The horror of the Lost God was completely beyond expectations.

In the face of the blood girl, Jiang Ming has the confidence to struggle a little, at least not to be killed in seconds, but what about the lost god?

One palm will slap all of them to death.

Although the consumption of the Sacred Heart is huge, and although Chenbei is already at the end of the strong crossbow, the two of them are the real Nine Realms, and they are still the peak existence.

But none of them could block a blow, and they were all shot to death.

"Why did I die?"

Jiang Ming's eyes were dark, and he turned his thoughts, and the next moment he froze.

How can you have thoughts when you are dead?

Explain that there is no death.

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

The movements of opening the eyes are a little jerky.

Jiang Ming immediately sensed that something was wrong, his body was not his own, absolutely not.

It's too weak.

There was no trace of cultivation, just like when I was in high school.

He didn't look at himself first, but looked around, it was an ocean, I didn't know how wide it was, I didn't know how wide it was, and I didn't know how wide it was.

There are lotus leaves floating on the surface of the sea, each of which is very huge, covering thousands of square meters. There are people on many lotus leaves, who are either sitting cross-legged and cultivating, or practicing the secret method of supernatural powers, and some are stunned.

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

Overhead, there are illusory rings, and at this time, two of them are fighting, which is extremely fierce and even more ferocious.

In just a few moments, one of the people in the ring was killed 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

Victory: 29

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

After digesting it, Jiang Ming's face was very weird.

Not angry, annoyed, and a touch of happiness.

"The Lost God is not murder, but it is also the same as murder!"

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

In the Lost Lands, in order to maintain balance and prevent the long-time dwellers from growing bigger and causing terrible destruction, there is the Lost God.

They don't kill, they seem to be killing others, but in fact they are teleporting all of the repression into this 'Death Domain'.

Death is desperate, according to the information just now, there is no one who can break out.

The 1 in 10,000 chance is very slim.

The Death Desperate Realm under his feet is the place where the powerhouses belonging to the Eight Realms are teleported, but the teleportation is very strange.

It just passed the consciousness over.

The brand new body, with the exception of the most basic talents that come with the race, is all similar to the template.

Humans are still humans, angels are still angels.

Angels' bodies are stronger than those of humans.

But human beings are more perceptive.

That's the simplest difference.

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

"Please choose two of the following options as your base strength, one: Eight Realms Refining Body; 2: Eight Realms Martial Arts; Three, the Eight Realms Soul Dao. ”

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

It is difficult to refine the body, and the same is true for martial arts.

There are shortcuts to the soul path.

After choosing, Jiang Ming clearly felt that the strength of his body had increased rapidly, and his bones, muscles, viscera, skin, etc. had all undergone thousands of tempers, and he had reached the peak of the eighth turn of refining his body in a short period of time.

"Three thousand vajra power!"

As soon as his fist was clenched, Jiang Ming had a clear understanding that this was the ultimate power of the Eight Transformations Realm of the Human Mortal Body.

The next moment, a stream of vitality was born out of thin air, opening up the dantian space, reaching a square circle, and then passing through the meridians, opening the acupoints, and constantly improving the quality and quantity, and finally condensing a martial arts golden pill in the dantian.

Blank.

Nothing really meant to be in it.

The basic cultivation of martial arts, the eightfold peak.

Spooky, magical.

Jiang Ming couldn't help but be speechless.

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

The strength in the body is also like an arm's command.

I looked at my feet, it was also in the shape of a lotus leaf, about 1,000 square meters, and I stepped on it fiercely, and I didn't move at all.

Sturdy beyond imagination.

Looking at the battles in the sky, his heart sank.

According to the information he had just gotten, Jiang Ming knew that he only had one month to re-cultivate the secret method and improve his combat power.

After January, you have to fight in the ring every three days.

The winner lives, and the loser dies.

Draws are all dead.

There are no exceptions.

It's really dead!

Only those who win 100 rounds can leave.

That is to say, to kill the existence of a hundred people in the same realm.

Very brutal.

The only good news is that if you encounter the same race, you can choose to avoid the war, and both sides must agree.

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

Jiang Ming carefully felt the changes in himself, many talents disappeared without a trace, the supernatural was not obvious, and it was ordinary.

Only a hundredfold understanding remains.

"Consciousness is injected, self-understanding does not disappear, as for other ......"

