437: C437 Recruitment of Disciples(11)

C437 Recruitment of Disciples(11)

After six hours and five hundred people, there were only about fifty or so people left. Moreover, there was still about half of them left, and they looked like they were on the verge of exhaustion; at most, they could last for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

In eight hours, there were only eighteen people left, and every rookie had to deal with them. They were the same type of enemies as himself, and he knew both the heart and the devil.

A slender figure with a Xuan Artifact in his hand, covered in blood, was severely injured. However, he could not kill his own heart demon in this big battle on the altar. What should he do?

I believe that this is the thoughts of every single preliminary disciple on the third floor of the Myraid Swords Tower.

However, when faced with the malevolent inner demons, without special seals and methods, he wouldn't even be able to persevere for two hours.

To be able to fight till now, even a rookie like Li Jun had no choice but to say: "How abnormal."

Even back then, he himself, not only was his Power of Spirit Senses strong, his Body Refinement Stage large success, and his Qi Refining had reached the early stage of the Profound Moon Stage, he was also a great alchemist and was hundreds, if not thousands of times richer than ordinary cultivators.

But on the third floor of the Myraid Swords Tower, on the sacrificial altar, while he was fighting his Inner Demon, he had only lasted four hours.

Moreover, most of the preliminary disciples would have been ambushed and killed by the inner demons. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to eliminate nearly four hundred and fifty thousand rookies in just two hours.

Back then, Lee Er himself had been sneakily attacked by his inner demons when he was distracted, right?

Not only was he severely injured, he was also in a completely one-sided situation. If not for the "Heavenly Bead Artifact Spirit" teaching him a sealing technique, he would have long become a "Generation Devil Cultivator"!

It could be said that among the eighteen people in front of him, even he himself, at the Profound Core Stage, did not dare to guarantee that he would be able to do better than these rookies in front of him.

"Indeed, there are many talented people out there. A new generation of people would replace the old generation. The new generation would push the previous waves forward, and the previous waves would end up dying on the stalls." Liu Fen and the others sighed.

Even if they had used countless Heavenly and Earthly Treasures and increased their number of Spirit Root, their talent was still there. This was a fact that no one could change, and their achievements were very limited.

These were all Myriad Swords Sect disciples, and only then did they know how difficult the first three floors of Myraid Swords Tower were. Back then, how long did they last on the first floor?

Now, not even a single rookie had reached that level. It was infuriating.

After five hours, there were still twelve people left. Lee Er could tell that each of them had the strength to behead the inner demons themselves.

But at the core position of the third floor's passageway on the "Myraid Swords Tower", if they fought a great battle on the altar, they wouldn't be able to kill the demons in their hearts. This was what made the twelve rookies depressed.

Everyone was getting more and more seriously injured, while his own inner demons were completely unharmed.

"Junior Brothers and Sisters, if you don't have any methods to solve the inner demon, senior brother doesn't want you to lose your lives here, how about we just withdraw?" "You just need to shout a surrender and you can be sent out," someone said, trying to persuade him.

This voice rang in everyone's ears, even the little loli was so angry that the roots of her teeth itched. She had nowhere to vent her anger on and could only use all of her strength to attack her inner demon in order to divert her attention away from foreign objects.

Actually, this was already abnormal enough. If they were not at the Myraid Swords Tower, they would have already successfully killed off their heart demon at the altar at the end of the third floor's passage.

This was also "Sword Monarch". Searching for the final disciple was extremely harsh. It could be said that he was extremely picky. He just wanted to curse and curse. Wasn't this equivalent to suicide?

If Lee Er did not appear, how many heaven's pride level experts of the younger generation would have died here?

"Senior brother, what kind of test is this? It's simply deliberately preventing us from passing this stage. It's really purposefully making things difficult for junior brother." One of the evildoers couldn't hold on any longer and began to retort.

"No, no, no, no one passed before, I still know that, but since your senior brother came, he immediately cleared the level. However, brat, you still have a stubborn temper, if you don't have any tricks, just admit defeat." Lee Er said lightly.

Actually, these twelve perverts had entered a dead end and did not ask to kill the inner demons. No matter what method they used, they only needed to trap him, seal him, and open the stone door behind them.

However, not everyone was as abnormal as Lee Er. One must know that on this thousand metre large altar, it was as if his heart demon, under the condition of equivalent strength and Grand Perfection, had teleported.

These twelve rookies knew very well. How could they win?

However, all the techniques and techniques that they were thinking of were all known by the heart demon. Then, there was only one last method left, to break through the cultivation level or to comprehend a deeper level of martial skill, only then would they be able to win.

However, after six hours had passed, all 12 rookies had been eliminated.0

Every single one of them had a bloody nose and face. They were limply lying on the ground gasping for breath and powerless to move. Their consumption was enormous. Even if they were ordinary people, they could easily take care of them and beat them up on the ground.

"This Large Competition is the end. Congratulations to all of you for becoming members of Myriad Swords Sect disciples with outstanding performances," Lee Er appeared in front of them.

A satisfied smile could be clearly seen on his face. He sincerely welcomed Lou Cheng without putting up a show.

At this moment, none of them had been suppressed by the Myraid Swords Tower. Amongst the twelve people, seven or eight of them had already reached the "late stage of the second stage of the Heavy Wheel Stage" and four of the rookies had even reached the "early stage of the third stage of the Heavy Wheel Stage".

This caused the faces of the disciples behind Li Jun to turn ugly. This was only just entering the sect, yet his strength was already comparable to the strength of the ancestors of a second-rate sect. How could he allow others to live?

However, these were all expressions of "jealousy, envy and hatred", and even Lee Er was dumbstruck. He originally thought that their cultivation level s were at most at the Profound Marquis Stage, but he never expected them to have Profound King Stage, and that they all had strength above the late stage.

A few of them were rogue cultivators and had no cultivation resources at all. For them to be able to reach such a level, it was truly embarrassing.

It could be said that Li Jun's cultivation level s were all stoned with pill, they were all stocked with pill s at the beginning, but in the later stages, the required energy and pill s were simply too terrifying, because Heavenly Bead s also needed energy to recover.

Therefore, the further one went, the more important it was. On the contrary, Lee Er had to rely on himself to find a lucky chance in order to smoothly achieve a breakthrough.

Compared to the four or five rogue cultivators in front of him, he was simply too wasteful.

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