Chapter 68

At the same time, Liu Ming also felt that the strange suction force from his hands suddenly disappeared, and he immediately rejoiced, ready to take his hands off the skull of the white bone scorpion.

But at this moment, the bubble in his spirit sea flashed slightly and then shattered like a mirror.

Liu Ming felt a "buzz" in his ears, his head sank, and his vision turned black. He then found himself in a gray, misty space.

"What is this...?"

After scanning his surroundings, a complex expression appeared on his face.

This place was naturally the mysterious space where he had been trapped for half a year.

However, the range of this space seemed to have expanded somewhat, now spanning over twenty yards.

But when he looked around, he was startled.

The white bone scorpion, bound by the soul-binding chain, was right under his feet, struggling desperately as if it had regained some strength.

"What's going on? Entering this space due to the bubble isn't too surprising, but how did this bone scorpion end up here as well... Could it be because of the spirit-summoning technique I used earlier?" Liu Ming's thoughts raced, and he could only think of this explanation.

However, no matter how strange this situation was, he could not let the white bone scorpion break free from the black chain. He immediately moved, pressing his palm firmly on the scorpion's head. The tiger-bite ring on his wrist hummed, and a yellow tiger head appeared, emitting a wave of sound.

Despite the white bone scorpion's extraordinary power, it let out a mournful cry after being attacked at such close range. However, it could not break free from the black chain and the silver runes on its forehead, and could only struggle desperately.

In this situation, Liu Ming naturally did not hold back. He continuously activated the tiger-bite ring, sending out wave after wave of sound.

After a short while, the white bone scorpion became extremely weak again.

Liu Ming felt a slight relief and, after some thought, decided to sit cross-legged nearby and chant the spirit-summoning technique.

Although he did not know if the white bone scorpion could be subdued in this mysterious space, since the technique had worked before, it was worth a try.

Black mist rolled around Liu Ming again, and dense gray runes surged out, entering the ghost's head.

Although the white bone scorpion was weak, its mental resistance remained as strong as before, showing no signs of submission.

Liu Ming knew he would be trapped here for a long time and was not worried about time. Moreover, this place was extremely safe, and he did not have to worry about any unexpected events, so he continued to cast the spell with peace of mind.

However, as time passed, his expression gradually became more serious.

After half a day, Liu Ming sighed lightly and stopped chanting the spell, closing his eyes to recover his magic power.

A day later, when he opened his eyes again, the white bone scorpion seemed to have regained some strength and was showing signs of restlessness.

Liu Ming, without hesitation, shook his wrist, pressing his hand on the scorpion's head and delivering another round of attacks, followed by the spirit-summoning technique.

And so it went!

For the next few days, Liu Ming would first torment the white bone scorpion, then use the spirit-summoning technique, and finally meditate to recover his magic power, repeating this cycle the next day.

After three days, the ghost's mental resistance finally showed signs of weakening.

This gave Liu Ming, who had originally thought there was no hope, a great boost in confidence.

After two more days of continuous torment, the white bone scorpion's mind finally transmitted a willingness to submit.

Overjoyed, Liu Ming quickly used the spirit-summoning technique to cast a spell on the scorpion's mind, leaving a mental mark and confirming that he could communicate with the ghost before stopping the secret technique.

He then pointed a finger at the scorpion, and the black chain loosened and shot back. The silver rune on its head also disappeared.

However, after days of torment, even without the chain, the white bone scorpion was in a state of near death.

Liu Ming smiled slightly, not too concerned, knowing that the ghost would recover in a few days. He began to consider how to spend the remaining time in this mysterious space.

In the past few days, he had also tried to activate the Dark Bone Technique, but it still failed to increase his magic power.

Thus, he gave up on this aspect and decided to focus on practicing a few simple spells and the spirit-summoning technique.

As for the soul-binding chain, although he could master its finer points through practice, making it more controllable, the quality of the ghost soul varied greatly, and each chain had significant differences.

Liu Ming would not waste his time on this.

