Accompanied by the words of the ancestor Yideng, this time it was Master Xinghuo, walking towards the pagoda solemnly.
"Taoists are profound in Buddhism. Remember that the sea of suffering is boundless, and you should not be attached to everything."
It seems that because they are all Buddhist cultivators, the ancestor Yideng had a good impression of Master Xinghuo, and he slightly nodded.
"Yes, senior." Master Starfire bowed respectfully and stepped into the pagoda.
Soon, among the first three levels of the pagoda, the green light was lit up in turn, and the greenery was very beautiful.
White only represents passing, but green represents excellence, which shows that Master Xinghuo's cultivation base is significantly better than Master Lihuo.
However, shortly after stepping into the fourth-story stupa, a black glow instantly filled.
Black means failure!
Wow!
The next moment, the streamer flashed, and Master Starfire appeared in front of everyone in an embarrassed appearance.
"Senior, the poor monk is ashamed of not having enough Dharma." Master Xinghuo was a little ashamed.
"You can reach the fourth floor without being injured, it's already very good, next one." The old voice of an ancestor once again resounded through the audience.
Next, another six or seven testers walked to the pagoda one by one.
But these people, without exception, are all broken on the fourth floor.
Time was like water, two hours passed quickly.
At this moment, apart from Deng Jiuling, only one old man in black robes did not participate.
"Brother Black, you have to work." Mo Hu said with a fist.
"The old man is also an eighth grade grandmaster anyhow, and he will definitely not disappoint you, Master Tiger this time." The black robe old man said proudly.
Among the testers just now, there were actually eight-rank masters, but they all failed to break through the fourth level.
But the black robe old man came from the Western Regions, he was a horizontal training master, and he was the pinnacle of the eighth rank, very powerful.
This person can be designated by the Mohist school to Mohu, of course it is not trivial.
Under the eyes of everyone, the black robe old man strode to the shooting star, all the way to the trial tower.
"Fellow Daoist, I wish you every success!"
Even the old ancestor who had been facing the dead fish face of the group of heroes, looked at the gaze of the black-robed old man, and couldn't help but smile a little more.
Even the ancestors of a lamp are sure of the black-robed old man, and all the heroes sink in their hearts, knowing that today's champion must be the black-robed old man.
"Mo Fei, in front of this young master, you will always be a scum!" Mo Hu triumphed, raising his middle finger.
"My eldest brother will definitely win the championship, who can have the last laugh, that's not necessarily true!" Mo Fei retorted unceremoniously.
Under all eyes, the black robe old man stepped into the trial tower.
After a stick of incense, in the first three levels of the pagoda, all blue light was shining brightly, making everyone's eyes a little lost.
"Blue light, this is the realm of perfection!"
"too strong!"
"The champion of the third level of the battle of inheritance must be Master Mohu!"
The crowds shook, and they all admired.
Seeing the black robe old man so powerful, Mo Tiger couldn't help smiling and triumphant.
However, the next moment, a bright red light lit up the fourth-story stupa.
Boom!
In this scene, the crowd was shocked.
Red represents death!
The black-robed old man, among the heroes, had the highest overall strength, and he actually died on the fourth floor of the stupa
hiss!
The group of heroes in this scene shook, and couldn't help but breathe in air-conditioning.
"Next, Deng Jiuling." An indifferent voice from the ancestor of a lamp resounded across the sky in an instant.
As soon as the voice fell, the gazes of the heroes, like the tide, all looked at Deng Jiuling.
The broken halberds of eight consecutive masters and the tragic death of the black robe ancestor made everyone secretly sweat for Deng Jiuling.
"Big Brother Deng, younger sister and you live and die together. If you die, I will never live alone." Mo Ruxue smiled miserably.
"Deng Jiuling, I don't allow you to die, you want to die with me and you!" Mo Wu also turned pale with a pretty face and a trembling body.
"Brother, let's just give up, Mo Fei has a big deal to give up the inheritance sequence, just leave the Mo Family." Mo Fei said excitedly.
"Ruxue, Mo Wu, Afei, don't worry, I will definitely win."
Deng Jiuling laughed, and his eyes were full of pride and pride: "For two sweet wives and a good brother who is daring to each other, I, Deng Jiuling, will succeed too!"
