In the battlefield, chaos still broke out. As time went on, fewer and fewer people were still able to stand, and the vast battlefield no longer seemed crowded.
Ye Futian and the others stood calmly in a prescription position. Since the Holy Fire cult was defeated, no one dared to find fault again. Not only Ye Futian, but many top figures stood on one side, and no one dared to move unless they took the initiative to wipe out others. Out.
Finally, on the ladder, the old man who presided over the battle opened his mouth and said: "Truce."
When the voice fell, many fighting people dispersed, the nine-character halo of the nine major directions was dim, and then the light curtain disappeared.
This violent chaotic battle ended here. Looking at the figures who were still standing on the battlefield, many people were a little bit emotional. There are so many powerful people, and now there are only three thousand people left.
The three thousand people who are still standing on the battlefield are already regarded as talents from all sides of the deserted state.
Afterwards, many figures flickered in the Most Holy Dao Palace, bringing down the dead and wounded, and clearing the battlefield. Among the crowd, strong men of the Holy Flame took away Diao’s body, and their expressions were exceptionally indifferent. Only Xie Ji is still on the battlefield. Hopefully, in the next battle, he can truly show his edge and avenge Duao.
Soon, the battlefield was cleared, and the positions of the three thousand people had long been staggered. Standing in that battlefield space, the old man on the ladder looked at them and continued to speak: "Next, there will be a sacred monument coming to the battlefield. If you can’t bear it. , Then withdrew from the battlefield, three thousand practitioners, only one thousand will be left. These thousand people are candidates for disciples of the Palace of the Most Holy Way. Many of them can become disciples of the Palace of the Most Holy Way. Can withstand the coercion of the holy stele."
Today, among the three thousand practitioners selected, there are still people who are still being sheltered. For example, the top powers, such as the royal family, the Zhuge family, and the Baiyun City, are not alone. Even Ye Futian and the others are all in a group. Together, many people joined forces in the previous chaos.
Therefore, although these three thousand people are relatively good people, they have not yet been screened out.
Next, under the pressure of the holy stele, one thousand practitioners were selected from the three thousand practitioners, who are the real disciples that the Most Sacred Dao Palace wanted to select and officially became candidates.
Starting from the Jiutiao Sacred Road, each level of selection will select the most outstanding figures in Huangzhou.
"Next, no foreign objects are allowed. Anyone who resists the coercion of the holy stele will be directly out of the game." The strong above the ladder continued to speak, only to see a few strong ones flashing and descending everywhere behind the crowd. An invisible coercion was released from his body, which seemed to be isolating the battlefield.
"Please holy stele." The strong man on the ladder said, the vast and endless land has become extraordinarily quiet, and the people watching from a distance are looking in the direction of the most sacred road palace. On the ladder, there are nine shining paths. An incomparable brilliance shone, and a whistling sound came, and then they saw a holy stele flying down from the ladder, like a spirit, descending from the sky.
The holy steles are huge steles. Each stele seems to contain different powers. When they fly down, everyone below feels a little trembling in their hearts and feels an invisible coercion, this coercion. It is very powerful, even in my mind, there are already artistic conceptions.
"Boom, boom, boom..." The nine-faced sacred stele descended from the sky, directly at the foot of the Zhishengdao Palace, directly in front of the crowd. The huge stele is three feet high and sits there in an arc.
"Bang, bang!" A sound came out. When the holy stele fell, there were many grunts, and many figures were directly retreated, and their footsteps continued backward.
For practitioners, the strength of spiritual will is the key to practice, and it is a kind of talent in itself, and it is a very important talent.
If the spiritual will is weak and the cultivation height is limited, this is the reason for the selection of the holy stele, and here you can only rely on yourself, and others cannot help.
If it doesn't work, it will be out.
Ye Futian stepped back at this moment, stabilized his figure, and stared at the holy stele directly in front. He saw that the holy stele was fire-red. When he looked at the holy stele, he felt that he was from the holy stele. A terrifying flame body walked out of the stele.
This body is extremely huge, like a flame god, stepping on a terrible step, oppressing him step by step, he can't help but want to retreat, but thinking that this is a test in itself, he naturally understands that he cannot retreat.
The attack of the spirit will is a very wonderful power. It does not seem to be the substance, but it is no different from the substance attack. Ye Futian knows that the holy stele is still standing there, but what he sees at this moment is no longer the same. The sacred monument, but this step by step towards him, to burn him out of the crushed figure.
He feels that his mental will and body are burning, and it is very painful. The figure seems to be far and close, walking towards him step by step, but it is still unable to reach, but the pressure is getting stronger and stronger, and it is almost impossible to support. .
The fire of the sun shone and bloomed, and a round of sun appeared behind Ye Futian, and the flame will power bloomed. He closed his eyes and endured a strong burning meaning without fear of pain. Even he was feeling the terrible flame power contained in it. .
