Jin Ziming was excited, and now he could send out two hundred and twenty-five Divine Soul Flying Knives with a single thought, and the appearance of the forest cold that was ready to be launched was spectacular.

The professional training has been going on for nearly a year, and the most urgent thing at the moment is to challenge the soul of the early stage of the infant and hit the third floor!

If you want to defeat such an opponent, you will definitely not be able to have throwing knives alone.

He suddenly remembered that when he first conceived of dealing with the Yuan Infant of the Qingyumen, he had thought of using a black hole, as long as he could pull a god soul of the same level who had never experienced this kind of celestial phenomenon into the black hole, he would definitely be able to torture him to death in the hole.

Jin Ziming definitely can't and doesn't want to pull other people's souls into the gold leaf, so the only way is to lure the other party into his own soul space.

He can preset a simple version of the black hole in advance, because it is not a life-and-death battle, the other party will not be too cautious, but it is very likely that he will follow up rashly due to contempt or curiosity, and it is very likely to succeed.

The only question is, can a black hole be mimicked?

The "Celestial Refinement" told him that this method was possible, and it also provided a way to achieve it.

On the premise of hiding the worm and his own spirit, he had to set a trap for his opponent and not let him escape, which made him painstaking, but in the end he thought of an ingenious solution.

With the cultivation experience of the fifteenth style of the "Celestial Refining Divine Technique", the initial stage was relatively smooth, and in order to simplify, he omitted the purple air flow and the orange-red aperture, preparing to let the other party directly appreciate the horror and splendor of the black hole.

Five days later, the portrayal became difficult, and the thousands of meteorologies in the black hole were not at all comparable to the "celestial refinement technique", he built it again and again, collapsed and shattered again and again, and started again and again.

The divine soul was tortured inhumanly, and the person was so tired that he collapsed many times, but he couldn't bear to use the last four small parts of the soul lotus, which might be his life-saving thing in the future.

Jin Ziming relied entirely on meditation to recover, and although it was painful, the effect was also very significant, and the distance covered by his divine soul expanded to ninety-nine miles.

The depth of the black hole is getting longer day by day, and at the same time it is becoming more and more stable and more difficult to collapse, and he even found a trick in countless failures.

When the spirit is lost, you can withdraw from the portrayal halfway, and return as soon as possible after resuming meditation, and the original depiction has not collapsed.

This ability to stabilize the depicted scene in the consciousness is not simply to build a cage for the worm, but to interpret extremely complex and dynamic scenes.

This is mainly due to the fact that he has constructed the trajectory of different substances such as air currents, debris and bright light in black holes.

It's certainly not true, but in his own black hole, it's simple and effective.

With this custom rule, building black holes is greatly simplified and the operation is more stable.

What Jin Ziming didn't know was that this was far beyond the ability of the Yuanying Cultivator, and it was an extremely great idea.

If the Merge Powers knew about the method he had created, they would definitely be amazed by the genius of this spatial way.

He built it for more than three months, and finally evolved the black hole vision to the point where the comet shattered.

Just in case, he relied on his imagination and continued to depict a long distance.

He didn't give up until he was sure that the visiting Yuan Infant Divine Soul would drink a good pot.

The black hole was completed, and his divine soul detection distance had reached one hundred and thirty-six miles, which was already considered to be a slightly above average level in the early stage realm of the Yuan Shen Quadruple.

And the instantaneous soul knife was already a nineteen by nineteen array, with a total of three hundred and sixty-one handles, and the momentum was extremely amazing.

He tried to search for the soul talisman planted by Master Qin Yunhao with his divine soul, but there was still no trace, it seemed that it was really as the other party said, it might be a high-level monk, or even a talisman made by a combination of powers.

Jin Ziming sighed, put the matter aside, and swallowed up the aura in the green pool, and then opened the door of the cave that had been sealed for a long time and came to the next door.

He had already discovered that the aura in the Guangliang Blue Pool was extremely suitable for storage in the central channel, and after a few small talks, he went to occupy other people's "spiritual fields".

The "container" that Jin Ziming is carrying with him now includes the three dantian and the middle channel, and in the future, he plans to fill the left and right two veins, and even the auxiliary veins, which can definitely be regarded as a supreme bottomless pit.

After a day of complete relaxation, the body and mind are in the best condition, and it's time to take on the challenge.

Early the next morning, facing the rising sun, Jin Ziming came to the long-awaited library pavilion.

When he went up to the second floor, it happened to be the fat elder on duty again, and he stepped forward and saluted respectfully, and said:

"Elder, do you remember me?

I still want to go to the third floor to see the exercises, and now I officially apply to challenge the senior brother in the early stage of the Yuan Infant in the Divine Soul Realm, I wonder if you can help arrange it? ”

"Yo, it's really a four-fold soul." The fat elder came to be interested.

"Yes, just promoted."

"How sure are you?"

"I don't know, but I'm going to try."

"Okay, I haven't had this kind of cross-level challenge for many years, I'm really looking forward to it, what's your name?"

"My name is Jin Ziming."

"Jin boy, my name is Ren Yi, you can call me Elder Ren, tomorrow when Shen, you come to the open space outside the library pavilion to compete, and I will arrange it."

"Thank you, Elder Ren."

The explosive news of the day spread under the deliberate exaggeration of the elders.

After all, all sects want their disciples to be motivated and have the courage to challenge the strong, and now that they have a role model, they naturally want to use this as an example to stimulate other disciples to work hard.

