Chapter 51 Challenge

Jin Ziming was extremely excited. Now he could shoot two hundred and twenty-five divine soul flying knives with just one thought. The look of Sen Han who was ready to go was spectacular.

Professional training has begun for nearly a year, and the most urgent thing now is to challenge the soul of the early Nascent Soul and reach the third floor!

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

He suddenly remembered that when he originally planned to deal with the Nascent Soul of Qingyumen, he had thought of using a black hole. As long as he could pull a soul of the same level who had never experienced such a celestial phenomenon into the black hole, he would be tortured to death in the hole.

Jin Ziming definitely has no choice but to drag other people's souls into the gold foil, so the only way is to lure them into his own soul space.

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

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

"Celestial Body Calming Technique" told him that this method was feasible, and also provided a method to achieve it.

On the premise of hiding the bug and his own soul, he had to set a trap for his opponent without letting him escape. This took a lot of effort, but he finally came up with an ingenious method.

He has the experience of practicing the fifteen forms of the "Celestial Body Calming Technique", which was relatively smooth in the beginning. Moreover, in order to simplify it, he omitted the purple air flow and orange-red aperture, and prepared to let the other party directly appreciate the horror and splendor of the black hole.

Five days later, it became difficult to describe. The myriad phenomena inside the black hole were beyond the reach of the "Celestial Body Calming Technique". He built it again and again, collapsed and shattered again and again, and started over again.

The soul has suffered inhuman torture, and people have collapsed from exhaustion many times, but he couldn't bear to use the last four small portions of soul lotus, which might be his life-saving thing in the future.

Jin Ziming relied entirely on meditation to recover. Although it was painful, the effect was remarkable. The distance covered by his soul expanded to ninety-nine miles.

The depth of the black hole is extending day by day, and it is becoming more and more stable, making it more difficult to collapse. He even found a trick through countless failures.

When your mind wanders, you can exit the painting midway, and return as soon as possible after you recover from meditation, and the original painted scene has not collapsed yet.

This ability to stabilize the engraved scene in the consciousness is different from simply building a cage for the bug, but to interpret an extremely complex and constantly changing dynamic scene.

This is mainly due to his own construction of the rules of the trajectories of different materials such as airflow, debris and bright light in the black hole.

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

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

What Jin Ziming didn't know was that this was far beyond the capabilities of Yuanying monks and was an extremely great idea.

If there were any great masters who knew about his self-created method, they would definitely be amazed by the genius of this way of space.

He spent more than three months constructing it, and finally evolved the black hole scene to the point where the comet fragmented.

Just in case, he relied on his imagination and continued to trace a longer distance forward.

Only when he was convinced that the visiting Nascent Soul soul would have a good drink did he give up.

The black hole was completed, and his soul detection distance had reached one hundred and thirty-six miles. At the early stage of the fourth level of Yuan Shen, it was considered to be an average to slightly above level.

The instant soul knives were already in an array of nineteen times nineteen, with a total of three hundred and sixty-one swords. Their momentum was extremely astonishing.

He tried to use his soul to search for the soul talisman planted by Master Qin Yunhao, but there was still no trace. It seemed that it was exactly what the other party said. It might be a talisman made by a high-level monk or even a powerful fusion power.

Jin Ziming sighed, put the matter aside, swallowed up the spiritual energy in the green pool, and then opened the dust-sealed cave door and came to the next door.

He had already discovered that the spiritual energy in the Guangliang Blue Pond was extremely suitable for storage in the central channel. After chatting for a while, he went to occupy other people's "spiritual fields".

The "container" that Jin Ziming carries with him now includes the three Dantians and the central channel. In the future, he plans to fill in the left and right channels, and even the auxiliary channels. It can definitely be regarded as a supreme bottomless pit.

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

Early the next morning, facing the rising sun, Jin Ziming arrived at the library he had been away from for a long time.

When we got to the second floor, it happened that the fat elder was on duty again. He stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said:

"Elder, do you still remember me?

I still want to go to the third floor to experience the techniques, and now I’m officially applying to challenge my senior brothers in the early stage of Nascent Soul in the Soul Realm. I wonder if you can help arrange it?”

"Oh, you really have the fourth level of soul." The fat elder became interested.

"Yes, I was just promoted."

"How sure are you?"

"I don't know, but I have to try."

"Okay, it's been so many years since I've had this kind of cross-level challenge. 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 just call me Elder Ren. Tomorrow at Shen Shi, you come to the open space outside the library door to compete, and I will arrange it."

"Thank you, Elder Ren."

The explosive news that day was spread by the elders who deliberately exaggerated it.

After all, all sects hope that their disciples will be proactive and have the courage to challenge the strong. Now that there is a role model, it is natural to use this as an example to stimulate other disciples to work hard.

