"The golden arena with the least cost is just that the body is absorbed by the arena, and the power and soul will be preserved, either to reward the winner, or to be reincarnated.
However, this arena ability cannot support the battle of the top Daluo Jinxian, and is more suitable for those under Daluo Jinxian. In the end, he was thrown into some small worlds by the saints to cultivate potential newcomers.
In order to avoid accidents, a tool spirit was created for it to host the competition.
The second is the red arena I experienced. The real name of the defeated person will be absorbed by the arena, thus forgetting everything about himself.
The upper limit of this arena is higher, enough to withstand the battle between saints. In order to solve the reason why the real name disappears, the saints let us participate in the incarnation.
Do you understand the Three Corpse Gods?
Even if you fail, it will not affect your own memory. "
"So you don't use your real names when fighting, right?"
Jiang Wenming remembered what happened in Shen’en Continent.
"That's not true. We fight with avatars."
"..."
Jiang Wenming said in his heart, "Good guys, I thought it was enough to fight under a false name, but I didn't expect that you are even fake."
"Since you are fighting with an avatar, how come you lost your real names?"
Jiang Wenming asked the doubts in his heart.
"That is the method of evil spirits. You have a very strange ability to eliminate the cause and effect of the person who was killed, so that the person disappears completely. This is about the third black arena.
The most serious thing is that black arena. Once you lose the battle, even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will not leave any trace in this world. No one will remember you except yourself.
This kind of rules is exactly the same as those of the demons, and it is precisely because of this that we believe that the arena is a sacred object of the demons. "
"From the death of the physical body to the death of memory, and finally the death of historical traces, thus achieving the complete erasure of a person, right?"
Jiang Wenming felt something in his heart. Aren't these the three deaths he has experienced in his life?
It may be easy for people with limited lifespans to accept, but it is really difficult for immortal gods.
Especially after going through countless hardships to reach this point, only to have the other party directly wipe out everything about him, this is simply worse than death.
No wonder the gods are so afraid of evil spirits, because they can really deny their own existence.
"According to what you said, aren't there many beings in this world who have lost their memory?"
Zhen Yuanzi said before that when the arena first appeared, many creatures participated in the arena battle and eventually lost their self-memory.
"Indeed, you Chinese beings are unable to resist the invasion of neighboring countries because they have lost their own memory."
"Our China? Aren't you also a creature of China?"
Jiang Wenming glanced at him.
"What? Pindao too?"
Zhen Yuanzi was confused.
"You don't even remember this, do you? You are one of the top native creatures in China. Well, it is called Shenzhou here."
"Holy shit, is it true or not? Has Pindao lost his memory?"
Zhen Yuanzi broke the defense on the spot.
Previously, I used the attitude of an outsider to say that China was being bullied miserably, but it turned out that it was my home!
"Do I need to lie to you about this kind of thing? It's not just you, even Gonggong is one of ours. If you don't believe me, you can ask the saint."
"..."
"His uncle, he is such a vicious evil spirit. He blocked my memory and destroyed my home. I have been practicing for thousands of years and I have never been so wronged. What a bully!"
"Great Immortal, what are you doing?"
Jiang Wenming saw Zhen Yuanzi rolling up his sleeves and looking like he was about to walk out, so he quickly called to him.
"Go fight! Anyway, the merits are gone, and I don't mind venting bad words before rebuilding. Let's go back to China!"
As Zhen Yuanzi spoke, a white cloud rose under his feet and flew directly into the sky.
Jiang Wenming:...
It has to be said that Zhen Yuanzi, who has lost the shackles of merit and virtue, is more free and easy, more in line with his image of a mortal fairy.
At least, it made him feel more cordial than before.
Somersaulting up onto the clouds, he came to Zhen Yuanzi.
"Hey, Somersault Cloud, are you a disciple of Patriarch Bodhi?"
Zhen Yuanzi looked surprised when he saw Jiang Wenming's somersault cloud.
"I have never met Patriarch Bodhi. This magical power was taught to me by the Monkey King, the Monkey King."
Jiang Wenming shook his head and said that he had never seen Patriarch Bodhi.
"So you are Wukong's disciple, why didn't you tell me earlier, hahaha..."
When Zhen Yuanzi heard that he was a disciple of Sun Wukong, he became even more enthusiastic.
"Don't blame the Great Immortal. The main reason is that I have not officially become a disciple and I dare not call him his disciple."
"It doesn't matter. Since you have learned Taoist magic, you might as well join my Taoist sect and try not to have anything to do with the Demon Emperor. His cause and effect is too great and will be harmful to your practice."
At this time, Zhen Yuanzi had begun to treat Jiang Wenming as his nephew, and did not want him to be entangled by the demon clan's great karma.
"I understand the good intentions of the Great Immortal, but the demon clan has been kind to me in China, and His Majesty the Emperor Junmian has taken good care of me. If I am so alone because I am afraid of karma, even if I really become a saint, it will not matter to me. In any sense.”
"Idiot! But, I like it!"
After hearing what he said, Zhen Yuanzi looked regretful, but more importantly, he admired it.
No wonder the monkey taught him the magic, his character was exactly the same as when he was young.
"Well, everyone has their own way. Now that the world has changed a lot and the future is uncertain, maybe you can find your own way. Take this thing and if you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to me. "
Zhen Yuanzi said, taking out a spiritual talisman from his arms.
"Thank you, great immortal."
"You don't have to be so polite. Just call me uncle from now on."
As Zhen Yuanzi said these words, there was sudden lightning and thunder in the sky, and a bolt of thunder appeared from the void and struck him directly at the head of the cloud.
"Disperse!"
Zhen Yuanzi waved the floating dust in his hand, directly scattering the thunder and lightning.
"receive!"
The sleeves fluttered in his hands, turning into a bag that covered the sky and the sun, directly collecting the thunderclouds in the void.
Jiang Wenming was stunned by this "knowledge in one's sleeves".
He had always thought that this was a magical power similar to a storage bag, but now this idea disappeared instantly.
That was a thunder disaster just now!
A thunder disaster that belongs directly to heaven!
The thunder calamity that makes countless creatures who want to transform into human beings change their expressions upon hearing it!
In the end, he took it away with such a sleeve?
When Zhen Yuanzi saw Jiang Wenming staring at his sleeves, he immediately understood what he was thinking and smiled.
"Want to learn?"
"think!"
Jiang Wenming nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Not only is it cool but also practical, who doesn’t want to learn it!
Zhen Yuanzi stretched out his hand and touched the center of his eyebrows, and directly taught him the method of "Enlightenment".
"Although this magical attack is not a top-level magical attack, it still has its own characteristics. If you practice it well, it will be able to help you in the future."
"Thank you, uncle!"
Jiang Wenming bowed towards him.
