At the same time, Liu Ming also felt that the strange suction from his hands disappeared, and immediately he was pleased to take his hands away from the bones of the scorpion head.
But at this moment, after a slight flash of the air bubble in Linghai, it shattered and opened on its own like a mirror.
Liu Ming only felt a "buzz" in his ears, his head sank, his eyes went dark, and he suddenly appeared in a gray space.
"This is… "
After swiping his gaze around, a complicated look appeared on his face.
This place was naturally the mysterious space that had trapped him for half a year.
However, the scope of this space seems to be larger than before, and the radius is already more than twenty feet wide.
But when he looked to his side, he was shocked.
The white bone scorpion bound by the soul refining cable was suddenly under its feet, and was still struggling desperately, as if it had regained some strength.
"What's going on? It's not surprising that I entered this space because of the bubble, but how can the skull scorpion appear here together... Is it because of the previous psychic skills?" Liu Ming thought quickly. After a turn, I can only think like this.
But no matter how weird it was, he naturally couldn't let the white bone scorpion break free from the black cord. As soon as he moved his body, one palm firmly pressed against the white bone scorpion head, with the tiger biting on his wrist. The ring hummed even more, a yellow tiger head emerged out of thin air, and a sound wave spurted out.
Even though this white bone scorpion was extremely powerful, after being attacked at such close range, it suddenly uttered a wailing sound, but couldn't break free from the shackles of the black cord and the silver writing on the forehead for a while, and could only shake its body desperately.
In this situation, Liu Ming would naturally not be polite. He kept urging the tiger to bite the ring, and sound waves were emitted continuously.
After a cup of tea, the bone scorpion became very weak again.
Only then did Liu Ming feel a little loose in his heart, and after a few more thoughts, he simply slid in his heart, sitting cross-legged nearby, and chanting psychic skills in his mouth.
Although he didn't know whether the Bone Scorpion could still be surrendered in this mysterious space, since the spell he had cultivated back then was effective, it was naturally worth a try.
Liu Ming's body was black again, and dense gray runes poured out, and once again sank into the ghosts' heads.
Although the white bone scorpion became weak, the spirit resistance was still as tough as the outside world, and there was no meaning to surrender.
Liu Ming knew that he was going to be trapped here for a long time, so naturally he wouldn't worry about the time issue, besides, it was extremely safe here, let alone worrying about what would happen intentionally, he kept casting spells with peace of mind.
However, as time passed, his expression gradually became serious.
After half a day, Liu Ming still uttered a light sigh and stopped the spell in his mouth, and began to close his eyes and regain his power.
One day later, when he opened his eyes again, Bone Scorpion seemed to have recovered some strength, and was a little bit ready to move again.
Liu Ming unceremoniously shook the copper ring of his wrist, pressed his hand on the head of the white bone scorpion, and then performed another psychic technique.
that's all!
For the remaining few days, Liu Ming first devastated the bone scorpion every day, then cast psychic skills, then meditated to restore his mana, and repeated it the next day.
Three days later, the resistance of this ghost and divine consciousness finally showed signs of weakening.
This made Liu Ming, who thought he was hopeless, increased his confidence at once.
After two more days of continuous devastation, a willingness to surrender came from the spirit of this white scorpion.
After Liu Ming was overjoyed, he immediately used psychic technique to cast the spell on the bones and scorpion spirits at the fastest speed, leaving a mark of his own spirit in it, and only after he confirmed that he could truly communicate with the ghost spirit. The secret technique was put away.
Then he hit the white bone scorpion with a finger, and the black cord released and shot back, and at the same time the silver inscription on his head disappeared out of thin air in a flash.
But after these days of constant tossing, the bone scorpion looked dying even without the binding.
Liu Ming smiled slightly, but didn't care much about it. Knowing that within a few days, the ghost would slowly recover on its own, and began to think about how the following time would spend in this mysterious space.
A few days ago, he also took time privately to try to activate the Dark Bone Jue, but in the end he still couldn't increase any mana.
As a result, he was completely dead in this regard, and he could only pursue the idea of cultivating those kinds of spells and spiritism.
As for the secret technique of soul refining, although the subtleties can be mastered through practice, so that it can be more controlled by the heart, but because of the quality of the ghost, each soul refining cable has amazing differences.
Liu Ming would naturally not waste time on this.
As for that spiritism, if it is cultivated to a high level, it can obviously increase the effect of deterrence and communication. After practicing to the Dacheng level, there should be a slight possibility of surrendering even ghost-level ghosts.