In the afternoon of the next day, Jin Ziming and Guangliang arrived at the circular venue outside the library pavilion in advance, where more than 500 people had gathered.

Jin Ziming saw Mu Yan dressed in white in the crowd, still with such a temperament, like a hollow valley orchid.

When even smiled and stepped forward to greet her, Mu Yan said with a smile:

"Senior brother, you have become the first disciple in this issue, and it has only been a long time since you came to the second public competition.

This time is even more outrageous, or to challenge the Yuan Baby, the little woman is really impressed, no matter how hard I try, eight horses gallop, and I can only see your back from a distance. ”

"Hehe, senior sister is so humorous."

Jin Ziming walked forward in a dashing manner, causing little stars to appear in the eyes of the senior sisters and sisters along the way, and some of them were bold, and they had already begun to scream to cheer him on.

It didn't take long for Ren Yi to come over with another elder and a white-clothed monk, Jin Ziming hurriedly stepped forward to salute, and Elder Ren said:

"Golden boy, since you've arrived, let's start now."

After speaking, he turned to the crowd and said loudly:

"Everyone is quiet, today the new students of this issue, Jin Ziming, who has cultivated as the foundation building consummation, challenged the early stage monk of the Yuan Infant in the realm of the divine soul, and the senior brother who fought against him is called Peng Wei.

I am Ren Yi, the elder of the Library Pavilion, acting as the referee, and Elder Zhang of the Inner Gate Training Base is responsible for maintaining order at the competition site. ”

Jin Ziming bowed to Peng Wei and thanked him for his teaching, and the other party also bowed slightly in return.

"Although there is a difference between the two sides in terms of martial arts cultivation, in terms of divine soul, they are both quadruple early realms, the difference is only that one has been in this realm for more than ten years, and the other has just been promoted.

It is forbidden to harm people's lives or destroy people's paths.

Either side, if they want to throw in the towel, simply remove their body from the futon.

If Jin Ziming wins, he will be eligible to go up to the third floor of the Library Pavilion to read books. ”

After Elder Zhang finished speaking, the audience was full of envy.

"Now the competition begins." Elder Ren announced.

The two sat cross-legged on a futon, about 10 feet apart.

Peng Wei bowed slightly, signaling that Jin Ziming could take the lead in attacking.

Jin Ziming smiled in return, and then conjured a bell jar with his divine soul, and many sharp spikes grew on the cover, and the bell jar rotated at high speed and flew towards the opponent's head.

Peng Wei sacrificed a big hand of King Kong, blocking the bell with one hand, and the spinning spikes rubbed against the palm, emitting electric light and piercing sounds, and there was a stalemate for a while, but the bell was still slowly pushing forward.

Not only that, twenty flying knives flew out at high speed from the bottom of the cover, piercing twenty large holes in the big hand, and the handprint was suddenly unable to parry, and was pierced by the rotation of the bell jar, and turned into nothing.

Peng Wei immediately conjured up a big mountain, and after twenty flying knives pierced it, it disappeared, and the bell jar also hit the mountain, although he tried desperately to cut the mountain rocks, but the mountain was too huge, and the damage to it was only a drop in the bucket.

Peng Wei sacrificed a bundle of silkworm fishing nets woven by the gods, and the net line was very thick.

Thrown down from the mountain, just in time for the bell to be lassoed, it suddenly made it difficult to rotate, and although it made some openings in the net, the rotation almost stopped.

Jin Ziming had no choice but to release thirty flying knives again, cutting a huge hole in the fishing net.

Immediately, the bell jar turned into a trumpet shield and withdrew from the opening, and the mountain took advantage of the momentum to rush forward, colliding with the shield with a loud bang.

The Aegis shook endlessly, but with the support of Jin Ziming's powerful soul power, it still slowly and calmly retreated.

The nets fused with the mountain and turned into a sledgehammer, striking the shield frantically and forcing it to retreat faster.

When he retreated in front of Jin Ziming's head, he suddenly increased the output of his soul power, and the shield was so golden that he knocked the soul hammer out of the air.

The sledgehammer drew an arc, and suddenly turned into a mace, which spun rapidly, and the body of the stick was radiant, obviously infused with a lot of soul power by Peng Wei.

With a "poof", the tip of the mace protruded into the shield and spun on.

Jin Ziming increased the output of the divine soul, used the shield to stop the mace's advance, and tried to repair the damage of the shield.

Peng Wei would miss such an opportunity, so the stick and shield became the carrier of the soul power of both sides, advancing and retreating, Jin Ziming was obviously at a disadvantage, and it was difficult to change his moves.

Peng Wei, who was in sight of victory, was reluctant to change his moves, and in the end, the Aegis was forced to withdraw to Jin Ziming's brain, while the mace continued to advance.

This is a very dangerous move, if Peng Wei does not control it well, Jin Ziming is likely to suffer a heavy blow to his soul.

However, due to the unhurried retreat of the shield and the slightest sign of rout, Peng Wei did not stop.

Many disciples watching the battle exclaimed, shocked by the thrill and excitement of the battle.

When all the shields were withdrawn from Jin Ziming's mind, the mace also followed.

The shield fought back desperately, almost forcing the stick out several times, Peng Wei had to increase the delivery of soul power, and at this time he had already exported more than sixty percent of his soul power.

The onlookers could no longer see the illusionary scene, only to see Jin Ziming's resistance becoming more and more difficult, and sweat on his forehead.

Some timid girls couldn't help but exclaim, and even Mu Yan was worried about him.