"Jieyu." Ye Futian yelled softly, a little worried that Hua Jieyu, the holy stele fell from the sky, it is simply a person to bear boundless pain, a little carelessness is a breakdown of will.
In fact, this test can also use the posture of a strong man in the Most Sacred Taoist Palace to release coercion, but people are selfish and cannot ensure absolute fairness. The so-called holy monument is consistent with everyone and cannot bear it, so it is eliminated.
Hua Jieyu was also particularly painful at this time. She sat next to Ye Futian, with an invisible mental force released from her body, enveloped her body and resisted the pressure.
"boom!"
Someone's body was penetrated by thunder and flew out, then fell to the ground, vomiting blood, the sage figure outside the battlefield stretched out his hand, lifted the person in the air, and took the person outside. This is obviously an unsupportable but deadly person. Finally, he was hit hard because he couldn't bear it.
Those who followed the top enchanting evildoers were also out of the game one after another, unable to hold on.
Ye Futian also had a disciple from the Star Academy who could not support it. Even Qin Yin’s body trembled slightly, with a very painful expression on her face. Suddenly, she vomited a mouthful of blood, her body trembled fiercely, and her body retreated back. Directly out of the battlefield.
The pressure dissipated invisible, Qin Yin looked towards Ye Futian, Xuanyuan Bashan, Xie Wuji, and Zui Qianshou were still insisting, but as the beloved daughter of the Jiu Xian Mountain Wind Sage, she couldn't hold it one step ahead. .
There was a sense of loss in her beautiful eyes. Qin Yin knew that it was probably because of her extraordinary status in Jiuxian Mountain and the fact that a woman was doted by her father, so she experienced little and never suffered such pain. Appears weak.
A superior family background does not mean that talent is necessarily better.
There are many descendants in those top powers, but the truly dazzling ones are all those who stand out from the crowd.
"Unexpectedly, it's not as good as a eagle." Qin Yin looked at the black wind eagle behind Ye Futian. This monster has been quiet, but he didn't expect that it was not a mortal monster.
There were people getting out of the game, and soon, the lineup of 3,000 people only left about 2,000 people. The rate of slowing has gradually slowed down, but there are still people who are being withdrawn from the battlefield because they can't support it.
At this time, in the battlefield, Huang Jiuge of Zhuren had a straight figure, with three incomparable imperial auras blooming out of his body. His whole body was sacred, and he seemed to be contending with his will, and he was extremely overbearing.
In the other direction, Baiyun City's Baize clothes fluttered, and he was unstoppable. He opened his eyes there and looked at the holy stele, as if he hadn't been disturbed too much.
Listening to Xuelou Xu Que's murderous surroundings, roaring and cutting off the will to invade.
Behind Yan Jiu, the nine swords cried clankly, flying around him, his kendo will is extremely fierce.
Those top enchanting figures have long understood the will of the princes, and their spiritual will is strong, so they can withstand the strongest, and even confront the invading will attack.
Ye Futian is still resisting the pressure of the will, but he did not use the power of the imperial will, otherwise this pressure will not affect him. It is a test. He wants to feel how strong the pressure of the sacred monument is. This is for cultivation. If it is beneficial, in future battles with others, you will inevitably encounter strong-willed figures from the princes who directly oppress and attack with their spiritual will.
Gradually, Ye Futian adapted to the coercion of the flame will. Although the coercion was still terrifying, like a flame burning his spiritual will, Ye Futian was already able to withstand it. He opened his eyes and turned towards the second holy. Looking at the stele, the holy stele on that side was purple, and the holy stele seemed to be entwined with endless thunder brilliance.
When Ye Futian's eyes fell on the holy stele, countless lights of thunder came, and the terrifying thunder will rushed into the spiritual will. His body couldn't help shaking, and the endless thunder wandered on the surface. Every ray of thunder will is like lightning struck on the body, and the invisible space appears as a thunderstorm that destroys everything above the head, from which stands a domineering figure of Thunder God, releasing thunder power to attack him.
At this moment, Ye Futian had the immortal spirit of the will of the stars in Ye Futian's mind. Under that terrible thunder will attack, the will of the stars was constantly decimating, as if if he continued, his will would really collapse and die.
The star guardian will continue to collapse, but Ye Futian's spiritual will has a ray of thunder shining, and it continues to grow stronger and stronger.
Before long, a terrible thunder dragon appeared in his mind, releasing the endless thunder brilliance to counter the invading thunder power. He wandered around with thunder power, becoming more and more violent, turning into a thunderstorm of destruction. .
"Is this the power of thunder will." Ye Futian looked forward, as if the light of thunder and lightning flashed, and under the pressure of the holy stele, he actually understood the will of the prince of thunder and lightning.
The sacred stele, borrowed from the insight, seems to be used for spiritual practice!