Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Qin Ming took a deep breath and sank his mental power into the orb.

In an instant, he felt a terrifying suction force coming from inside the bead, pulling his spiritual power into it forcefully.

A warrior's essence is his spirit.

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

Feeling this suction, Qin Ming tried his best to resist.

He didn't know if his spiritual power could come out again after being sucked into it. .??.

Mental energy cannot be released, or the person is seriously injured and becomes delirious, requiring a long time to recover.

At worst, it can turn into a zombie-like dementia.

"I'm taking too many risks. This is what the Poison Demon wants, and it was obtained from the Yin Sect thousands of years ago. It's full of weirdness."

"Why should I use my mental power to explore without even thinking about it?"

Qin Ming remembered at this time that according to legend, in other worlds, there are source skills that warriors can directly attack other people's spiritual power.

Thinking of this, he became even more worried, and he pulled desperately, but to no avail.

In Qin Ming's regret, he entered a colorful space.

"what colour is this?"

Looking around, Qin Ming couldn't tell the color of the surrounding light.

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

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, all colors are irrelevant to it.

It seems so noble, yet so low to the dust.

It seems that all changes in the world have nothing to do with it.

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

He had no face, could not tell the difference between male and female, and just stood there quietly.

"Are you going to practice martial arts or original skills?" Qin Ming's heart moved and he watched with all his attention.

He's been through this before

, was sucked into a space, and then passed on the skills.

If the martial artist has a strong understanding, the technique can be learned.

If a warrior has poor comprehension, he or she may miss the opportunity in vain.

Just like the Houtu Jue that Mi Fufeng gave him last time, he didn't understand it at the time and missed the opportunity in vain.

But this time to get this treasure, he worked hard and went through a lot of hard work to get it.

Of course he must be very energetic and concentrate on understanding.

Qin Ming was ready to study instantly.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no movement from the figure, still standing so quietly, as if he planned to keep fighting like this from beginning to end.

"What's going on?" Qin Ming scratched his hair and was at a loss.

The treasure that the poison demons want to get cannot be just a figure standing like this, right?

"That's wrong!" Qin Ming stared at the figure and suddenly felt that this figure was unusual.

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

Suddenly, he felt a tremor all over his body.

It was like a thunderbolt struck his head, and a mysterious and mysterious feeling was imprinted in his heart.

He didn't know why, but he understood a technique.

This technique seemed to be normal to him, and it suddenly appeared in his mind.

The name of the technique is Guiyi. There is no written description, and there is no knowledge of martial arts training, but Qin Ming just knows that he can do it.

This was a wonderful feeling that he had never experienced before.

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

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

The ordinary orb in his hand was still held in his palm.

It had lost all weight and turned into powder at the slightest touch. Qin Ming took a deep breath and sank his mental power into the orb.

In an instant, he felt a terrifying suction force coming from inside the bead, pulling his spiritual power into it forcefully.

A warrior's essence is his spirit.

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

Feeling this suction, Qin Ming tried his best to resist.

He didn't know if his spiritual power could come out again after being sucked into it.

Mental energy cannot be released, or the person is seriously injured and becomes delirious, requiring a long time to recover. ??

At worst, it can turn into a zombie-like dementia.

"I'm taking too many risks. This is what the Poison Demon wants, and it was obtained from the Yin Sect thousands of years ago. It's full of weirdness."

"Why should I use my mental power to explore without even thinking about it?"

Qin Ming remembered at this time that according to legend, in other worlds, there are source skills that warriors can directly attack other people's spiritual power.

Thinking of this, he became even more worried, and he pulled desperately, but to no avail.

In Qin Ming's regret, he entered a colorful space.

"what colour is this?"

Looking around, Qin Ming couldn't tell the color of the surrounding light.

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

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, all colors are irrelevant to it.

It seems so noble, yet so low to the dust.

It seems that all changes in the world have nothing to do with it.

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

He had no face, could not tell the difference between male and female, and just stood there quietly.

"Are you going to practice martial arts or original skills?" Qin Ming's heart moved and he watched with all his attention.

He's been through this before

, was sucked into a space, and then passed on the skills.

If the martial artist has a strong understanding, the technique can be learned.

If a warrior has poor comprehension, he or she may miss the opportunity in vain.

Just like the Houtu Jue that Mi Fufeng gave him last time, he didn't understand it at the time and missed the opportunity in vain.

But this time to get this treasure, he worked hard and went through a lot of hard work to get it.

Of course he must be very energetic and concentrate on understanding.

Qin Ming was ready to study instantly.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no movement from the figure, still standing so quietly, as if he planned to keep fighting like this from beginning to end.

"What's going on?" Qin Ming scratched his hair and was at a loss.

The treasure that the poison demons want to get cannot be just a figure standing like this, right?

"That's wrong!" Qin Ming stared at the figure and suddenly felt that this figure was unusual.

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

Suddenly, he felt a tremor all over his body.

It was like a thunderbolt struck his head, and a mysterious and mysterious feeling was imprinted in his heart.

He didn't know why, but he understood a technique.

This technique seemed to be normal to him, and it suddenly appeared in his mind.

The name of the technique is Guiyi. There is no written description, and there is no knowledge of martial arts training, but Qin Ming just knows that he can do it.

This was a wonderful feeling that he had never experienced before.

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

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

The ordinary orb in his hand was still held in his palm.

It had lost all weight and turned into powder at the slightest touch.