Qin Ming took a deep breath, sinking his spiritual power into the orb.

In an instant he felt a terrifying suction from the beads, pulling his mental power into it.

A warrior, spirit and spirit is his foundation.

If there is no mental power, the warrior will become dementia.

Feeling this suction force, Qin Ming resisted vigorously.

He didn't know whether the mental power could come out again after being sucked into it.

The mental strength is not able to come out, the milder is seriously injured and unconscious, it takes a long time to recover.

It turns into a dementia of walking dead.

"I'm too risky. This is what the Poison Demon wanted, and it was obtained from the Yin Sect ten thousand years ago. There is weird all over my body."

"How can I explore mentally without thinking about it?"

Qin Ming remembered at this moment, it is said that in other worlds, there are martial artists who can directly attack other people's spiritual power.

Thinking of this, he was even more worried, pulling desperately, but it didn't help at all.

In Qin Ming's regret, he entered a space of gorgeous colors.

"what colour is this?"

Looking at the surroundings, Qin Ming could not tell the color of the surrounding light.

It is not that his eyes have lost the ability to distinguish colors, but that he has never seen the colors here.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple, all colors are untouched.

It seems so noble, yet low into the dust.

It seems that everything in the world has nothing to do with it.

At this moment, an illusory figure appeared in front of him.

He has no face and can't distinguish between men and women, so he stands quietly.

"Is it going to practice exercises or source skills?" Qin Ming's heart moved and he focused on watching.

He had experienced this kind of thing before, was sucked into a space, and then passed on the exercises.

If the martial artist has strong comprehension, the exercises can be learned.

If the martial artist's comprehension is poor, it is very likely that the opportunity will be missed in vain.

Just like the thick soil decision that Mi Qufeng gave him last time, he didn't realize it at the time and missed the opportunity for nothing.

But this time he got this treasure, but he desperately tried to get it.

Of course he has to play up the spirit and focus on comprehension.

Qin Ming was ready to study in an instant.

But after waiting for a long time, the figure did not move, and stood still so quietly, it seemed that from beginning to end, he planned to continue fighting like this.

"What's the situation?" Qin Ming was at a loss as he scratched his hair.

The treasure that the poison devils want to get, can't be a figure standing like this, right?

"No!" Qin Ming stared at the figure, and suddenly felt that the figure was extraordinary.

Qin Ming was immersed in his mind, carefully sensing the aura of the figure.

Suddenly, he felt a tremor all over.

It was as if a sky thunder struck him above his head, and a mysterious and mysterious feeling was imprinted in his heart.

He didn't know why, he realized a kind of exercise.

It seemed that he would be mediocre in the first place, but it suddenly appeared in his heart.

The name of the exercise is Guiyi, and there is no description in words, nor any knowledge of martial arts, but Qin Ming knows it, he will.

This is a very strange feeling, he has never experienced it.

At this time, the figure had disappeared, and he also returned to the room.

Opening his eyes, a mysterious light bloomed from Qin Ming's eyes.

The plain orb in his hand was still pinched in his palm.

It has lost all its weight, and it turns into powder with a light touch.