However, if the spirit-summoning technique was practiced to a high level, it could significantly increase its intimidation and communication effects. When mastered, it might even have a chance to subdue a ghost general.

After some consideration, Liu Ming decided not to practice the spirit-summoning technique for now and instead focus on the few simple spells.

With his current cultivation, he could learn higher-level spells like the Ice Spike Technique, but he did not do so for two reasons: first, he had already practiced the Wind Blade Technique and others to a high level and did not want to give up halfway; second, although higher-level spells were powerful, they generally took longer to cast and were difficult to improve, and he would not have many opportunities to use them. The simple spells were more practical.

Of course, if he had enough time, he would choose one or two high-level spells to practice to a high level. After all, in certain situations, high-level spells could unleash power far beyond imagination.

With this plan in mind, Liu Ming began to practice the Wind Blade Technique day after day.

He had already mastered this technique, but it seemed there was still room for improvement, which made him increasingly curious about what the next level would bring.

Soon, the white bone scorpion recovered its ability to move, and over time, all its injuries except for a large hole in its body gradually disappeared.

When Liu Ming practiced the Wind Blade Technique, the ghost would quietly lie nearby, watching obediently.

During his breaks, Liu Ming would use the spirit-summoning technique to communicate with the scorpion's mind and train it to work with him, which proved very effective, gradually making it more intelligent.

With his talent for multitasking, time passed quickly, and half a year went by.

Despite this long time, he still could not leave this space.

This made him somewhat uneasy, but he was not overly panicked.

The Wind Blade Technique had already reached a level where he could release over ten wind blades in a few breaths, but Liu Ming still felt something was missing and continued to practice daily.

One day, Liu Ming stood at one end of the space, casting the Wind Blade Technique at the gray mist wall twenty yards away.

As he raised his hand to chant the spell, his mind suddenly jolted, and a strange pale green symbol formed in his consciousness. Then, with a sudden whistling sound, two wind blades shot out from his hand simultaneously.

This was not a pre-formed pair of wind blades released together, but a genuine instant release, even before he had finished chanting the spell.

"What is this...?"

Liu Ming was first stunned, then overjoyed. He moved his lips slightly, raised his hand, and the green symbol appeared in his mind again. Two wind blades shot out from his hand simultaneously.

"Indeed, I have mastered the next level, and the effect is to be able to cast this spell instantly!"

Liu Ming laughed, raising both hands, and a series of wind blades shot out in a straight line, hitting the opposite mist wall with a dull thud.

In the next moment, he continued to move his lips, but stopped the Wind Blade Technique, and his palms suddenly came together and then slowly separated.

A hissing sound.

A giant wind blade, nearly half a yard long, formed.

Liu Ming flicked his wrist, and the giant wind blade shot out as a green light, moving almost twice as fast as a regular wind blade. It almost instantly struck the opposite mist wall, causing a loud explosion and dispersing the nearby gray mist.

"Indeed, the reason this move failed before was because the Wind Blade Technique was not fully mastered. However, I need to find out what this green symbol is when I return," Liu Ming said with a smile.

Over the next few days, he continued to practice the Wind Blade Technique but saw no further improvement.

Seeing this, Liu Ming decisively switched to practicing the Fireball Technique.

After four or five months, Liu Ming finally mastered the Fireball Technique.

He could now cast fireballs faster than before, and the size of the fireballs was almost twice that of a beginner.

This was partly due to the purity of his magic power, but mostly because of the terrifying power of the Fireball Technique at the mastery level.

Just as Liu Ming was delighted and planning to continue practicing this technique, he suddenly felt a "buzz" in his ears, and his vision turned bright white. He found himself back in the black desert.

He was still sitting in the circle, with a faint cold black mist lingering nearby, and his hands still pressing on the white bone scorpion's head.

The ghost was still tightly bound by the soul-binding chain.

He had indeed returned to the Netherworld, but this time, the duration was clearly more than twice as long.

However, Liu Ming did not have time to worry about this. He chanted a spell and urgently used his mental power to communicate with the white bone scorpion.

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