Blue Essence Chart Chapter 15: How could it be me?

The geniuses above the dark altar have dark mist rising under their feet and penetrate into them.

Ji Yuantong also regained consciousness in the open space.

"Nine are eliminated today?" Ji Yuantong glanced at his eyes, and his heart sank, "I am ranked 92nd out of a hundred people?"

How proud he is.

Since I was a child, I have been arrogant of my peers. The brothers and sisters in the family can't look down on them, and the family has also cultivated him, hoping that the Ji family will have another powerful demon.

This time, at the beginning of Yuanshan Mountain, he only regarded ‘Mengchuan’ as a competitor. But the final assessment of the final selection, but a stick smashed him, he was almost at the bottom.

"Their inner will is stronger than me?" Ji Yuantong looked at the geniuses above. Many of them were never taken by the world. He hadn’t put it in his eyes before, but these The geniuses are slowly stepping up, but he has stopped and is out of the game.

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"The potential of Ji Yuantong is greatly discounted, and I hope that other gods and demons have strong roots and don’t be surprised." The gods and devils watching the battle thought.

Yuanchu Mountain of course attaches importance to those geniuses with strong roots, high realm, and high fighting talent, and hopes that they will not appear too fatal in the last item of "inner will".

Step by step, one talent after another fell down.

"Hahaha..."

Sudden laughter came from the gods and demons.

Because this group of geniuses is the smallest, the youngest 13-year-old genius ‘Yan Chitong’ walked to the 22nd floor and stopped, and his eyes became dark. King Donghe also smiled and moved Yan Chitong down.

"Xihaihou, your son is very good."

"Yes, you can walk to the 22nd floor of the Dark Altar at the age of thirteen, which is amazing."

"The age of thirteen is still in the process of mental growth. It is indeed excellent to reach the twenty-second floor." These gods and demons all commented with a smile.

Yan Chitong, still a teenager.

Ji Yuantong is already an adult. Adults generally have mature minds. But still only to the seventeenth floor, it really makes many gods and demons worry.

"Actually lost."

Yan Chitong also regained sobriety, watching the large number of geniuses on the dark altar, and was quite unwilling to clenched his fists, but when he glanced at Ji Yuantong around him, he grinned.

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Thirty floors are the lowest limit that the mountain gods and devils believed in the early Yuan Dynasty.

Fortunately, the other geniuses who are most valued by the gods and deities have passed this minimum limit. Twenty-six of the 100 geniuses failed to reach the 30th floor.

"Huh?"

"Chu Yong also stopped?"

The gods and devils frowned slightly.

The first genius of the prestigious king capital, Chu Yong, stopped at the 38th floor, and his eyes became dark, like a sculpture.

Although the minimum limit has been crossed, the score of "Thirty-eighth floor" is really mediocre, and even belongs to the level of "middle and lower reaches" among a hundred people.

but immediately followed

Princess Li Ying, and ‘Jin Huan’, second only to Meng Chuan in speed, stopped at the 39th floor.

"What?"

"The three of them stopped one after another."

East River King and others frowned a little. This time, there were ten strong roots besides Yan Chitong. It was Chu Yong, Yan Feng, Meng Chuan, Yan Zhu, Zong Sha, Li Ying, Jin Huan, Ning Yibu, Dong Fang, Ji Yuantong. Except for Yanfeng, these ten are because of the adventure, and the other nine are extremely talented, so they are cultivated by the family.

The spiritual realm and the foundation of the gods and demons are very high. Ji Yuantong stopped at the 17th floor, which made people feel sad. Chu Yong, Li Ying, and Jin Huan also stopped at the 378th floor. It's just a middle-low level among 100 people.

Soon, the most powerful "Dong Fang" stopped at the 43rd floor, which is of a medium level, ranking among the 50 or so people.

"Half of the ten gods and demons are strong, half of them are below the 50th floor." The gods and demons watched calmly. In their expectation, the gods and demons had nothing to do with their inner will. Sixty-one of the 100 geniuses failed to reach the 50th floor, and five of the ten gods and demons with strong foundations did not reach the 50th floor. This is a normal ratio.

Time passes.

Geniuses are walking up step by step.

Ning Yibu stopped at the 59th floor and was removed from the dark altar.

"Huh?" After Ning Yibu recovered, he looked up and saw that the geniuses remaining on the dark altar had the 60th slowest layer at the moment. "There are eighteen geniuses remaining on the dark altar."

Among the geniuses he followed, only Meng Chuan, Yan Zhu, Zong Sha, and Yan Feng were still walking slowly on the dark altar, which was very difficult.

Meng Chuan felt trapped in a nightmare that was difficult to wake up, but could sense the existence of his body. It's like that half-dream half-wake state.

"This is all illusions, all are fake."

"Go on."

Meng Chuan strives to stay awake and has a strong will to control the body and keep the body walking.

The illusion continues to overshadow Mengchuan’s consciousness of falling into the abyss. Many memories begin to blur and begin to confuse real memory and illusion. Does it seem that the illusion is true?

"Awake, stay awake." Meng Chuan roared consciously.

"Can't hold on to this illusion? Do you want to kill all the monsters?" Meng Chuan roared inwardly.

He is angry.

Angry is influenced by illusions.

Further angry, the more obscure the memory, the worse the consciousness. The illusion is more real.

Becoming a soldier, he and his companions are facing a siege of monsters on the battlefield, and their companions die one by one.

"Unstoppable, unstoppable. How can I stop so many monsters on my own, and they will be killed." I and my only companions were in fear, and monsters flooded into countless numbers. Number, but few of them are few. Each companion was shredded and blood sprinkled on himself.

Fear of fear and despair fills my heart.

Finally, there is only one person left on this battlefield! The companions were all dead, and countless monsters rushed to the ground.

No hope!

It's over!

"How could this be me?"

"So weak, so afraid! How could it be me?"

A roar rang in my heart.

That is anger.

Angry’s own weakness, anger is not his own!

"I Meng Chuan is dead, and I have to kill. I can kill one, I can kill ten, and I can kill ten." Will not die! "

Meng Chuan's will is condensing, getting rid of these illusions, and becoming more sensitive to the body.

Meng Chuan recovered part of his sobriety, and his memory was much clearer.

He remembers that he was still walking on the dark altar.

"Go on."

"Dongning House, those weak and ordinary people, for their children, use their bodies to resist the claws of monsters."

"The three elders, for the sake of the young people, use their lives to resist."

"Generations, all rush upwards."

"I am also one of them, will I be afraid of the demon clan?"

"I have sworn to slay all the demon races! Then slash my weakness and my fear first!"

Meng Chuan's will is condensing, continue to step up.