Chapter 62 Mysterious Symbols

At the same time, Liu Ming also felt that the strange suction from his hands disappeared at once, and immediately took his hands away from the head of the white bone scorpion.

But at this moment, the bubble in the spirit sea flickered slightly, but it shattered and opened on its own like a mirror.

Liu Ming only felt a "buzz" in his ears, his head sank, his eyes darkened, and he suddenly appeared in a gray space.

"This is……"

After his eyes swept around, an extremely complicated look appeared on his face.

This place is naturally the mysterious space that once 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 beside him, he couldn't help but startled.

The white-bone scorpion, bound by the soul-refining rope, was standing at its feet, and was still struggling desperately, as if it had regained some strength.

"What's going on? It's not too surprising for me to enter this space because of the bubble, but how can this skull scorpion appear here together... Is it because of the previous psychic technique?" Liu Mingxin After a quick turn around, I can only think like this.

But no matter how strange the matter was, he naturally couldn't let the white-bone scorpion break free from the black cord. Immediately, as soon as his body moved, a palm was firmly pressed on the head of the white-bone scorpion, and the tiger bite on his wrist The ring is even more buzzing, a yellow tiger head emerges out of thin air, and a sound wave spurts out.

Even though this white bone scorpion was extremely powerful, after being attacked at such a close range, it suddenly let out a whining sound, but it was unable to break free from the shackles of the black cord and the silver text on its forehead, and could only shake its body desperately.

Under such circumstances, Liu Ming naturally wouldn't be polite, and kept urging the tiger to bite the ring, and sound waves came out continuously.

After a cup of tea, the White Bone Scorpion became extremely weak again.

Only then did Liu Ming relax a little, and after thinking for a while, he simply sighed in his heart, sat down with his knees crossed nearby, and chanted a few words in his mouth to activate the psychic technique.

Although he didn't know whether the White Bone Scorpion could still be subdued in this mysterious space, since the spells he cultivated at the beginning were effective, it was naturally worth a try.

Liu Ming's body rolled with black energy again, and the dense gray runes poured out and submerged into the ghost's head again.

Although the white bone scorpion has become weak, the resistance of the consciousness is still as tough as the outside world, and it has no intention of surrendering.

Liu Ming knew that he was going to be trapped here for a long time, and naturally he would not worry about the time issue. Besides, it was extremely safe here, and he didn't have to worry about what would happen. He kept casting spells with extreme peace of mind.

But as time passed, the expression on his face gradually became solemn.

After half a day, Liu Ming still let out a sigh and stopped the spell in his mouth, and began to close his eyes and recover his mana.

A day later, when he opened his eyes again, the White Bone Scorpion seemed to have regained some strength and started to move again.

Liu Ming unceremoniously shook the copper ring on his wrist, and pressed his hand on the head of the white bone scorpion for another thumping blow, and then performed a psychic technique again.

that's it!

In the remaining days, Liu Ming first destroyed the White Bone Scorpion every day, then performed psychics, and then meditated to restore his mana.

Repeat it the next day.

Three days later, the power of resistance in this ghostly consciousness finally showed signs of weakening.

This made Liu Ming, who had thought that there was no hope, suddenly increased his confidence.

After two more days of constant torment, the white-bone scorpion's consciousness came out with the idea of ​​being willing to surrender.

Overjoyed, Liu Ming immediately used psychics to cast a spell on the white bone scorpion's consciousness at the fastest speed, and only after leaving a mark of his spiritual sense in it, and after confirming that he could really communicate with this ghost, did he cast the spell. The secret technique is gathered up.

Then he pointed a finger at the body of the white bone scorpion, and the black cable released and shot back, and at the same time, the silver inscription on its head disappeared out of thin air.

But after these days of constant tossing and turning, the White Bone Scorpion looked like it was dying even if it was no longer bound.

Liu Ming smiled slightly, but he didn't care much about it. He knew that after a few days, the ghost would slowly recover on its own, and he began to think about how to spend the next time in this mysterious space.

A few days ago, he also took the time to try to activate the Dark Bone Jutsu in private, but he still couldn't add any mana.

In this way, he has completely given up on this aspect, and he can only go to the idea of ​​practicing those kinds of spells and psychics.

As for the secret technique of Soul Refinement, although through practice one can master its subtleties and thus be more attentive to the command, but because of the quality of the ghosts, each Soul Refinement cord is surprisingly different.

Liu Ming naturally won't waste time on this.

As for that psychic skill, if it is cultivated to a high level, it can significantly increase the effect of deterrence and communication. After practicing it to the Dacheng level, there should be a possibility of even a ghost general-level ghost being surrendered.

