Chapter 196: Death Zone

The terror of the Lost God was completely beyond expectation.

Even facing the blood girl, Jiang Ming had the confidence to struggle a little, at least not to be killed instantly, but what about the Lost God?

With one palm, they all exploded to death.

Even though the Sacred Heart consumes a lot of energy, and even though Chen Bei is at the end of his strength, the two of them are truly at the ninth level, and they are still at their peak.

But none of them could block the blow, and they were all beaten to death.

"Why did I, a dignified time-traveler, die?"

Jiang Ming's eyes were dark, and he was spinning his thoughts. The next moment, he froze.

How can one have thoughts after death?

It means he is not dead.

Then, light appeared in front of him and he opened his eyes.

The movement of opening his eyes was a little jerky.

Jiang Ming immediately noticed something was wrong. The body was not his, absolutely not.

too weak.

There are no traces of practice, just like in high school.

He didn't look at himself first, but looked around. This was an ocean, not knowing its width, not knowing its width, and calm.

There are lotus leaves floating on the sea, each one is very huge, covering thousands of square meters. There are people on many lotus leaves, either sitting cross-legged and practicing, practicing magical powers and secret techniques, and some are in a daze.

In the middle, there is a huge square with many people on it.

Above the head, there are illusory arenas. At this time, two of them are fighting, which is extremely fierce and cruel.

In just a moment, one of the people in the ring was beheaded by his opponent, but the winner was not very happy.

Suddenly, Jiang Ming's pupils shrank.

Because there is a faint virtual screen above everyone's head.

He looked at one of them.

Name: Jack

Race: White Eagle Tribe

Wins: 29

The next moment, streams of information flowed into my heart.

After digestion, Jiang Ming's expression was very strange.

Unhappy, angry, and a little happy.

"The Lost God does not kill people, but it is still different from killing people!"

Jiang Ming sighed lightly, but no matter what, his life was temporarily saved.

In the Lost Land, in order to maintain balance and prevent the long-term residents from getting bigger and causing terrible damage, there is a God of the Lost.

They don't kill. They seem to be killing others, but in fact they are transmitting all the suppression into this 'death realm'.

According to the information just given, there is absolutely no one who can break out of this desperate situation of death.

The chance is one in 10,000, which is very slim.

The desperate situation of death at your feet is the place where strong men belonging to the Eighth Realm are teleported, but the teleportation is very strange.

Just transfer the consciousness.

The brand new body, except for the most basic talents that come with the race, are all similar templates.

Humans are still humans, angels are still angels.

The bodies of angels are stronger than those of humans.

But human understanding is higher.

This is the simplest difference.

At this time, a virtual screen appeared in front of Jiang Ming.

"Please choose two from the following options as your basic strength, one: Eighth Realm Body Refining; Two: Eighth Realm Martial Arts; Three, Eighth Realm Soul Dao."

After a little hesitation, Jiang Ming chose the first two.

Refining the body is difficult, and the same goes for martial arts.

There is a shortcut to the soul path.

After making the choice, Jiang Ming clearly felt that his physical strength was rapidly increasing. His bones, muscles, organs, skin, etc. were all undergoing repeated training, reaching the peak of the eighth level of body training in a short period of time.

"Three thousand vajra powers!"

As soon as he clenched his fist, Jiang Ming had a clear understanding that this was the ultimate power of the eighth-turn human body.

The next moment, a burst of vitality was born out of thin air, opening up the Dantian space, reaching a radius of one foot, then opening the meridians, opening the acupoints, the quality and quantity continued to improve, and finally condensed a martial arts golden elixir in the Dantian.

Blank.

No real meaning goes into it.

Basic martial arts cultivation, eighth level peak.

Weird, magical.

Jiang Ming couldn't help but was speechless.

Stretch your arms and shake your legs without any discomfort, as if your body is like this.

The power within the body is also directed by the arms.

I looked at my feet, which were also in the shape of lotus leaves. They were about a thousand square meters. I stepped hard on them and they didn't move at all.

Sturdy beyond imagination.

Looking at the battle arenas in the sky, his heart sank.

Based on the information he just received, Jiang Ming knew that he would only have one month to practice the secret technique again and improve his combat power.

After one month, you must participate in an arena fight every three days.

The winner lives, the loser dies.

A draw will lead to death.

Without exception.

This is really dead!

Only those who win a hundred games can leave.

That means killing hundreds of people in the same situation.

Very cruel.

The only good news is that you can choose to avoid fighting if you encounter the same ethnic group, and both parties must agree.

It seems human, but it is full of more cruel tests.

Jiang Ming felt his own changes carefully again. Many of his talents disappeared without a trace, making him appear ordinary and ordinary.

