Global Super Martial Arts: Start with Hundred Times Understanding

Chapter 196
The horror of the Lost God completely exceeded expectations.

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 moment, two of them are fighting, extremely fierce and even more ferocious.

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
Victory: 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 to this 'death realm'.

From the information just given, it can be seen from the desperate situation that only one person can break out of it.

The chance is one in [-], 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 passing on 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.

Angels have stronger bodies than 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.

Soul Dao has shortcuts.

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, and he reached 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.

Winners live, losers die.

A draw will lead to death.

with no exceptions.

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 nature, but it is full of more cruel tests.

Jiang Ming carefully felt the changes in himself, many talents disappeared without a trace, the miraculous was not obvious, and he was 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 also helpless.

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 strong 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. It's 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. , have mastered the immeasurable true meaning!”

Both made good choices.

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

Jiang Ming shook his head: "It seems that there are many benefits, but it is actually not worth it! If you choose the way of body training, you must abandon the soul way, and then rely on yourself to cultivate. But you can guarantee success in a short time? Don't forget I have to adapt to many secret techniques, re-understand the true meaning, etc. Besides, there are countless races on the battlefield of ten thousand races, and human physique really does not have an advantage. Corresponding body protection methods 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 it through."

"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, and it was just ordinary.

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

Only an hour has passed by now.

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!"

"Originally, I 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 we only give him 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, which was not difficult.

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 lunar yin 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 accumulate 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, reached the peak of the eighth order, and then stopped.

Half a day has passed.

"Splitting God!"

The next step was for Jiang Mingcai to understand the secret method of the soul path. He went straight to 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.

It was only then that Jiang Ming truly understood the horror of the gift of soul mastership.

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. I just needed to adapt to my current physical body.

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

had to stop.

Because the punch he just punched nearly shattered him into pieces, and even the ability to regenerate severed limbs couldn't stop him.

"For a normal mortal body, the eighteenth level is the limit that it can withstand the force backlash?"

Jiang Ming was very surprised.

"No, it's definitely more than that. Maybe I haven't mastered the key, or maybe there is a flaw in the Inch Fist."

But no matter what, it also illustrates the horror of the talent of 'Nirvana Regeneration', which made it easy for him to activate the 26th-level Inch Fist, which was far from the limit that his physical body could withstand the shock.

But Jiang Ming was not disappointed either.

Eighteen levels of inch fist are enough for use.

Next is martial arts cultivation.

The main thing is to comprehend the true meaning and integrate it into the golden elixir of martial arts, and the speed is not slow, and then there are the secret techniques of swordsmanship, ten thousand lines flow and so on.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

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

Especially in martial arts, the level of Qi is far behind compared to before.

Even if he comprehended the ten artistic conceptions, he did not open up the Dantian space further.

This is also a helpless place.

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

He didn't bother either.

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

Jiang Ming was puzzled.

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

The scene before me was completely unnecessary.

"The Lost Land, the Lost God, the Realm of Death..."

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

"Also, since there is such a setting in the Death Realm, someone must have broken out. Why don't you know the background of the Sacred Heart?"

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

There are contradictions everywhere and unreasonableness everywhere.

Looking up at Zhan Lei, Jiang Ming's scalp felt numb again.

A hundred battles require a hundred victories.

Suppressing many thoughts in his mind, he looked towards the square. There were many creatures there, sitting or standing, talking or laughing.

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

This is a human man with a slender figure and a resolute face, but he seems to stand out from the crowd.

Because his record is very high.

Name: Wan Zhongshan
Race: Celestials
Victory: 68
"Brother Wan!" Jiang Ming stood next to him, clasping his fists and smiling, "Excuse me."

The opponent turned his head and glanced at him, especially the top of his head: "Jiang Ming, with zero wins, another cannon fodder!"

His voice was very calm, and after he finished speaking, he turned away, as if he was thinking about the ultimate mystery of why humans are humans.

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

The other party was silent.

"Brother Jiang!" A clear voice came from not far away. Jiang Ming looked over. It was a girl in green clothes, giving people the impression of Xiaojiabiyu.

The other party beckoned.

Jiang Ming walked over.

As for Wan Zhong Mountain?
He won't stick to his cold butt.

(End of this chapter)