Leaning on the pillow, Yan Ming slowly closed his eyes, and some of the cultivation methods about spiritual power that Nazi had taught him on Red Lotus Island before came to mind.

As for the practice of mental power, Yan Ming had some guesses about this.

The golden space that he owned a few times before seemed to be somewhat related to the strength of his mental power at that time, thinking of the previous experience of entering the golden finger space, Yan Ming had some kind of guess in his heart.

Exhale deeply, calm your mind, empty your mind, and enter a meditative state.

Since this period of travel, Yan Ming's mentality has been in a relatively stable and relaxed state, but with this experience in Zhenxin Town, Yan Ming has a sense of urgency.

He has not forgotten the turbulence hidden under the current calm, only when he continues to grow stronger, can he better seek what he desires and protect what he has.

With a little pale golden aura flashing in his mind, at that moment, his spiritual power seemed to be pulled by an attraction, automatically integrated into his body, and disappeared without a trace.

He just felt that his spiritual power seemed to be more condensed and refined.

The mist-like energy body, which was originally as ethereal as a filament, began to gradually converge into lines, and continued to expand over time.

As if to reach some kind of delicate balance, Yan Ming suddenly found that a little golden light suddenly appeared in his originally hazy and dark mind, like a star flickering.

Feeling that familiar aura, Yan Ming tried to mobilize those little spiritual power lines to connect to that bit of light.

"Whoa."

At that moment, he only felt that his body suddenly trembled slightly, and the feeling that was familiar and unfamiliar to him made him feel like he was in a trance.

At this moment, he felt as if his body was light, as if he had passed through some kind of soft and cool film, and the next moment, his eyes suddenly opened, and what came into view was the space filled with golden particles.

In the space, the golden particles are still densely distributed, but they are constantly rotating around a round spar, slowly and slowly, and from time to time there is a crisp sound of "jingle bells", which makes people laugh.

At this time, Yu Ming also noticed that there seemed to be something sprouting in his body, which was a breath of life that he had never seen before.

Looking up, the number on the huge clock had suddenly reached nine seconds, and in a groove at fifteen seconds, it was also a little full, and the faint blue light was now the only different color in this space.

Looking at the blue beam of light, even if it was a little distance, Yan Ming could still perceive the breath of life contained in it, as well as an inexplicable anchor from space.

"Buzz!"

With a soft sound, a wave of ripples flashed from the clock, and the blue light instantly turned into a little light spot, spreading towards the surroundings, although it was soon engulfed by a large number of golden particles, but Yan Ming believed that the continuous production of some blue beams would definitely bring different changes to this space.

When he opened his eyes again, Yan Ming had already withdrawn from that space at this time, feeling the feedback from the clock particles this time, Yan Ming found that the original Liao Liao's several spiritual power threads had been constantly splitting and multiplying, and soon, the originally empty and dark spiritual world had a small piece of blue-white light tree-like extension

The most intuitive benefit of this change is that Yanming can now clearly feel that his brain is like a clear spring flowing through him, at this moment

Yan Ming has been able to divide his spiritual power.

Each thin thread of spiritual power has its own independent running route, and on each thread of spiritual power, there is a shallow trace, and those traces represent the improvement of one's spiritual power and various abilities during that period of time.

Yan Ming couldn't help but sigh that this clock was really extraordinary, and he could actually enhance his spiritual power like this, and unconsciously, his spiritual power was almost substantial.

Yan Ming thought, by that time, will he be able to use the skills of the super elves?

You know, the ability that superpowers use through mental power is essentially just a low-level version of the skill, but there is no fixed mode of use for the use of this ability, and there is no so-called move name, you can think of it as a very malleable plasticine.

It's just that this changeable adaptability brings that the strength is far from being able to compete with the superpowers of powerful elves, because the average human body has a limit, unless there is some kind of genetic mutation, or the transformation of foreign objects.

In fact, Yan Ming thought, by that time, human beings will really still be human beings, maybe it should be a life form higher than human beings.

As for his vision for his future now, this prediction is actually not a joke, the elven world is not without examples of humans turning into elves, but the principle is also difficult to explore.

However, the meal should be eaten one bite at a time, and things should be done step by step, so let's wait until my mental power is stronger before.

didn't think about it anymore, Yan Ming didn't delay, taking advantage of the good mental state now, he devoted himself to the exercise of his own strength.

Time passed so quickly, and Yan Ming's cultivation was also going on quietly.

In an underground base tens of thousands of miles away, the base at this time seemed a little noisy and noisy.

The lab was chaotic and full of instruments of all kinds, and a group of researchers in white overalls were trying to manipulate the instruments, constantly injecting some of the liquid from the test tubes.

At this time, in the laboratory, an old man with a slightly thin figure was standing next to a display screen, frowning slightly, looking at a green light dot on the screen, his face was cloudy.

The assistant beside him looked at his face cautiously, layers of cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and he looked like he wanted to say something.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

After being silent for a long time, the old man pushed his eyes and finally asked slowly.

Hearing this, the assistant beside him breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly walked to the side, and handed a document to the fat man.

"Doctor, there's a message from the leader, and the leader says maybe you'll be interested."

The old man didn't show much expression when he heard this, as if to him, the leader was not in his eyes.

He just took the document and scanned it, and when he scanned some of the contents, a hint of discoloration appeared in his originally indifferent eyes.

After looking at it for a while, the old man put the document aside, looked at the green light point that was flickering on the screen in front of him again, looked at the virtual projection data stream formed around the green light point, and muttered in a tone.

"The little one has grown to this point.... It looks like time is running out...."