Demon’s Diary

At the same time, Liu Ming felt the strange suction coming from his hand disappear and immediately took his hands off the white bone scorpion's head.

But at this moment, the bubble in the Spirit Sea flashed slightly, but it broke apart as if it were a mirror.

Liu Ming only felt a "buzzing” in his ears, his head sinking, his eyes darkened, then appeared in a gray space.

“This is…”

After his eyes swept around him, his face appeared extremely complex and divine.

Naturally, this is the mysterious space where he was trapped for six months.

However, the space seems to be a little larger than it was, and the square circle is already more than 20 feet wide.

But when he looked around, he couldn't help but jump.

The white bone scorpion, bound by the spiritual cord, is beneath its feet and struggling desperately, as if it had recovered some strength.

“What's going on? I wasn't surprised to get into this space because of that bubble, but how could the skull scorpion be here with me... Is it because of the previous psychic technique?” That's all Liu Mingxin can think about after a quick spin.

However, no matter how weird the matter was, he naturally couldn't let the white scorpion escape from the black cord. When his figure moved, one hand pressed steadily against the white scorpion head, and the tiger bite ring on his wrist was buzzing, and a yellow tiger head emerged empty-handed, and a wave of sound erupted.

The white bone scorpion, though abnormally powerful, was suddenly cried out after being attacked at such close range, but was temporarily unable to break free from the bondage of black cord and silver on his forehead and could only shake his torso desperately.

In this situation, Liu Ming naturally won't be polite, constantly pushing the tiger bite ring under, a channel sound wave emitted.

After a cup of tea, the white bone scorpion is weakened again.

Liu Ming only slightly relaxed his mind. After a second thought, he simply sat on the knee of a nearby disc, reading words in his mouth to provoke psychic surgery.

Although he also did not know whether the white bone scorpion could still be subjugated in this mysterious space, since the original cultivation technique was effective, it was naturally worth a try.

Liu Ming's body rolled black gas again, dense and numb gray symbols emerged, once again not into the ghost's head.

Though the white bone scorpion became weak, the resistance of the gods was still generally resilient to the outside world, with no intention of surrendering.

Knowing that he will be trapped here for a long period of time, Liu Ming naturally will not worry about time problems, and is perfectly safe here, not to mention worrying about what will happen. The method of peace of mind is constant.

But with the passing of time, he grew more and more divine.

Half a day later, Liu Ming still emitted a light sigh to stop the spell in his mouth, and began the restoration of closed eye divinity.

A day later, when he opened his eyes again, the White Bone Scorpion also seemed to recover some strength and again moved a little silly.

Liu Ming shook the brass ring of his wrist with no politeness, pressed his hand against the white bone scorpion's head for another beating, and then performed psychic surgery.

That's it!

For the rest of the days, Liu Ming first devastated the white bone scorpion every day, then performed psychic surgery, then sat down to restore his powers, and the next day he repeated it like this.

Three days later, the power of resistance in this ghost god finally showed signs of weakening.

This made Liu Ming, who had no hope, feel a hundred times more confident.

After two more days of constant destruction, a willingness to surrender came from this white scorpion god.

Under the delight of Liu Ming, he immediately applied the White Bone Scorpion God with psychic technique at the quickest speed. He left a symbol of his own god in it before making sure that he could really communicate with the ghost spirit before putting the surgery away.

Then he punched a finger on the white bone scorpion, and the black cord came back loose, and the silver text on his head disappeared.

But the white bone scorpion has been tormented over these days, even though it has not been bundled, it also looks like it is dying.

Liu Ming smiled slightly, but didn't really care. After a few days, the ghost slowly recovered, and began to wonder how the next time would pass in this mysterious space.

In the previous few days, he had also privately taken the time to try to provoke a medullary death, which still prevented him from adding any magic.

In this way, he is completely dead of this aspect and can only practise the ideas of those spells and psychics.

As for the spiritual cord, while practicing allows you to grasp its subtleties, thus giving more command to the mind, each spiritual cord is surprisingly different due to the quality of the shadow.

Liu Ming naturally does not waste time on this.