What remains is a hundredfold understanding.

"With the injection of consciousness, self-understanding will not disappear. As for the rest..."

Jiang Ming sighed softly.

Even the soul master and the immortal heart light are gone.

This made him quite helpless.

But there was nothing we could do.

Jiang Ming turned around and saw a familiar figure. Although it was a brand new body, it had a familiar face.

Wang Qiutong, Liu Ruyan, Ye Bai.

As for Chen Bei and Sacred Heart, because they are in the ninth realm, they are not here.

After a slight hesitation, Jiang Ming moved his body and jumped onto the lotus leaf where Wang Qiutong was, but was blocked by an inexplicable force.

"Should need an invitation!"

When Wang Qiutong saw Jiang Ming, he couldn't help but feel happy. He also discovered the situation and surmised after a little thought.

"Allow Jiang Ming to enter!"

She spoke, and the barrier disappeared.

Jiang Ming just came in.

"I thought we were all dead!" Wang Qiutong looked at Jiang Ming in front of him, smiled bitterly, and was all happy, "I escaped from death, but entered the realm of death again. Are you happy or sad?"

"It's really hard to say!" Ye Bai also came here, "There is still a glimmer of hope after all." He paused, showing a distressed look, and then said: "With a brand new body, without the Holy Body, I will be just an ordinary person." Tong, how can we compete with other powerful people? It seems fair and just, but other races are inherently stronger than us!"

"I'm even more troublesome!" Liu Ruyan also came over and said with a wry smile, "I practice martial arts and also practice Shinto, focusing on the illusion. Although the realm is still there, it would be too difficult to start over again. Difficult."

"Now that we are facing the current situation, we must accept it with optimism. The next step is to find a way to survive and win a hundred games!" Jiang Ming said, "Have you all chosen the path you want to take?"

"I chose martial arts and physical education!" Wang Qiutong said calmly, "I am confident that I will be able to advance to the soul path in a short time and reach the peak of the eighth realm. In comparison, martial arts and physical education are difficult. ”

"Physical Dao and Martial Dao!" Ye Bai has also chosen. "Although I no longer have the Holy Body, I have gained more experience on the road to refining the body, and I have also mastered various secret techniques. The most important thing is that I have practiced the inch fist. , mastered the immeasurable true meaning!”

Both made good choices.

Then they all looked at Liu Ruyan. She hesitated and said: "I only chose martial arts, and am I still hesitating about whether to choose body refining? A body at the peak of the Eighth Realm should be better at self-protection."

Jiang Ming shook his head: "It seems to have many benefits, but in fact it is not cost-effective! If you choose the way of body training, you must give up the soul way and then rely on yourself to practice. But can you guarantee that you will succeed in a short time? Don't forget Besides, there are countless races on the battlefield, and the human body really has no advantage. If there are no corresponding means, the body is just useless. Corresponding protective measures are enough.”

"That's what I mean!" Wang Qiutong also said, "After all, I used to have an innate Taoist body. My thoughts and soul were nourished, and my corresponding understanding was stronger. Only then did I dare not choose the Soul Tao. Ruyan, you need to Think carefully."

"The time is too short, so that's all we can do!" Liu Ruyan nodded.

"Next, let's try our best to improve our strength. If there are any shortcomings in terms of artistic conception, come and find me!" After Jiang Ming said that, he returned to the lotus leaf where he was.

He sat down cross-legged and began to comprehend the art of artistic conception.

After thinking about the void, Jiang Ming found that it was a higher level of difficulty to comprehend here than outside. Even though the realm was still there, there were still some obstacles.

But it didn't take long to comprehend the artistic conception of space, and then the true meaning, and then integrated it into the martial arts golden elixir in the Dantian Qi sea, without any difficulty.

Jiang Ming also discovered that there were no strange phenomena in his cultivation, it was just ordinary.

Then came the true meaning of the world, which was easily accomplished.

Only an hour had passed at this time.

He looked at Wang Qiutong and others, feeling a little worried in his heart. It would take him an hour to realize the two true meanings even with a hundred times his own level of understanding. What about them?

"No wonder I have to give you a month!"

"I originally thought that this realm of death would have preferential treatment for us humans."

"After all, people are known for their understanding."

"But now it seems that's not the case at all."

"If I'm only given ten days and a half, I'm afraid Liu Ruyan won't survive."

Shaking his head and suppressing all kinds of thoughts, Jiang Ming began to understand the true meaning of yin and yang without much difficulty.

At this point, he stopped and started to cultivate the soul path.

For him, the soul path has a unique skill.

