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

The Great ordered.

This emperor looks like he is only in his fifties, and his momentum is majestic.

Immediately, an old man stepped out.

"Wait a minute, I will burst out of pressure and press on you, you resist with all your might, as long as you can resist thirty breaths and can stand firmly, you will be promoted successfully, and those who can't bear it will be eliminated directly!"

The old man spoke.

Many people's hearts moved, this method is simple.

A group of people directly together, oppressed by breath, and those who can resist are directly promoted.

In this way, the efficiency is really high, and some of the ones that are not strong in cultivation can be quickly screened out.

"Let's go!"

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

Lu Ming judged that this old man was a powerhouse of the True Emperor Realm.

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

"Senior, please be merciful, I can't stop it!"

The young man yelled, feeling like his body was going to be crushed into flesh.

"Go down!"

The old man spoke indifferently, controlling his breath, and the pressure on the young man's body suddenly lightened, and he hurriedly rushed off the battle platform, panting heavily.

"It's really beyond my power to dare to come to power in the Ming Saint Realm!"

"This is a battle of ten places, it's not a small place, and even the Ming Saint Realm dares to go up, it's ridiculous!"

A lot of people shook their heads and laughed.

The battle of the Ten Lands brought together the strongest Tianjiao of the Ten Lands, and it was really not enough to see the Ming Saint Realm.

The young man's face turned red.

In fact, there is not just one, but many such young people.

Plop! plop...

On the platform, a large number of young people knelt down and vomited blood.

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

The battle of the Ten Lands is really touching people's hearts, and it is the first time in history that countless people have paid attention to it.

Many young people want to perform on such a stage and hope to be noticed, so many people who are not high in cultivation want to participate.

A large number of people vomited blood, and finally rushed off the platform and were eliminated directly.

And as time passed, the pressure that erupted on the old man's body became stronger and stronger.

Later, even the Tianjiao of the Great Sage Realm couldn't resist it and was eliminated.

In the end, out of more than a thousand people, only about a hundred managed to resist thirty breaths.

Of course, the state varies, and some people are shaking, sweating, gasping for breath, and obviously have done their best.

And some people are light and breezy, and their complexions are as usual, and they are relaxed.

Those who make the cut, the list is retained, and they can move on to the next round.

"You have also seen that if the strength is not good, don't sign up, so as not to bring humiliation on yourself and get injured!"

The middle-aged emperor spoke.

Many young people looked ugly, and finally sighed helplessly.

They wanted to show it, but in fact, they weren't even qualified to participate, not even a foil.

The Battle of the Ten Lands is a stage for the real Tianjiao.

As long as you can fight in the ten places and get a place, 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 once again burst out and pressed towards the young man on the platform.

This time, the situation is much better, 1,000 people, a full 500 or so people enter the next round.

Because those who are not cultivated enough, they know that they can't get by, and they will only get injured if they go up, so they don't sign up.

Then, the screening continues.

"Xiangxiang, Mo Li, Qiu Yue, Phoenix Spirit...."

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

They are all here, and they are all in the Southern Theater of Operations.

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

"I'll go up too!"

Lu Ming smiled and began to sign up.

He didn't rush to recognize Xiangxiang and them.

"What's the name?"

On the stage of registration, someone looked at Lu Ming.

"Tianyun!"

Lu Ming said.

"Leave your breath!"

The other party said.

Lu Ming nodded, leaving a wisp of breath, which was good to distinguish his identity.

Then, Lu Ming stepped onto the platform.

"I'm rice-haired, poor monks are unscrupulous!"

As soon as Lu Ming stepped on the platform, he heard a Buddha horn from behind.

Lu Ming's eyelids jumped, this voice, Lu Ming is too familiar, although he hasn't heard it for more than ten years, he will definitely not forget it.

Lu Ming turned around and saw a slightly chubby young monk stepping on the platform.

Unscrupulous monk!

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

At the beginning, when he was in the Divine Desolate Continent, Wuliang and Wuyue set off one step ahead of him and came to Yuanlu, and they have not seen each other for more than ten years.

Unscrupulous monks, the same as more than ten years ago, are still the same, not the same at all.

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

"My rice hair, donor, you are staring at the poor monk like this, isn't it, you have taken a fancy to the poor monk? It's a pity, you are a man, if you are a beautiful woman in the city, the poor monk can be considered!"

The unscrupulous monk said with a smile.

"Death to the side!"

Lu Ming pouted, this guy hasn't changed at all.

"Donor, how do I feel that we are familiar, there is a familiar feeling, it's over, it's over, how can I feel this way about a man?"

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

"Get out!"

Lu Ming scolded, and at the same time was shocked, this unreliable monk, his spiritual sense is really keen, he used the Divine Breath Technique, but the unscrupulous monk still felt it.

"Amitabha!"

Then, another Buddha horn sounded, and several young monks stepped onto the platform.

"No moon, no dust!"

There are a few people, Lu Ming still knows.

The Moonless Female Bodhisattva is also an acquaintance of the Divine Desolate Continent.

The other one is the dustless of the Boundless Temple, one of the sons of heaven who controls the law of cause and effect.

Soon, on the platform, there were about a thousand more people, and the old man of the True Emperor Realm began to burst out of breath, and everyone seemed to be pressed against a mountain.

However, this pressure is nothing to Lu Ming, and he doesn't feel much.

Lu Ming saw that there were a few people without conscience, no moon, and no dust, and the same was true, his face was calm, and he didn't react at all.

"It seems that after coming to Yuanlu, Wuliang and Wuyue, their strength has also been amazingly improved!"

Lu Ming thought to himself.

The cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism, Lu Ming was already very unfamiliar, and he found that he couldn't see through the cultivation of a few young monks at all, as if there was a brilliant golden light in their bodies, covering up their own cultivation realm.

Thirty breaths, in the blink of an eye, they all passed the level with ease.

"My hair, donor, have we met before? Or you have a relationship with my Buddha, why don't you shave your ordination and join the Buddha's sect!"

Unscrupulous came to Lu Ming's side and said with a smile.

"Let's play!"

Lu Ming waved his hand and walked off the platform alone.

(End of chapter)