But now Liu Ming, after some evaluation, also did not plan to practice spiritualism, and decided to spend his time on those simple spells.

With his current cultivation base, he can naturally learn higher-level spells such as ice cone art. The reason why he didn't do this is because he had already cultivated several spells such as wind blade art to a very high level before, and he was unwilling to give up halfway.

The second is that those slightly higher-level spells are surprisingly powerful, but most of them take a long time to cast, and they are very difficult to improve. There should not be too many opportunities for him to use them now, and they are not as practical as those simple spells.

Of course, if there is enough time, he will also choose one or two high-level spells to cultivate to the Dacheng or even higher level. After all, in some occasions, high-level spells can still exert far more power than people imagined.

After Liu Ming made up his mind, he immediately began to practice the wind blade technique day after day in the remaining time.

This technique has been cultivated to the master level by him, but it seems that there is still room for improvement, which makes him more and more curious.

Not long after, the white bone scorpion regained its mobility, and in the following time, except for the big hole in the body, other injuries gradually disappeared.

When Liu Ming practiced the wind blade technique, this ghost was quietly lying on the side and watching, with a very well-behaved appearance.

While Liu Ming is resting, he will also use psychics to communicate with the white bone scorpion consciousness, and will also train the ghost to cooperate with himself from time to time. The effect is also very significant, making it gradually become more spiritual.

Under the talent of one mind and two uses, more than half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

For such a long time, he has not been able to escape from this space.

This made him faintly have some thoughts, but he was not too panicked.

The wind blade technique has been practiced to the point where he can release more than ten paths in one breath, but Liu Ming still feels that something is missing, and he still practices the wind blade technique every day.

On this day, Liu Ming was standing at the end of the space, releasing the wind blade technique against the gray fog wall twenty feet away.

Just when he raised one hand and wanted to speak the magic, he suddenly felt a shock in his mind, a strange and unusual light blue symbol suddenly condensed in his consciousness, and then there was a sudden sound of breaking through the air, and two winds rang out. The blade flashed out of his hand at the same time.

This is not to condense the two wind blades in advance, and then release them at the same time, but to release the real price in an instant, and the incantation has not yet been recited.

"This is……"

Liu Ming was stunned for a moment, then his face showed ecstasy, his lips moved slightly again, and after raising one hand, the cyan symbol flashed again in his mind, and two wind blades shot out from his hands at the same time.

"Sure enough, the next level is repaired, and the effect is that it can be instantly cast!"

Liu Ming burst out laughing, his hands slid down, and the wind blades turned into branch lines and shot straight out, all hitting the opposite fog wall, making a muffled sound of "bang" and "bang".

In the next moment, his lips were still moving slightly, but as soon as the wind blade technique stopped, the two palms suddenly closed, and then slowly moved out.

"Crap" sounded.

A giant wind blade with a length of half a zhang suddenly condensed out.

With a flick of Liu Ming's wrist, the giant wind blade turned into a azure light lasing out. The speed was almost twice as fast as the ordinary wind blade. Almost as soon as this side was released, the other side slashed into the fog wall on the opposite side. , and after a loud noise, the nearby gray fog dissipated slightly.

"Sure enough, the reason why this move didn't work before is because the wind blade technique has not been practiced at home. But what is this cyan symbol, I'll have to find out when I go back." Liu Ming murmured with joy on his face. a few times.

In the next few days, he continued to practice the wind blade technique without any improvement.

Seeing this situation, Liu Ming decided to modify the fire bomb technique immediately.

When four or five months passed, Liu Ming finally cultivated the fireball technique to the Dacheng level.

At this time, he released the fireball technique not only faster than before, but the size of the fireball released was almost double that of the beginner.

Of course, there is an increase in the pure mana of his, but most of it is the terrifying power displayed after the fireball technique has entered the final stage.

Just when Liu Ming was overjoyed and planned to continue cultivating this spell, he suddenly heard a "buzz" in his ears on this day, and after the white light in front of his eyes lit up, he returned to the black desert.

At this time, he was still sitting cross-legged in the circle, and there was a faint cold and black air in the nearby void that had not dissipated, and even his hands were still pressing on the head of the white bone scorpion beside him.

The soul-refining rope was still tightly tied to the ghost.

He really returned to the ghost land, but this time the time was obviously more than doubled.

However, Liu Ming didn't care about this. Instead, he muttered words like an enemy, and hurriedly used his spiritual sense to communicate with the White Bone Scorpion.

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