He practiced yin and yang and refined his nerves.

Using the void as a shadow, visualize the sun and moon.

The taiyin is formed, the sun appears, and the sun and moon appear.

With every breath, there is a huge improvement.

With a snap of your fingers, you can focus, focus, virtual image, materialization, dharma, and realm, directly reaching the realm of the soul.

Cultivation of the soul path lies in accumulation.

If you have accumulated enough and have a profound foundation, you can hear the Tao in the morning and become the Tao in the evening.

Jiang Ming directly condensed the divine core and reached the peak of the eighth level before stopping.

Half a day has passed.

"God Splitting Technique!"

The next step was for Jiang Mingcai to comprehend the secret method of the soul path. He reached the eighteenth floor and returned to his original level, but his face looked very ugly.

In the past, he could use the Eighteenth Level of God Splitting dozens of times in a row, but now he would run out of soul power three times at most.

Only then did Jiang Ming truly understand the horror of the talent of soul master.

If it were deduced that there were nineteen or twenty levels, it would probably consume seven or eighty-eight percent of the soul power in one go.

At this point, the road to the soul path ends.

Jiang Ming began to practice the Dragon Elephant Heaven-Suppressing Technique. He practiced it all over again, just to experience it once. The purpose was to master the magical powers of Ruyi and Da Ruyi, as well as the ability to regenerate severed limbs.

No difficulty.

Then I started trying the inch punch, which wasn't too difficult. It was just a matter of adapting to my current physical body.

The layers increased gradually, reaching the eighteenth floor, when he stopped.

Had to stop.

Because the punch just now almost broke him into pieces, even if he had the ability to regenerate broken limbs, he couldn't stop it.

"For a normal mortal body, the eighteenth level is the limit of the force that can be resisted?"

Jiang Ming was very surprised.

"No, it's definitely more than that. Maybe I didn't master the trick, or maybe the inch punch has defects."

But no matter what, it also indirectly shows the horror of the talent of "Nirvana Rebirth", which made it easy for him to activate the twenty-sixth level of the inch punch, but it was far from reaching the limit of the body's ability to withstand the recoil.

But Jiang Ming was not disappointed.

Eighteen levels of inch punches are enough.

The next step is martial arts cultivation.

The main focus is on comprehending the true meaning and integrating it into the martial arts golden elixir, and the speed is not slow. Then there are the sword skills, the ten thousand line flow and other secret methods.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

Jiang Ming also recovered most of the power he had mastered before, but it is obvious that his combat power has greatly decreased compared to the beginning.

Especially in martial arts, the level of true qi is far, far worse than before.

Even if he had comprehended the ten realms, he had not further opened up the Dantian space.

This was also a helpless part.

Jiang Ming stood up, walked on the lotus leaf, and looked at Wang Qiutong and the other two. They were all meditating silently.

He did not go over to disturb them.

"A brand new body, with thoughts injected, but the realm still exists, and it will soon reach the peak of self. What is the meaning of doing this?"

Jiang Ming was puzzled.

If it was to select people with real potential, there was no need to do this at all, and they could just fight directly.

The scene in front of him was completely unnecessary.

"Lost Land, Lost God, Death Realm..."

Jiang Ming thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out.

"Also, since the Death Realm has such a setting, someone must have broken out. Why didn't the Holy Heart know about it?"

"No, the Blood Girl and the others didn't seem to know, otherwise they wouldn't be so desperate."

Contradictions everywhere, unreasonable everywhere.

Looking up at the battle arena, Jiang Ming felt a little numb again.

A hundred battles, a hundred wins are required.

Suppressing many thoughts in his mind, he looked at the square, where there were many creatures, some sitting, some standing, some talking, some laughing, and so on.

Jiang Ming's heart moved, and he stepped into the air and landed directly beside a person.

This was a human man, with a slender figure and a firm face, but he was a little bit outstanding.

Because his record was very high.

Name: Wan Chongshan

Race: Celestial Race

Victories: 68

"Brother Wan!" Jiang Ming landed beside him, clasped his fists and smiled, "Excuse me."

The other party turned his head and looked at him, especially the top of his head: "Jiang Ming, zero wins, another cannon fodder!"

His voice was very light, and he turned his head away after saying that, as if thinking about the ultimate mystery of why people are people.

Jiang Ming pulled the corner of his mouth, and still said: "Can you tell me about the situation here?"

The other party was silent.

"Brother Jiang!" A crisp voice came from not far away, Jiang Ming looked over, it was a girl in green, giving people a feeling of a beautiful girl.

The other party waved.

Jiang Ming walked over.

As for Wan Chongshan?

He won't try to please someone who doesn't like him.