All my disciples are sand sculpture players

"！"Before everyone present could react, a huge coercion suddenly descended on everyone!

The pressure of the God Transformation Realm!

"This is the power of the Divine Realm!!!"Many people shouted wildly, each one trembling, kneeling directly on the ground, unable to move.

This pressure is truly the pressure of the seventh-level God Transformation Realm! The ordinary Tiandan Realm, under this pressure Under the pressure, he couldn't even move!

However, there were a few figures present who were not afraid of the pressure of the God Transformation Realm!

"I am Long Wu!!!"The dragon Wu next to He Yiming directly burst out the blood of the True Dragon Clan and the Five-clawed Golden Dragon Clan! The terrifyingly powerful True Dragon bloodline is comparable to the level of an immortal! Naturally, it can withstand the pressure of the God Transformation Realm.!

"Boom boom boom!"At the same time, there were several human monks who directly erupted with the aura of cultivation at the peak of Nascent Soul Realm. With their powerful cultivation, they were able to withstand this pressure! There are also descendants of the True Demon Clan with more than 60 demon marks. There are the blade demon clan, the lava demon clan, and other strong demon clans, who also resisted this pressure.

"Damn, what a powerful pressure!"The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Bloods was very embarrassed. His face was pale, and he could barely resist it by using all his cultivation.

The disciples of Ancestor of Ten Thousand Bloods were even more unbearable. They were half-kneeling on the ground and could not even stand up. Each one They all looked extremely pale.

At this time, most of the people in the audience were under great pressure, and a few people were kneeling on the ground unable to stand up.

Only a few people could rely on their own talents and blood to compete head-on!

But there is another way The figure was like a spring breeze, facing the pressure of the God Transformation Realm, but he didn't even feel anything!

That was...

He Yiming!

"？？？"He Yiming had questions in his mind at this time.

What the hell?

Why don't you feel anything?

If the people around him hadn't looked like they were about to be crushed, He Yiming would have thought that these people were playing him?

Beside He Yiming, Supa Beita and others felt a little pressure, probably... that was the level of water pressure for swimming.

It's icy, cool, and a little comfortable!

"How can it be?"As soon as the ancestor of Wanxue turned around, he immediately vomited blood.

Because just persisting was extremely draining!

As a result, He Yiming's side was calm and didn't feel anything at all. Several disciples beside him, There are still people eating skewers, but they don't take the pressure of the God Transformation Realm into consideration at all! You can be arrogant... but you are too arrogant, right?

"Boom!"At this moment, Zhen Lingye waved his hand!

Twelve jet black gates suddenly rose slowly and appeared in front of everyone.

Each jet black gate was exactly the same, except that there were different numbers engraved on the gate. to twelve

"Choose a gate and pass the test inside the gate to gain the status of a tower climber!"

"If you want to give up at any time and say"Give Up" silently in your mind, you will be teleported out!"

……

Zhen Lingye said again, without a mouth or a sound, the sound directly rang in everyone's mind.

"Choose a door?"Many people's expressions changed.

At this time, the pressure of the God Transformation Realm still existed.

This led to a few people desperately finding that under this pressure of the God Transformation Realm, they could not even walk there. You can't do it in front of the twelve doors!

Others may still be struggling with how to choose!

But the moment the pressure of the Transformation God Realm dropped, I was actually eliminated!

"I give up……"

"give up!"

"I give up too……"

……

Many figures struggled for a while, but found that they were completely unable to resist the pressure of the God Transformation Realm. If they continued to stay, they would only be crushed alive, so they could only silently give up in their hearts in pain, and then turned into a ray of light and teleported out.

"Which door to choose?"

"Choose this one!"

"I choose this……"

……

Many people present made their choices quickly, and without much hesitation, they strenuously stepped into the door of their choice.

More and more people began to make their choices and soon disappeared within the twelve gates.

However, He Yiming remained motionless.

The Wanxue Patriarch and several disciples beside He Yiming also did not move.

