Finally, someone made a move on Jun Molin and others, Qingyin and others also came over one after another, and the ape Batian took the lead, as if entering a no-man's land, where he passed, the figure flew over.

Jun Mo Lin also shot again, like a furious dragon, pushing everything sideways, and no one was attacking them within a radius of a few people.

In the battlefield, chaos still broke out, as time went by, fewer and fewer people could still stand, the vast battlefield no longer seemed crowded, and obviously the number of eliminated people was a terrible number.

It's not just the kings who come to them, but many top people stand on the side, and no one dares to move, unless they take the initiative to sweep others out.

Finally, on the top of the ladder, the strong man of the Sage Palace, who was presiding over the battle, spoke: "Truce the war. ”

The sound was like thunder, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

When the words fell, the crowd that was fighting immediately dispersed, and the light of the nine directions, soldiers, fights, people, all, arrays, columns, in, front, and nine characters suddenly dimmed, and then the light curtain disappeared completely.

This violent and chaotic battle ended here, looking at those shadows who were still standing on the battlefield, many people were slightly emotional, so many strong people, now there are only three thousand people left.

The three thousand people who are still standing on the battlefield are already regarded as first-class top celestial figures from all sides of the Wasteland.

Subsequently, many shadows flickered in the Sage Palace, carrying the dead and wounded down to clear the battlefield.

Soon, the battlefield was cleared.

The positions of the three thousand people had already been misplaced, and standing in that battlefield space, the powerhouse of the Sage Palace on the top of the heavenly ladder looked at them and continued to speak:

"Next, there will be a holy monument to the battlefield, and if you can't bear it, you will withdraw from the battlefield. ”

"Of the three thousand cultivators, there will be only one thousand left, and these thousand people are candidates for disciples of the Sage Palace, and many of them may be able to directly become disciples of the Sage Palace. ”

"So then, do what you can to bear the pressure of the monument. ”

Now among the three thousand cultivators screened out, there are still people who are sheltered, such as the major top forces, such as the royal family, the Ximen family, Yunmengcheng and other forces, are not alone, even if Jun Mo Lin is a group of them are all together, in addition to the previous chaotic war, there are also many people who joined forces.

Therefore, although these 3,000 people are relatively excellent people, they still have not been eliminated and screened.

Therefore, next, relying on the coercion of the Holy Monument, one thousand people were selected from the three thousand cultivators.

This is the disciple that the real Sage Palace wants to select, officially become a candidate, and those with outstanding talents can directly enter the Sage Palace.

Starting from the nine juvenile supreme roads, the most outstanding characters in Huangzhou were selected layer by layer.

"Next, it is not allowed to use external objects, and anyone who resists the coercion of the Holy Monument with external objects will be directly out. The powerhouse of the Sage Palace on the top of the ladder continued to speak.

As soon as his voice fell, he saw several strong people flickering, and after descending on the crowd, each prescription position released an invisible coercion, which seemed to isolate the battlefield.

"Holy monument, please. The strong man on the ladder spoke.

The next moment, this vast and endless place became extraordinarily quiet, and the crowd watching from a distance all looked in the direction of the Sage Palace, only to see that on the ladder of heaven, there were nine brilliant and incomparably brilliant lights appeared, and the sound of whistling came, and then they saw a number of holy monuments flying down from the top of the ladder, as if there were spirits, falling from the sky.

The holy stele is a huge stele, each stele seems to contain different powers, when they fly down into the air, everyone below feels a slight tremor in their hearts, and feels an invisible coercion, this coercion is very powerful, and even in their minds, there is already a picture of the artistic conception.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom......" Nine holy monuments fell from the sky, directly at the foot of the Sage Palace, in front of the crowd, the huge stone monument was ten zhang high, and it was located there in an arc.

"Bang, bang, bang!" sounds came out, and the moment the holy monument fell, there were many muffled snorts, and many shadows were directly shocked back, and their footsteps continued backwards.

For practitioners, the strength of the soul and will is the key to cultivation, and this is a natural talent that comes with it, and it is a very important talent.

Throughout the ages, those who have achieved great things are all people with strong will.

If the will to practice is weak, then the height of cultivation is also limited, which is the reason for the selection of sacred monuments, and here, you can only rely on yourself, and others cannot help.

If it doesn't work, you'll be out.

At this moment, Jun Mo Lin suddenly felt a terrifying coercion sweeping over, as if it was about to shock people's hearts and souls and crush people's willpower.

Jun Mo Lin frowned, his eyes stared at a holy monument directly in front of him, only to see that the holy monument was fiery red, and when he looked at the holy monument, he felt a terrifying flame body come out of the holy monument.

This body is incomparably huge, like a flame god, stepping on terrifying steps, pressing towards him step by step, he can't help but want to retreat, but thinking that this is an assessment, he naturally understands that he can't retreat.

This shows how terrible the coercion brought by this holy monument is.

At this time, under this terrible coercion, many people directly snorted and retreated, and even the corners of their mouths had a touch of bright red.

It was like a shadow like a flame god, moving forward more and more, and with every step of the way, the coercion was a little stronger again, which was very terrifying.

"Bang !!"