Jiang Ming sighed lightly.

Even the Soul Domination and Immortal Light are gone.

This made him quite helpless.

But there is nothing to be done.

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

Wang Qiutong, willow like smoke, leaf white.

As for Chenbei and the Sacred Heart, because they are cultivated in the Nine Realms, they are not here.

After a little hesitation, Jiang Ming's body moved, and he jumped on the lotus leaf where Wang Qiutong was, but was stopped by an inexplicable force.

"An invitation should be needed!"

When Wang Qiutong saw Jiang Ming, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and he also discovered the situation, and speculated after a little thought.

"Allow Jiang Ming to enter!"

She opened her mouth to spit out, blocking it from disappearing.

Jiang Ming 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 death, but I entered the Death Domain again, is it happy or sad?" ”

"It's really hard to say!" Ye Bai also arrived here, "There is still a glimmer of life." He paused, showed a look of distress, and said: "A new body, without the Holy Body, I am ordinary, how can I compete with other strong people?" It seems fair and just, but other races are inherently stronger than us! ”

"I'm more troublesome!" Liu Ruyan also rushed over, and said with a wry smile, "I take the martial arts, and also cultivate the Shinto, mainly in the illusion realm, although the realm is still there, but to start all over again, it is too difficult in comparison." ”

"Since we are facing the current situation, we must accept it optimistically, and the next thing is to find a way to survive and strive to win a hundred games!" Jiang Ming said, "Have you all chosen the path you want to take?" ”

"I chose martial arts and physical paths!" Wang Qiutong said calmly, "Soul Dao Path, I am sure that I will ascend in a short period of time and reach the peak of the Eight Realms. Comparatively, martial arts and physical paths are more difficult. ”

"Physique and martial arts!" Ye Bai has also chosen, "Although I don't have the Holy Body, on the road of refining the body, I have more experience, and I also have all kinds of secret methods, the most important thing is that I have cultivated Inch Fist and mastered the immeasurable true intent!" ”

The choice of both is good.

Then they all looked at Liu Ruyan, and she hesitated: "I only chose martial arts, and I am still hesitating to choose the way of refining the body?" The physique of the peak of the Eight Realms should be stronger in terms of self-preservation. ”

Jiang Ming shook his head: "It seems to have a lot of benefits, but it's actually not cost-effective!" If you choose the path of body refining, you must abandon the soul path and then rely on yourself to cultivate. But can you guarantee success in a short period of time? Don't forget, you also have to adapt to many secret methods, re-understand the true meaning, and so on. Besides, there are countless races on the battlefield of all races, and the human body really does not have an advantage, if there is no corresponding means, the body is just chicken ribs. If the martial arts are strong, it is enough to have the corresponding body protection method. ”

"That's what I mean!" Wang Qiutong also said, "After all, I used to be an innate Dao body, and my mind and soul were nourished, and my corresponding understanding was stronger, so I dared not to choose the soul Dao." If you smoke, you have to think about it. ”

"Time is too short, and that's the only way it can be!" Liu Ruyan nodded.

"Next, let's try to improve our strength, if there are deficiencies in artistic conception, come to me!" Jiang Ming said that, and returned to the lotus leaf where he was.

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

Thinking of the void, Jiang Ming found that the difficulty of comprehending here had risen to a level compared to that outside, even if the realm was still there, there were still some obstacles.

But it didn't take long to comprehend the artistic conception of space, followed by the true meaning, and then integrated into the martial arts golden pill in the dantian qi sea, there was no difficulty.

Jiang Ming also found that his cultivation did not have any visions, and it was plain.

Then there is the true meaning of the world, and it is easily completed.

Only an hour had passed.

He looked at Wang Qiutong and the others, and was a little worried in his heart, with his hundredfold level of comprehension, it would take him an hour to complete the comprehension of the two true meanings, so what about them?

"No wonder you have to give it for a month!"

"Originally, I thought that this Death Domain would be preferential to us humans."

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

"But now it seems that it is not like that at all."

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

Shaking his head and suppressing all kinds of thoughts, Jiang Ming began to comprehend the true meaning of yin and yang, and it was not much difficulty.

At this point, he stopped and began to turn to the Soul Cultivation Dao.

For him, the Soul Dao has a nirvana skill.

He cultivated yin and yang to refine his nerves.