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

Jin Ziming saw Mu Yan in the crowd, dressed in white, still looking like an orchid in an empty valley.

When even though she smiled and stepped forward to say hello, Mu Yan said with a smile:

"Junior brother, you have become the number one disciple in this period. It has only been a while since you came to the second public competition.

This time it was even more outrageous, and I challenged Nascent Soul. The little girl was so impressed that I fell to the ground. No matter how hard I tried, even with eight horses galloping, I could only see your back in the distance."

"Haha, senior sister is actually so funny."

Jin Ziming walked forward gracefully, causing little stars to pop up in the eyes of the senior fellow students along the way, and some bold ones started screaming to cheer him up.

Not long after, Ren Yi came over with another elder and a monk in white. Jin Ziming hurriedly stepped forward to salute. Elder Ren said:

"Jin boy, since you're here, let's start now."

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

"Everyone, please be quiet. Today, the new student of this period, Jin Ziming, who has completed the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, will challenge the early Nascent Soul monks in the Soul Realm. The senior brother he is facing off against is Peng Wei.

I am Ren Yi, the elder of Cangshuge, acting as the referee, and Elder Zhang from the inner training base is responsible for maintaining order at the competition site."

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

"Although there are two major differences in martial arts cultivation between the two sides, in terms of soul, they are both at the fourth level initial stage. The only difference is that one has been in this state for more than ten years, and the other has just been promoted.

Competing with peers, it is forbidden to hurt people's lives or destroy people's paths.

If either party needs to admit defeat midway, all they have to do is move their bodies away from the futon.

If Jin Ziming wins, he will be eligible to read books on the third floor of the library."

After Elder Zhang finished speaking, there was a sound of envy in the audience.

"The competition begins now." Elder Ren announced.

The two of them sat cross-legged on a futon, about ten feet apart.

Peng Wei nodded slightly, indicating that Jin Ziming could take the lead in attacking.

Jin Ziming responded with a smile, and then used his soul to transform into a bell jar with many sharp spikes growing out of it. The bell jar rotated at high speed and flew towards the opponent's head.

Peng Wei used a big Vajra hand to block the bell jar with one hand. The rotating spikes rubbed against the palm, making electric light and harsh sounds. There was a moment of stalemate, but the bell jar was still slowly pushing forward.

Not only that, twenty flying knives flew out from the bottom of the bell at high speed, pricking twenty large holes in the big hand. The handprint was suddenly unable to withstand it, and was rotated and penetrated by the bell jar, turning into nothing.

Peng Wei immediately transformed into a large mountain. Twenty flying knives pierced it and then disappeared. The bell jar also hit the mountain. Although he tried his best to cut the rocks, the mountain was too huge and the damage was only a drop in the bucket.

Peng Wei then presented a bundle of silkworm fishing nets woven by the soul. The wires of the nets were very thick.

It was thrown down from the mountain and just caught the bell jar, making it difficult to rotate. Although some holes were opened in the fishing net, the rotation almost stopped.

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

Immediately, the bell jar turned into a small shield and exited from the opening. The mountain took advantage of the situation and rushed forward, colliding with the shield and making a loud noise.

The shield was shaking, but with the support of Jin Ziming's powerful soul power, he still retreated slowly and calmly.

The fishing net merged with the mountain, transformed into a sledgehammer, and struck the shield crazily, forcing it to retreat faster.

When he retreated in front of Jin Ziming's head, he suddenly increased his soul power output, the golden light of his shield radiated, and he actually knocked the soul hammer away.

The sledgehammer drew an arc and suddenly turned into a mace, spinning rapidly. The rod's body was radiant with light, and it was obvious that Peng Wei had injected a lot of soul power into it.

With a "crack" sound, the front end of the mace pierced the shield and continued to move forward while spinning.

Jin Ziming increased the output of his soul, used his shield to stop the mace from moving forward, and tried to repair the damage to the shield.

Peng Wei missed such an opportunity, so the stick and shield became the carriers of the soul power of both parties. When they advanced and retreated, Jin Ziming was obviously at a disadvantage, making it difficult to change his moves.

Peng Wei, who was in sight of victory, was unwilling to change his tactics. In the end, the shield was forced to withdraw from Jin Ziming's head, 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 severe damage to his soul.

However, because the shield retreated slowly and showed no signs of defeat, Peng Wei did not give up.

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

When all the shields were withdrawn into Jin Ziming's head, the mace followed suit.

The shield fought back desperately, almost forcing the stick out several times. Peng Wei had to increase his soul power delivery. At this time, he had output more than 60% of his soul power.

The onlookers could no longer see the transformed scene. They could only see that Jin Ziming's resistance was becoming increasingly difficult and sweat appeared on his forehead.

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