2173: C2173 Unknown Color

C2173 Unknown Color

Qin Ming took a deep breath and sank his spiritual energy into the orb.

In an instant, he felt a terrifying suction force coming from the orb, pulling his spiritual energy into it.

A Martial Cultivator, essence, energy, and spirit were his foundation.

If he did not have mental energy, the Martial Cultivator would become a retard.

Sensing this suction force, Qin Ming resisted with all his might.

He didn't know if his mental energy would come out again after being sucked into it.

Mental energy could not come out. The lightweight person would be seriously injured and lose consciousness. It would take a long time to recover.

In the worst case, they would become a zombie in a daze.

"I took too much risk. This is what Poison Demon wanted, and it was obtained from the Seal Sect ten thousand years ago. Its entire body is filled with strangeness."

"I didn't even think about it before using my mental energy to explore?"

Qin Ming suddenly remembered that according to the legends, in other worlds, there was a Martial Cultivator that could directly attack other people's spiritual energy.

When he thought of this, he became even more worried. He tried to pull with all his might, but it was to no avail.

While Qin Ming was regretting his decision, he entered a colorful space.

"What color is this?"

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

It was not that his eyes had lost the ability to distinguish colors, but that he had never seen the color here before.

Red, orange, yellow, blue and purple. It didn't touch any of the colors.

It seemed so noble, yet it was so low that it fell into the dust.

It was as if all the changes in the world had nothing to do with it.

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

He did not have a face, so he could not tell if it was a man or a woman. He just stood there quietly.

"Could it be that he wants to practice a cultivation technique or an Origin Skill?" Qin Ming's heart moved and he focused his attention.

He had also experienced this kind of thing before. He was sucked into a space, and then he inherited a cultivation technique.

If the Martial Cultivator had a strong comprehension ability, then the cultivation technique could be learned.

If the Martial Cultivator's comprehension ability was poor, then it was very likely that he would miss out on this opportunity for nothing.

Just like the Thick Earth Method that Mi Fufeng gave him last time, he did not comprehend it at that time, and missed out on an opportunity for nothing.

And this time, he had risked his life to obtain this treasure, and it had taken him a great deal of effort and effort to obtain it.

Of course, he had to pay 120% of his attention and concentrate on comprehending it.

Qin Ming instantly prepared himself for learning.

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

"What's going on?" Qin Ming scratched his head and did not know what to do.1

The poison devils were determined to obtain the treasure. It couldn't be that a human figure was just standing there, could it?

"No, that's not right!" Qin Ming stared at the human figure and suddenly felt that this person was extraordinary.

Qin Ming immersed himself in his thoughts and carefully sensed the aura of the figure.

Suddenly, he felt his whole body tremble.

It was as if a bolt of heavenly lightning had struck his head. A mysterious feeling was imprinted in his heart.

He didn't know why, but he had comprehended a type of cultivation technique.

This cultivation technique seemed to have always been something he knew, and it suddenly appeared in his heart.

The name of the skill was Gui Yi. There were no words to describe it, nor was there any knowledge of martial arts. However, Qin Ming knew that he knew it.

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

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

When he opened his eyes, a mysterious light shone from Qin Ming's eyes.

The ordinary-looking pearl in his hand was still in his palm.

It had already lost all its weight. With a light touch, it turned into powder.

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