Take the void as a shadow and visualize the sun and the moon.

The sun is in the shade, the sun is present, and the sun and the moon are in phase.

With one breath and one inhale, there is a huge improvement.

Concentrate on the mind, condense the mind, the virtual image, materialize, the law phase, the realm, and go straight to the realm of the soul.

Soul Dao cultivation lies in accumulation.

The accumulation is sufficient, the background is profound, and it can be heard in the morning and become the Tao.

Jiang Ming directly condensed the divine core and reached the peak of the eighth order, and then stopped.

Half a day has passed.

"Splitting the Gods!"

In the next step, Jiang Ming is the secret method of comprehending this soul path, he went straight to the eighteenth layer and returned to the original level, but his face was very unsightly.

In the past, he could cast dozens of consecutive casts on the eighteenth layer of the Split God, but now he will exhaust his soul power after three times at most.

It was only at this time that Jiang Ming truly understood the horror of the talent of soul domination.

If you deduce the nineteenth or twenty layers, I am afraid that you can consume seven or eight soul power at one time.

At this point, the path of the soul path ends.

Jiang Ming began to cultivate the Dragon Elephant Zhen Heavenly Skill, and he started to cultivate again, just to experience it once, the purpose was to master the magic power of the size of Ruyi, as well as the ability to regenerate severed limbs.

There is no difficulty.

Then I started to try Inch Fist, and it wasn't much difficulty, just to adapt to it with my current body.

Increasing layer by layer, up to the eighteenth floor, he stopped.

Had to stop.

Because of the punch just now, he almost shook himself apart, even if he had the ability to regenerate his limbs, he couldn't stop it.

"A normal mortal body, the eighteenth layer is the limit that can withstand the power of the shock?"

Jiang Ming was very surprised.

"No, it's definitely more than that, maybe I didn't grasp the trick, or maybe there is a flaw in the fist."

But no matter what, it also shows the horror of the talent of 'Nirvana Regeneration', which made it easy for him to urge the twenty-six-layer inch fist, and it was far from reaching the limit that his physical body could withstand the shock.

However, Jiang Ming was not disappointed.

Eighteen layers of inch fists, enough to use.

The next step is martial arts cultivation.

It is mainly based on the integration of the true meaning of the martial arts, and the speed is not slow, and then there are the secret methods of kendo, ten thousand lines and so on.

Three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Ming also restored the strength he had in the past, but it was obvious that his combat power had greatly reduced compared to the beginning.

Especially in the martial arts, the level of true qi is too far and far worse than it was at the beginning.

Even if the ten artistic conceptions were realized, the dantian space was not further developed.

This is also where the helplessness lies.

Jiang Ming stood up, walked around on the lotus leaves, and looked at Wang Qiutong and the three of them, they were all silently meditating.

He didn't bother either.

"What is the meaning of a new body, a new mind, but the realm is still there, and you will soon reach the peak of yourself?"

Jiang Ming was puzzled.

If it is to select people with real potential, there is no need to do this, just fight.

The scene in front of me was completely superfluous.

"Lost Lands, Lost Gods, Dead Realms......"

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

"Also, since the Death Domain has this kind of setting, someone must have broken out, why don't you know the essence of the Sacred Heart?"

"No, the blood girls don't seem to know, otherwise they wouldn't be so desperate."

Contradictory everywhere, unreasonable everywhere.

Looking up at the battle, Jiang Ming's scalp was a little numb.

100 battles, 100 victories.

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

Jiang Ming's heart moved, and he stepped away, landing directly beside a person.

It was a human man, slender and resolute, but with a certain taste of standing out from the crowd.

Because his record is very high.

Name: Manzhongshan

Race: Celestial

Victory: 68

"Brother Wan!" Jiang Ming fell to the side, clenched his fists and smiled, "Excuse me." ”

The other party turned his head and glanced at him, especially at the top of his head: "Jiang Ming, the victory is zero, and he is cannon fodder again!" ”

His voice was very quiet, and then he turned his head away, as if thinking about the ultimate mystery of what man is.

The corners of Jiang Ming's mouth twitched, and he 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 Tsing Yi, giving people the feeling of a small jasper.

The other person beckoned.

Jiang Ming walked over.

As for Wanzhong Mountain?

He doesn't put a hot face on a cold ass.

(End of chapter)