As for the psychic technique, if practiced to a high depth, it can significantly increase the effect of deterrence and communication. After practicing to a large level, even ghosts should have a slight possibility of surrendering the grade ghost.

But now Liu Ming, after some measurements, is also not planning to practice psychics, or decided to spend time on those simple spells.

With his current cultivation, he can naturally learn higher-order spells such as ice cone surgery. The reason why he did not do this is because he has previously practiced several spells such as wind blade surgery to very high level, and is reluctant to abandon it halfway.

Second, although the slightly higher order spells are surprisingly powerful, most are applied for a long time, and it is very difficult to upgrade them. For him today, there should not be too many opportunities to use them, so it would be more practical than those simple spells.

Of course, if he had enough time, he would also choose one or two higher-order spells to cultivate to the next level. After all, on some occasions, high-order spells can be far more powerful than imagined.

After Liu Mingxin determined, he immediately began to practice the wind blade day after day for the remainder of the time.

This technique has been cultivated by him to the next level, but there seems to be room for improvement, which makes his mind more and more curious, I don't know what kind of power wind blade technology will achieve.

Soon afterwards, the White Bone Scorpion regained its mobility and, over time, with the exception of the big hole in its body, all the injuries gradually disappeared.

And when Liu Ming practiced wind blade surgery, this ghost lay quietly on his side and looked very good.

Liu Ming also communicates with white bone scorpion consciousness after rest, and from time to time trains this ghost and his various cooperations, the effect is also remarkable, allowing him to gradually become spiritual.

More than half a year passed by in an instant under the gift of devotion.

For such a long time, he had not been able to escape from the space.

This made him conceal some thoughts, but he wasn't too panicked.

The wind blade technique has been cultivated to the point where it can release more than ten channels in a single breath, but Liu Ming still feels something is missing and still practises the wind blade every day.

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

Just as he single-handedly wanted to recite the dictum, suddenly his brain suddenly shook suddenly, a strange pale blue symbol accumulated in the gods, then the sound of the breaking sky suddenly sounded, two wind blades simultaneously flashing in his hands.

Instead of condensing the two wind blades in advance and releasing them simultaneously, this is the real instant release of the goods, and the spell clearly hasn't been read outside the exit.

“This is…”

Liu Ming first was a bang, then his face revealed ecstasy, his lips moved slightly again, one hand, then the blue symbol in his brain flashed again, two wind blades from his hand simultaneously.

“I did fix the next layer, and the effect is that I can do this instantaneously! ”

Liu Ming laughed loudly, his hands Qi Yang, a wind blade turned into a branch line straight out, all hit the fog wall opposite, and made a "bang” and "bang” muffled noise.

The next moment, his lips were still slightly moving, but the wind blade surgery stopped and his palms suddenly joined together, slowing down a point further outward.

“Boo-hoo."

A giant, half-length wind blade gathered together.

Liu Ming's wrist shook, the giant wind blade turned into a blue light laser. The speed was almost twice as fast as the normal wind blade. Almost as soon as it was released, it cut over the fog wall opposite it, and after a loud noise, the nearby gray fog spread slightly.

“It is true that the previous failure of this move was due to the fact that the wind blade technique was not practiced at home. But what is this blue symbol? Go back and check it out.” Willow noodles mumble a few happy murmurs.

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

In this situation, Liu Ming immediately and decisively modified the firebomb technique.

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

Not only was he releasing fireballs a little faster than he had been, he was releasing fireballs almost twice the size of a beginner.

Of these, there is a pure amplification of his powers, but most of them are still the horrific powers that the fireball technique showed only after it was completed.

Just as Liu Mingxing was delighted, intending to continue practicing the spell, but on this day, his ears suddenly “buzzed”, when the white light in front of him, man returned to the black desert.

At that time, he was sitting in a circle, and the faint black air in the nearby void had not dissipated, even pressing his hands against the white scorpion head beside him.

The ghost is still tied tightly to the spiritual cord.

He did return to the ghost land, but this time it was clearly more than doubled.

However, Liu Ming ignored the matter, but read words in his mouth like a great enemy, hurried to communicate with the white bone scorpion.

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