"Brother He, you need me……"Long Wu glanced at the ancestor of Ten Thousand Bloods and knew what the other person wanted to do, so he said

"No, I'll do it myself!"He Yiming nodded and thanked him, but still rejected Long Wu's kindness.

"Well, then Brother He, let me take the first step! Hope to see you again on Level 1!"Long Wu smiled and chose the door numbered 5 and stepped in.

Soon, there were only two groups of people left in the hall.

He Yiming and Ancestor Wanxue

"Everyone is gone, you don’t have to be secretive anymore!"He Yiming turned around and looked at Ancestor Ten Thousand Bloods.

This guy is quite arrogant. When there were many people, this guy didn't even make a move.

"Ha ha ha ha! I didn’t expect, He Yiming, that you are so arrogant!"The ancestor of Wanxue couldn't help but laugh.

Unexpectedly, He Yiming did exactly what he wanted and stayed until the last moment.

Now that there is no one left, why don't he just do whatever he wants?

"He Yiming, once you step here, you can do whatever you want! You are really stupid. Everyone was here just now. If you left, I might be a little more wary and not dare to take action! But now, no one can save you!"The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Bloods said with a smile.

"Ouch, really?"He Yiming nodded, not taking it seriously.

"Nascent Soul Transformation! The Blood Demon God!!!"The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Bloods didn't talk nonsense. With a low roar, the Nascent Soul Transformation formed by a thousand meters of blood exploded!

"Hahaha, your kid has just broken through to the Nascent Soul not long ago, so he probably hasn’t condensed his own Nascent Soul Transformation yet, right? What a pity, you have to die here today!"Ancestor Ten Thousand Bloods said ferociously.

Several disciples of Ancestor Ten Thousand Bloods were even more arrogant.

"Hahaha, He Yiming, you are dead! All your treasures will soon be ours!"A disciple of the Ancestor Wanxue was half kneeling on the ground. His nose was bleeding and his face was pale, but he still roared wildly.

"Yes, you are finished, hahahaha! Phew!"The other disciple was even worse. He was lying on the ground and vomiting blood while talking.

"Soon, you will know how powerful my master is!"One of the disciples was gasping for air as he said it, as if he would die at any time.

He Yiming waited quietly for these B's to finish mocking, and nodded to show that I understand. It was the first time to climb the tower, and He Yiming was still a little nervous. Yes, watching the performances of these B's can relieve the tension. Isn't that nice?

After watching the performance, it will naturally be over!

"A heaven-shaking seal!"Then He Yiming raised his hand, and his peak Nascent Soul Realm cultivation suddenly exploded, directly condensing into a 10,000-meter-large hand, and crashing down! With one slap, the Ten Thousand Blood Ancestor, his Nascent Soul Transformation, and several disciples were transformed. All turned into meat sauce!

"The peak of Nascent Soul!!! No!"Before the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Bloods died, he opened his mouth and discovered...

Damn it!

He Yiming is actually at the peak of Nascent Soul Realm?

I didn't see through He Yiming's cultivation level. It's not that He Yiming's cultivation level is low or he deliberately hides it...

Purely It's He Yiming whose cultivation level is higher than his own!

"Ahhhh!"Several disciples of Wanxue Ancestor could only scream and were beaten to death!

As everything calmed down, He Yiming stretched out his big hand and took these guys' storage rings into his hands, and swept his spiritual consciousness

"Damn, pauper……"He Yiming curled his lips and casually entered his own little world of Five Elements.

If the ancestor of Wanxue wants to kill him, He Yiming will not be polite!

Slap him to death! Clean!

Why do we keep this kind of enemy? Are you making dumplings for Chinese New Year?

"True spiritual night! seen……"

"The Supreme Being!!!"

……

But at this moment, Zhen Lingye fell down from the sky, touched the ground with one knee, and knelt in front of He Yiming, and a voice sounded at the same time.

"！"He Yiming was stunned instantly!