Immortal Cultivation

In order to show it more clearly, Lin Yi tried his best and tore his own flesh wound.

"Heh, with this strength, he wants to challenge to enter the sect, he is overestimating himself."

"Disperse, disperse, he will soon be crushed by the ring, and staying here will only waste everyone's time."

But not many cultivators responded. Those cultivators who lost the bet naturally wanted to see Lin Yi crushing with their own eyes to relieve the depression in their hearts.

There are also many cultivators who believe that Lin Yi can hold on for more than 20 breaths and will not leave.

The longer he holds on, the greater their gains.

Time passes!

Lin Yi looks extremely painful, but he never falls down. When 30 breaths pass, another sigh comes.

The bets of these people ended in the same way, with nothing to gain.

"Actually, he was still okay, he lasted for thirty breaths, but he still had a long way to go to last a hundred breaths."

"Moreover, the power of the arena will continue to increase until it reaches the peak of the upper-grade Xuanqi."

"At this moment, he can't hold on, even after he reaches the peak of the upper-grade Xuanqi."

........

However, as time went by, Lin Yi's clothes were stained with blood, and he looked extremely miserable. His body was shaking constantly, but he could always hold on.

"Forty breaths."

"Fifty breaths."

The more time went by, the mentality of the crowd was gradually changing. The willpower of the cultivators on the arena was indeed very strong.

In such a desperate situation, he could still hold on. Ask yourself, can you do it?

Many people were shaken in their hearts and could not do it. Their wills had already collapsed and they were crushed by the pressure of the arena.

Lin Yi's face was extremely distorted. It was conceivable that the pain brought by the flesh was getting bigger and bigger.

He acted so painfully.

The flesh was really torn.

He cursed in his heart, when would it end.

Wouldn't it be better to directly upgrade to the peak of the upper-grade Xuanqi in one step?

But I can only continue to play along, hoping that it will end soon.

"Sixty breaths."

"I didn't expect that he could hold on for sixty breaths."

"But in the current situation, I'm afraid he really can't hold on any longer. He has been on the verge of collapse several times."

"Brothers who bet on more than sixty breaths, you have made a lot of money."

Betting on seventy breaths, the odds are twenty to one.

Some people bet heavily and win a lot.

For a long time in the future, there is no need to worry about resources, which is extremely envious.

"What, he actually held on for seventy breaths."

"Next, the pressure of the arena will be increased to the peak of the upper-grade Xuanqi. As long as he holds on for another thirty breaths, he can pass the will test."

Many disciples were shocked. Lin Yi's physical body is indeed good, but without strong willpower, he can't hold on to this step at all, but he did it.

It seems that in order to advance to the Nascent Soul stage, he has gone crazy.

That's right, which cultivator who came here to challenge is not a madman, and they are all determined to die if they don't succeed.

"Damn it, I suffered such a huge loss."

Several cultivators' faces turned green, and all their resentment was vented on Lin Yi.

The loss was too great. If Lin Yi fell, they would have gained a lot, but he just died like that, and they lost a lot of resources instead.

Boom!

The power of the arena was raised to the peak of the upper-grade Xuanqi. As long as he persisted for thirty breaths, he could successfully pass the level.

Lin Yi breathed a sigh of relief, finally reaching the limit, but it was not clear how long it would last.

Hopefully it won't be long, he acted too painfully.

The wound on his body was even bigger, and cold sweat was constantly oozing out, mixing with blood.

The feet were already stained with blood.

In order to act more realistically, at the moment when the pressure of the arena was raised to the upper-grade Xuanqi, Lin Yi directly pressed to the ground.

"Finally fell, and soon he will be crushed, crushed, and turned into blood mist."

Several cultivators smiled and were extremely happy.

Everyone could only look at him with envy, but they were unhappy in their hearts, and they had bad luck.

"Hmm?"

When the disciples of the Soul-Snatching Sect thought that Lin Yi was going to be killed, they saw an incredible scene.

Lin Yi supported himself with one hand and climbed up with difficulty. In the process of climbing up, he kept falling down, but he was not crushed at all.

"He is not dead?"

This thought came to everyone's mind at the same time.

He fell down, fell down again, and lay down again........

Who can insist on getting up after falling down? At the moment of falling down, the huge test he had endured before would instantly collapse his will.

"Eighty breaths."

However, Lin Yi did not really stand up. He did not know when it would end. If he stood up, how would he perform? It would be better to fall down, get up, fall down, and get up again, and keep going back and forth.

However, during this process, it was getting more and more difficult for Lin Yi to get up.

"This kid is not bad."

Beside the Xuanyang Patriarch, a cultivator appeared. The challenge bell rang, and the other Yuanying stage cultivators would naturally not ignore it.

Always pay attention to the dynamics of the challenge.

"Greetings to Patriarch Yunqing!"

.......

When the disciples of the Soul-Snatching Sect saw the newcomer, they did not dare to be presumptuous and hurried to greet him.

"Old Ghost Yunqing, I believe you have heard what I said. As long as he can pass the second level, I will accept him as an apprentice disciple. Don't interfere."

Ancestor Yunqing said: "Old Ghost Xuanyang, why are you so nervous? Who told you that I want to accept him as a disciple?"

"Besides, even if I want to accept him as a disciple, what's the problem?"

"Has he agreed to take you as his master? According to the sect's rules, the sect's ancestors have the right to release the intention of accepting disciples for the challenging disciples. It is the right of the challenging disciples to choose the specific person."

Ancestor Xuanyang said: "Old ghost Yunqing, don't pretend to be confused. Although he didn't admit it directly, his meaning is very clear."

However, Ancestor Yunqing just smiled faintly.

Focus on Lin Yi.

"Ninety breaths, he can still get up, what a joke."

"No, his will is indeed terrifying. If he didn't have a strong will, he would have collapsed long ago. Look at his body, it is already full of holes. There are only ten breaths left. I want to see him successfully dodge."

"Let's see his true strength."

"Everyone, if he successfully passes the first level, will the ten inner disciples take action?"

"The ten inner disciples are so terrifying, how could they take action personally? However, even if the ten inner disciples don't take action, he can't resist the other brothers."

"We can't be so absolute now. Before, many of us thought that he couldn't hold on for ten breaths, but soon it would take a hundred breaths to successfully pass the level."

"I hope the ten disciples will take action. I haven't seen them take action for a long time, and I don't know how strong they are."

.......

However, everyone's attention is temporarily focused on Lin Yi, who is getting closer and closer to a hundred breaths.

Lin Yi cursed in his heart, and it's not over yet.

When a hundred breaths came, it was time to fall down again.

At this moment, the pressure disappeared, and Lin Yi fell down.

Everyone held their breath.