But now Liu Ming, after a lot of evaluation, also didn't plan to practice spiritism, but decided to spend his time on those simple spells.
With his current cultivation base, he can naturally learn higher-level spells such as Cone of Ice. The reason for not doing so is because he has already practiced several spells such as Wind Blade before to a very high level, and he is unwilling to give up halfway.
Second, although those slightly higher-level spells are surprisingly powerful, most of them take a long time to cast and are very difficult to upgrade. For him now, there should not be too many opportunities to use them, and they are not as practical as those simple spells.
Of course, if he has enough time, he will also choose one or two high-level spells to cultivate to the highest level or even higher level. After all, on some occasions, high-level spells can still perform far beyond people's imagination.
After Liu Ming made a plan in his mind, he immediately began to practice the wind blade technique day after day in the remaining time.
This technique has already been cultivated to a great level by him, but it seems that there is still room for improvement, which makes his heart more curious, I don't know if it is to raise another level, what kind of power the wind blade technique will achieve.
Soon after, the White Bone Scorpion regained its ability to move, and in the following time, except for the big hole in the body, the other injuries gradually disappeared.
When Liu Ming was practicing the wind blade technique, the ghost quietly lay and watched, with a very well-behaved appearance.
When Liu Ming is resting, he will also use psychic techniques to communicate with the Bone Scorpion consciousness, and will also train the ghost to cooperate with him from time to time. The effect is also very significant, making it gradually spiritual.
With one mind and two uses of talent, more than half a year passed in a blink of an eye.
For such a long time, he has not been able to get out of this space.
This made him faintly thought, but he didn't panic too much.
The wind blade technique has been practiced to the point where he can release more than ten times in one breath within a few breaths, but Liu Ming still feels that something is still missing, and he continues to practice wind blade technique every day.
On this day, Liu Ming was standing at the end of the space, and released the wind blade technique against the gray fog wall twenty feet away.
Just when he raised his hand with one hand, he wanted to speak with his mouth, and suddenly his mind was shocked, and a strange and unusual light cyan symbol was suddenly condensed in his divine consciousness, and then there was a sudden sound of breaking through the air, two winds The blade shot out in his hand at the same time.
This is not about condensing two wind blades in advance and then releasing them at the same time, but releasing them in a real instant, and the spell hasn't been pronounced yet.
"This is… "
Liu Ming was startled at first, then his face showed ecstasy, his lips moved slightly, and after raising one hand, the cyan symbol in his head flashed again, and two wind blades shot out from his hands at the same time.
"Sure enough, it has become the next level, and the effect is that it can be instantaneously cast!"
Liu Ming burst into laughter and lowered his hands with Yang Qi. The wind blades turned into branch lines and shot straight out, all hitting the opposite fog wall with muffled noises.
The next moment, his lips were still moving slightly, but when the wind blade technique stopped, the two palms suddenly joined together, and then slowly moved out.
"Bang La" sounded.
A giant wind blade with a length of half a foot was condensed unexpectedly.
Liu Ming's wrist flicked, and the giant wind blade turned into a blue light lasing out. The speed was almost twice as fast as that of the ordinary wind blade. Almost as soon as it was released here, it hit the opposite side of the fog wall. And after a loud noise, the nearby gray mist was slightly dispersed.
"Sure enough, the reason why this move was unsuccessful before was because the wind blade technique hadn't been cultivated home. But what is this cyan symbol? I have to find out after I go back." Liu Ming muttered with joy on his face. A few times.
In the next few days, he continued to practice the wind blade technique but did not improve at all.
Seeing this situation, Liu Ming immediately and decisively modified his fireball technique.
When four or five months passed, Liu Ming finally cultivated the fire bomb technique to a great level.
At this time, his firing speed was not only faster than before, but the size of the fireball he released was almost twice that of a beginner.
Of course, there is a pure increase effect of his mana, but most of it is the terrifying power that is only displayed after the fireball technique has entered the master.
Just as Liu Ming was delighted in his heart and planned to continue practicing this spell, but that day he suddenly buzzed in his ears, and as soon as the white light in front of him brightened, he returned to the black desert.
At this time, he was still sitting in the circle, and there was still a faint cold and black air in the nearby void that had not dissipated, and even his hands were still pressed on the head of the white bone scorpion beside him.
The ghost is still tightly tied to the soul refining cable.
Sure enough, he returned to the ghost land, but this time the time was obviously more than doubled.
However, Liu Ming didn't care about it. Instead, he murmured words in his mouth as if he was facing an enemy, and hurriedly communicated with the bone scorpion with his spiritual thoughts.