The next moment, some people were pierced by thunder, some people were burning flames, some people were entangled by the storm, etc., and then flew out directly, and then fell to the ground, blood spurting wildly.

The sage figure of the Sage Palace outside the battlefield stretched out his hand and lifted those who had been badly injured into the air and carried them outside.

This is obviously a person who can't support the coercion of the holy monument, but he is dead on his shoulders, and in the end, because he can't bear it, he is hit hard.

Even those who are followed by the top demons are out one after another and can't hold on.

Jun Mo Linbian also has people who are difficult to support, but Mu Qingxue is still fine, just a shadow trembles, and then returns to normal.

There is also a miracle about this holy monument, that is, the stronger you are, the stronger the coercion it brings.

At this moment, Qingyin's body trembled slightly, her face showed an extremely painful look, and suddenly, she spit out a mouthful of blood, her body trembled violently, and her body retreated backwards, directly out of the battlefield.

Then the pressure dissipated invisibly, and Qingyin's gaze looked at Jun Molin's side.

Xiao Wuji, Xu Qianyu, and the Purple Lightning Thunder Tiger are still persevering, but she is a disciple of the Eight Sages Mountain Feather Sage, but she can't support it first.

There was a hint of loss in her beautiful eyes, and Qingyin knew that it was probably because she had an extraordinary status in Baxian Mountain, and she was a woman, and she was spoiled by her master, so she experienced very few storms and waves, and she had not suffered such pain, and she was weak in terms of cultivation will to resist pressure.

A superior family background does not mean that talent is necessarily better.

There are many descendants of those top forces, but the really dazzling ones are all out of it.

The person who stands out is either extremely talented or determined!

"It's not even as good as a tiger. Qingyin looked at Ye Futianhou's Purple Lightning Thunder Tiger, this demon beast has been very quiet, but he didn't expect that it was not a mortal demon, and his will was so firm.

She didn't know what happened to the Purple Lightning Thunder Tiger, her parents fell in the mountains and forests when she was a child, and then she was almost devoured by a giant python.

This person and a tiger have gone through many ups and downs, and Xiaohu's cultivation will has long been very tenacious, especially that his goal is to surpass Jun Molin!

"Bang, bang, bang!"

There were people out of the game, and soon, the lineup of 3,000 people was probably only about 2,000 people left, and the slowdown gradually slowed down, but there were still people who were withdrawn from the battlefield because they couldn't support it.

At this time, in the battlefield, the imperial family Emperor Jiutian, the shape is straight, and there is an incomparably bright imperial road light blooming out, and he looks particularly sacred, like a young emperor, domineering.

It was clear that he was fighting against the power of the monument.

In the other direction, Yun Ze of Cloud Dream City was fluttering, invincible, his eyes opened there, looking at the Holy Monument, Zhou had a terrifying momentum blooming, it seemed that the Holy Monument did not bring him much burden.

Sword Pavilion, Su Zheng Zhou's murderous aura was vertical and horizontal, roaring and moving, cutting off the will to invade.

The nine swords of the nine swords of the sword mountain roared loudly, flying around the circle, and the will of the sword was extremely powerful.

Those top demon figures, unwilling to be left behind, are also very strong-willed, so they have the strongest endurance, and even dare to resist the invading will attack head-on.

At this moment, Jun Molin was also resisting coercion, but his face was no longer as indifferent as before, but faintly strange.

His king's secret was involuntarily activated, and the terrifying coercion and the powerful will emanating from the Flame Divine Shadow could actually be absorbed by his soul!

It seems that he can practice with the help of the Holy Monument!

Then everyone saw a strange scene, sometimes there were flames burning, sometimes thunder jumping, sometimes stars flowing, and so on.

Everyone's eyes fell on Jun Molin, and they were all a little strange: "This guy is actually cultivating with the help of the Holy Tablet?"

"Damn!

"Why can't I do it?!"

"It's too shocking!"

......

Some people were even hit hard and began to curse.

After a moment, a voice came from the ladder, "It's okay." ”

As soon as the words fell, the nine-faced holy monument flew directly into the air, roaring towards the direction of the Holy Dao Palace, many people took a long breath, and felt relaxed in an instant, but those top demonic figures did not react much, and they were very calm.

Only Jun Mo Lin was a little lost, he was reluctant to give up his love for the Holy Monument, and he was almost a little bit more able to transform his soul power into the power of his soul.

The realm of the divine soul is equivalent to the realm of the spiritual venerable. There are very few soul cultivators who have cultivated to this point. Because soul cultivation is too difficult and too painful.

After Jun Molin glanced at it, several people disappeared, and now there were only Mu Qingxue, Ape Batian, Xiao Wuji, Xu Qianyu, Purple Lightning Thunder Tiger, Ye Xiao, as for Qingyin and Ling Bingyi, none of them were able to persevere.

This made him feel a little pity, because next, there were candidates for the disciples of the Sage Palace.

The huge battlefield, with only a thousand people left, makes it seem extraordinarily empty, but the people who remain on the battlefield today are all real Tianjiao characters, without any moisture.

On the periphery of the battlefield, countless people looked at the crowd that remained on the battlefield, among them, there were strong people from all over the wasteland, and there were also many people from Wancheng Island, and they also had some faint expectations in their hearts.

The rest of the story will really get to the point.