Vol 4 Chapter 15: How could it be me?

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The geniuses above the dark altar had black mist rising under their feet and penetrated into them.
In the open space, Ji Yuantong also recovered.
"Nine have been eliminated now?" Ji Yuantong glanced at his eyes, and his heart sank, "I'm ranked 92nd out of a hundred people?"
How proud he is.
He has been arrogant to his peers since he was a child, he can't look down on the siblings in the family, and the family has also cultivated him, hoping that the Ji family will have another powerful demon.
In this initial mountain entrance examination, 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 Tiandi Qizhen. He hadn't put it in his eyes before, but these geniuses were all Going up slowly in a step by step, he has stopped and is out of the game.
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"The potential of Ji Yuantong is greatly discounted. I hope that other gods and demons have strong foundations, so don't be surprised." The gods and demon watching the war 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 deadly in the last item of "inner will".
Step by step, successive geniuses fell.
"Hahaha..."
Laughter suddenly came from the gods and demons.
Because the youngest among these geniuses, 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 when you are 13 years old. That's 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 laughed and evaluated.
Yan Chitong is 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 consciousness, watching the large number of geniuses on the dark altar, not clenched by his fists but rather unwilling, but when he glanced at Ji Yuantong around him, he grinned.
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The thirty-story floor is the lowest limit believed by the gods and deities in the early Yuan Dynasty.
Fortunately, the other geniuses whose roots they value the most are all past this minimum limit. Twenty-six of the 100 geniuses failed to reach the 30th floor.
"Ok?"
"Chu Yong also stopped?"
The gods and devil 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 it passed the lowest limit, the achievement of "38th floor" was really mediocre, and even belonged to the level of "middle and lower reaches" among 100 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."
Donghe Wang and others all frowned slightly. This time, there were only ten strong roots besides Yan Chitong. It was Chu Yong, Yan Feng, Meng Chuan, Yan Ju, Zong Sha, Li Ying, Jin Huan, Ning Yi Bu, Dong Fang and 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 level of spiritual practice and the foundation of the gods and demons are very high. Ji Yuantong stopped at the 17th floor and it made people feel sad. Chu Yong, Li Ying and Jin Huan also stopped at the 378th floor, which was only among a hundred people. The lower middle level.
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 fifty layers." The gods and demons watched calmly. This was in their anticipation that there was no connection between the spirits of the gods and the 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 flies.
The geniuses are walking up step by step.
Ning Yibu stopped at the 59th floor and was moved out of 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. "Eighteen geniuses remain on the dark altar."
Among the geniuses he followed, only Meng Chuan, Yan Ju, Zong Sha, and Yan Feng were 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.
"These are all illusions, all are false."
"keep walking."
Meng Chuan strives to stay awake and has a strong will to control the body and let the body continue to walk.
The illusion continued to overshadow Mengchuan’s consciousness of falling into the abyss. Many memories began to blur and began 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 was angry.
Anger is influenced by illusions.
But angry again, the more obscure the memory, the more sinking the consciousness. The illusion is more real.
He became a soldier, and he was facing siege with monsters on the battlefield, and his companions died one by one.
"Unstoppable, unstoppable. How can I stop so many monsters on my own, and they will be killed." I and my remaining companions were in fear, monsters flooded in countless numbers, and There are very few of them. All the companions were torn apart and blood spilled on themselves.
Panic and despair filled 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!
Finished!
"How could this be me?"
"So weak, so afraid! How could it be me?"
A roar rang in my heart.
That is anger.
Anger is weak in itself, it is not yourself!
"I Meng Chuan is dead, and I have to kill. I can kill one and kill one, and I can kill ten and ten." Meng Chuan will roar, "I Meng Chuan, I will never fear the demon race! I 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 remembered that he was still walking on the dark altar.
"keep walking."
"Dongning House, those weak and ordinary people, for the sake of 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 are rushing up."
"I am also one of them, how can I fear the demon clan?"
"I have vowed to slay all the demon races! Then slash my weakness and my fear first!"
Meng Chuan's will is condensing, continue to step up.