I, my cultivation of immortality started from a mortal

In order to make it more obvious, Lin Yi went all out and tore his own physical wounds.

"Oh, with this strength, I want to challenge and enter the sect, so I don't overestimate my ability."

"Let's break up, let's break up. He will be crushed by the ring soon. If he continues to stay, it will only waste everyone's time."

But not many monks responded. Those monks who lost their bets naturally wanted to see Lin Yi's crushing scene with their own eyes and relieve their depression.

There are also many monks who believe that Lin Yi can persist for more than twenty breaths, let alone leave.

The longer they persist, the greater their gains.

time flies!

Lin Yi looked extremely painful, but he never fell down. When thirty breaths passed, another sigh came.

The outcome of these people's bets is the same, with nothing gained.

"Actually, he was okay. He persisted for thirty breaths, but if he wants to persist for one hundred breaths, there is still a long way to go."

"Moreover, the power of the arena will continue to increase until it reaches the peak of high-grade profound weapons."

"He cannot persist in his current state even after reaching the pinnacle of high-grade profound weapons."

........

However, as time passed, Lin Yi's clothes became stained red with blood, and he looked extremely miserable. His body kept shaking, but he could still hold on.

"Forty breaths."

"Fifty breaths."

As time goes by, everyone's mentality gradually changes. The monks in the ring have indeed very strong willpower.

In such a desperate situation, you can still persevere. Can you do it?

Many people are shaken in their hearts and cannot do it. Their will has already collapsed and they have been crushed by the pressure of the arena.

Lin Yi's face was extremely distorted. You can imagine the pain caused to his body, and the wounds on his body were getting bigger and bigger.

It was so painful for him to act.

The physical body is really torn apart.

I was cursing in my heart, when will it end.

It would be enough to directly upgrade to the pinnacle of high-grade profound weapons in one step.

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

"Sixty breaths."

"I didn't expect that he actually persisted for sixty breaths."

"But in the current situation, he may really not be able to hold on any longer. He has been on the verge of collapse several times."

"Brothers who bet more than 60 interest, you have made a lot of money."

Betting at 70% interest, the odds are 20 to 1.

Some people bet heavily and win.

For a long time in the future, I won’t have to worry about resources, which is extremely enviable.

"What, he actually lasted seventy breaths."

"Next, the pressure in the arena will increase to the peak of high-grade profound weapons. As long as he persists for another thirty breaths, he will be able to break through the will level."

Many disciples were shocked. Lin Yi's physical body was indeed good, but without strong willpower, he couldn't persist to this step. But he did it.

It seems that in order to advance to the Nascent Soul stage, he has gone to extreme lengths of madness.

That's right, any monk who comes here to challenge is not a lunatic. They all have the determination to become a benevolent person if they don't succeed.

"Damn it, it caused me such a huge loss."

The faces of several monks turned green, and they vented all their grievances on Lin Yi.

The loss was too great. If Lin Yi fell, they would have gained extremely richly, but instead of just losing it, they lost a lot of resources.

boom!

The power of the arena has been raised to the peak of high-grade mysterious weapons. As long as you persist for thirty breaths, you can successfully break through.

Lin Yi breathed a sigh of relief, finally reaching the limit, but he didn't know how long it would last.

I hope it won't be long, it was too painful for him to act.

The physical wounds were even bigger, and cold sweat was oozing out, mixing with blood.

His feet were stained with blood.

In order to make the performance more realistic, at the moment when the pressure in the arena was raised to a high-grade Xuan-level earth weapon, Lin Yi directly fell to the ground.

"It finally fell. It will soon be crushed, crushed, and turned into blood mist."

Several monks were smiling and feeling extremely happy.

Everyone could only look at him with envy, but they felt unhappy in their hearts, as they were so lucky.

"Ok?"

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

I saw Lin Yi holding the ground with one hand and struggling to get up. In the process of getting up, he kept falling, but he was not crushed anyway.

"This isn't going to kill you?"

This thought arose in everyone's mind at the same time.

Still falling down, falling down again, falling down again...

Just ask who can persist in getting up after falling. At the moment of falling, the will will collapse instantly due to the huge test they have endured.

"Eighty breaths."

However, Lin Yi didn't really stand up. He didn't know when it would end. If he stood up, how would he continue to act? It would be better to fall down and get up again, and keep repeating.

However, during this process, it became increasingly difficult for Lin Yi to climb up.

"This guy is good."

Next to Patriarch Xuanyang, a monk appeared and the challenge bell rang. Naturally, other Nascent Soul stages would not ignore it.

Always keeping an eye on the challenges.

"Greetings to Patriarch Yunqing!"

.......

When the disciples of the Sanghun Sect saw the visitor, they did not dare to be presumptuous and hurriedly paid their respects.

"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 a trainee disciple. Please don't interfere."

Patriarch Yunqing said: "Old ghost Xuanyang, why are you so nervous? Who told you that I would accept him as my disciple?"

"Besides, even if I want to accept him as my disciple, what will happen?"

"Has he agreed to become your disciple? According to the rules of the sect, the disciples who challenge him and the ancestors of the sect have the right to release their willingness to accept disciples. Whoever they choose is the right to challenge the disciples."

Patriarch Xuanyang said: "Old ghost Yunqing, don't pretend to be confused because you understand. Although he didn't admit it directly, his meaning is very obvious."

However, Patriarch Yunqing just showed a faint smile.

Focus on Lin Yi.

"He can still get up after ninety breaths. What a joke."

"No, his will is indeed terrifying. If he didn't have a strong will, he would have been crushed. Look at his body, which is riddled with holes. He still has ten breaths left. I would like to see him successfully escape."

"Let's see its true strength."

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

"The top ten disciples of the inner sect are so terrifying, how could they take action personally? However, even if the top ten disciples hadn't taken action, it would be impossible for him to resist the other senior brothers."

"We can't be so absolute now. Before, many of us thought it would be impossible for him to persist for ten breaths, but he soon needed a hundred breaths and successfully broke through."

"I hope the top ten disciples take action. I haven't seen them take action for a long time, and I don't know how high their strength has reached."

.......

However, everyone's attention was temporarily focused on Lin Yi, who was getting closer and closer to One Hundred Breaths.

Lin Yi cursed endlessly in his heart, but it wasn't over yet.

When one hundred breaths comes, it's just time to fall down again.

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

Everyone held their breath.