunrises or sunsets here. The reason why he can accurately judge the time is thanks to a small copper hourglass that is rough-made with him.
This hourglass was specially made by him himself on the island that year, and the fine sand flowing inside was particularly slow, and it took a full day for the quicksand on the side of the hourglass to completely flow out.
Because I have some feelings for him, I stayed with me all the time. I didn't expect it to come in handy now.
But a few days later, Liu Ming discovered something with joy.
After such a long time, he has never felt hungry and thirsty.
Although this is a bit weird, it is a thankful thing for him.
As a result, he finally didn't have to worry that he would starve to death here in a short time.
Temporarily relieved of worries, Liu Ming, who was unable to leave here, just really focused on practicing those spells in the space.
During this period, every day he drew a mark with a sharp blade on the lid of a wooden box he was carrying, so that he could accurately remember the time he had spent.
And he didn't need to waste time to do other things, and he had one mind and two with the help of his talents. Within three or four months, he had cultivated all the other spells to the small stage.
In the next time, Liu Ming concentrated on cultivating the wind blade technique, the fastest attacking spell among all basic spells.
Otherwise, staying alone in such a boring environment, I'm afraid he is going to be a little crazy.
One month, two months, three months, six months passed in a hurry.
On this day, Liu Ming woke up from entering concentration, feeling that he had regained his exhausted energy from the previous few days, and he said curses together, pinched with both hands, and Qi Yangzhi at the same time.
After a few "swishes" and "swishes", the six green misty wind blades shot out one after another, and all disappeared in the fog ahead.
"Within ten breaths, six wind blades have been sent out. This should be regarded as the wind blade technique." Liu Ming muttered to himself as he witnessed this scene.
But the next moment, he moved his hands together, and there were bursts of curses coming out of his mouth.
When the two hands were divided again, a luminous wind blade that was three or four times larger than the previous one slowly emerged, but when it was halfway through, there was a sudden bang, and the huge wind blade turned into a little bit of aura. Lost.
Seeing this, Liu Ming frowned slightly.
This method of gathering the power of several wind blades at the same time was an idea that he naturally produced after he released the wind blade technique to a certain speed not long ago.
But if you really want to realize it, on the one hand, you need sufficient mana, on the other hand, you need to be more proficient in the release of the wind blade technique.
Liu Ming thought this way in his heart, while habitually pinching the tactics with both hands again, he would continue to practice the wind blade technique.
But at this moment, he suddenly buzzed in his ears, his head sank, his eyes closed involuntarily, and after he opened them again, he suddenly appeared in a sunny cabin.
He was sitting cross-legged on a futon, pinching his hands with both hands, completely motionless.
"This is… "
This time, Liu Ming was really stunned.
This room and the extremely familiar environment of Sizhou were the same training room that he disappeared half a year ago.
He actually returned to this place like this
Liu Ming only felt that there was a blank in his mind, and his eyes slowly swept around unconsciously, unable to think of anything for a while.