"Okay, let's start testing this batch!"

The emperor ordered.

This great emperor looks only in his fifties and is majestic.

Immediately, an old man stepped out.

"Wait a minute, I will burst into pressure and press against you. You can resist with all your strength. As long as you can withstand thirty breaths and stand firm, you will be promoted successfully. Those who can't bear it will be eliminated directly!"

The old man spoke.

Many people feel a little moved, and this method is simple.

A group of people are directly together, oppressing with their breath, and those who can resist will advance directly.

In this case, the efficiency is indeed high, and some people with weak cultivation can be quickly screened out.

"start!"

As the old man's voice sounded, a terrible aura erupted from the old man, covering the entire platform. "True Emperor!"

Lu Ming judged that this old man was a strong man in the True Emperor realm.

As soon as the old man's breath came out, some people's faces changed on the platform, their bodies vibrated, and then they coughed up blood and fell to the ground directly.

"Senior, please show mercy, I can't stop it!"

The young man yelled, feeling that his body was about to be crushed into a meat paste.

"Go down!"

The old man spoke indifferently and controlled his breath. The pressure on the young man suddenly became lighter. He rushed off the battlefield and gasped.

"It's really overestimating one's own ability to dare to come to power in just the Mingsheng Realm!"

"This is a battle of ten places, not a small place. It's ridiculous to dare to go to the Mingsheng Realm!"

Many people shook their heads and smiled.

The battle between the ten places brought together the strongest geniuses in the ten places, and the mere sage realm is not enough to see.

The young man's face turned red.

In fact, there are more than one young man like this, but many.

Plop! Plop!...

On the platform, a large number of young men kneeled down and vomited blood.

The cultivation of these young people is all around Ming Sheng.

The Battle of Ten Lands is really touching and is the first time in history and has been paid attention to by countless people.

Many young people want to perform on such a stage, hoping to attract attention, so many people with low cultivation want to participate.

The blockbusters vomit blood, and finally rushed off the platform and were eliminated directly.

Moreover, as time passed, the pressure on the old man became stronger and stronger.

Later, even the geniuses in the Great Saint realm could not resist and were eliminated.

In the end, more than a thousand people, only about one hundred, successfully resisted thirty breaths.

Of course, their condition is also different. Some people are trembling all over, sweating coldly, and breathing heavily, obviously having done their best.

Some people have a light and gentle face, and their faces are as usual, and they are relaxed.

Those who advance, the list of people who have been promoted can be kept and can enter the next round.

"You have also seen it. If you don't have the strength, don't sign up, so don't be humiliated and get hurt!"

The middle-aged emperor spoke.

Many young people looked ugly and sighed helplessly in the end.

They originally wanted to perform, but in fact, they didn't even have the qualifications to participate, and they didn't even have the qualifications to accompany them.

The Battle of Ten Lands is the stage for real geniuses.

As long as you can win a place in the Ten Lands, it is a great honor, but most people can only be spectators.

Next, people came forward to sign up one after another.

When there were about a thousand people, the old man burst into breath again and pressed towards the young people on the platform.

This time, the situation has improved a lot, with one thousand people, and about five hundred people entering the next round.

Because those who have insufficient cultivation know that they cannot pass, they will only get hurt if they go up and have not signed up.

Next, the screening continues.

"Fragrant fragrance, Mo Li, Qiu Yue, Phoenix Spirit..."

Lu Ming's eyes lit up. He saw Xiangxiang, Qiuyue and the others in the crowd.

They all came, and they were all in the Southern War Zone.

With their cultivation level, they naturally passed the screening easily.

"I'll go up too!"

Lu Ming smiled and began to sign up.

He did not rush to recognize Xiangxiang and the others.

"What's the name?"

On the registration stage, someone looked at Lu Ming.

"Tianyun!"

Lu Ming said.

"Leave your breath!"

The other party said.

Lu Ming nodded and left a ray of breath, which was easy to distinguish his identity.

Then, Lu Ming stepped onto the platform.

"I'm not good at hair!"

As soon as Lu Ming stepped onto the platform, he heard a Buddha's name coming from behind.

Lu Ming's eyelids twitched. Lu Ming was so familiar with this sound. Although he hadn't heard it for more than ten years, he would never forget it.

Lu Ming turned around and saw a slightly fat young monk stepping onto the platform.

Unscrupulous monk!

Lu Ming was a little dazed, but he didn't expect to meet an unscrupulous monk here.

At the beginning, when he was in the Shenhuang Continent, Wuliang and Wuyue set out before him and came to Yuanhu. They had been away for more than ten years and had never seen each other.

The unscrupulous monk, like more than ten years ago, was still the same, and had not changed at all.

When he walked up, he saw Lu Ming keep looking at him and couldn't help but chant the Buddha's name.

"I'm a white-haired, donor, you stare at me like this 'lovely'. Could it be that you're interested in me? Unfortunately, you are a man. If you're a beautiful woman, I can consider it!"

The unscrupulous monk said with a smile.

"Go to die!"

Lu Ming curled his lips, this guy hasn't changed at all.

"Donor, why do I feel like we are familiar? I have a familiar feeling. It's over, it's over, how can I feel like this to a man?"

The unscrupulous monk began to stare at Lu Ming, then his face became bitter and sighed.

"roll!"

Lu Ming scolded, and was also shocked. This unreliable monk was really sensitive to spiritual sense. He used the magic breath technique, but the unscrupulous monk still felt something.

"Amitabha!"

Then, the Buddha's chant rang again, and then several young monks stepped onto the platform.

"No moon, no dust!"

There are a few people, Lu Ming still knows.

Bodhisattva Wuyue Nu is also an acquaintance of Shenhuang Continent.

Another one is Wuchen of Wuya Temple, who controls the law of cause and effect and is one of the sons of God.

Soon, about a thousand people were on the platform, and the old man in the True Emperor realm began to burst out, and everyone seemed to be pressing down on a mountain.

However, this pressure is nothing to Lu Ming, and it doesn’t feel much.

When Lu Ming saw Wuliang, Wuyue, Wuchen and others, the same was true, his face was calm and he had no reaction at all.

"It seems that Wuliang and Wuyue have also improved their strength after coming to Yuanlu!"

Lu Ming thought to himself.

Lu Ming was originally unfamiliar with the cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism. He found that he could not see through the cultivation of several young monks at all, just like there was a brilliant golden light in their bodies, concealing his own cultivation level.

Thirty breaths came in a blink of an eye, and they all passed easily.

"I, donor, have we seen it before? Or you have a destiny to be with me, so why not be ordained to join the Buddhist sect!"

Wuliang came to Lu Ming and said with a smile.

"Go to play!"

Lu Ming waved his hand and walked off the battlefield alone.
Chapter completed!