After speaking, Deng Jiuling stopped talking, holding the Azure Dragon Yanyue Sword, all the way to the trial tower.
Everywhere they went, everyone shook their heads and looked at Deng Jiuling, full of pity and mockery.
When Deng Jiuling passed by the ancestor of Yideng, the ancestor of Yideng suddenly spoke:
"Deng Jiuling, you have a good talent. If you are willing to kneel down and surrender and be a dog for the Mo family, the old man can accept you as a disciple and persuade Master Mo Yu to let you go.
Boom!
As soon as this word came out, the group of heroes shook.
Even those Mohist disciples are incredible.
Among the three hundred and sixty ancestors of the Mo family, Yideng ancestor may not be the strongest ancestor, but it is the top three ancestors.
Even Mo Yu, the son of Nanhai, can scold the ancestor with white eyebrows like a dog, but still respects the ancestor Yideng.
More importantly, the ancestor of Yideng is a direct ancestor of the Mo family, and his seniority is very high.
If the ancestor of Yideng really wanted to accept Deng Jiuling as his disciple, then Mohu's default inheritance qualification would be challenged by Mo Fei!
If Deng Jiuling really becomes a disciple of the ancestor of Yideng, then all the crises Deng Jiuling has encountered will be solved.
Even with the help of the ancestor of Yideng, it is possible that Deng Jiuling married Mo Wu and became the head of the Mo family.
This sudden change in painting style made Mohu's face pale, and his gaze at Deng Jiuling was full of bitterness and sorrow.
Such a shocking temptation, as long as it is a normal man, he will know how to choose.
However, facing the burning gaze of the ancestor of a lantern, Deng Jiuling laughed and said proudly: "I, Deng Jiuling, would rather stand and beg for food than kneel and be a dog!"
After that, Deng Jiuling no longer paid attention to the ancestor of a lamp, and proudly stepped into the trial tower.
Boom!
The next moment, Shimen closed, and Deng Jiuling's figure disappeared.
"What an arrogant little baby, since you are so obsessed, the old man won't let you leave this tower alive!"
A lamp of the ancestor's eyes was ferocious, and a burst of true energy turned into a strong wind, and instantly fell on the stone tablet with the word "Demon Tower" written on it.
Click!
What no one found was that the position of the nine-story demon tower had changed its angle in an instant.
What I don't even know is that the difficulty of the trial tower is actually divided into multiple levels.
The first difficulty is normal difficulty!
The second difficulty is difficult difficulty!
The second difficulty is hell difficulty!
Ordinary Mohist disciples can obtain resources and enjoy benefits only by passing ordinary difficulty.
The outside testers, as well as these foreign aids today, all enjoy the difficulty.
As for the son of Nanhai, Mo Yu, he challenged the difficulty of hell.
At the age of twenty, Mo Yu was able to become a master because he challenged the difficulty of hell.
To Mo Yu, the difficulty of hell is an opportunity and a challenge, and to others it is a hellish nightmare!
"You kid is only nineteen years old, even if the talent is the same as Mo Yu, it is impossible to pass the fourth floor!" Stroking the white beard, the ancestor Yideng sneered.
When Mo Yu was 19 years old, he could only get through the third level of Hell Difficulty, and finally broke the fourth level of the halberd.
Even if it was Mo Yu's 20-year-old Grand Master, he still couldn't get through the fourth level of hell.
Moreover, when Mo Yu broke through the barriers, the ancestors of Yideng were all guarding the law. As soon as they saw that something was wrong, they would immediately stop the mechanism so that Mo Yu could teleport and escape.
The ancestor of Yideng originally thought that Deng Jiuling had a good talent and was an extremely rare talent, and this moved his heart to accept disciples.
Unexpectedly, Deng Jiuling didn't know what was good or what was wrong, and he was not ashamed, and didn't give any face, so that the ancestor of a lantern was ashamed in front of the crowd.
Angrily, the ancestor Yideng naturally moved to kill, secretly modified the difficulty of the trial, and planned to use the trial tower to kill Deng Jiuling.
The ancestor of Yideng is kind, but this kindness is only for Mo family and friends.
For potential enemies, the ancestor of a lamp has always been decisive and will not leave any troubles.
Chopping the grass without removing the roots, the spring breeze blows and regenerates!
Deng Jiuling is a peerless genius who has a chance to step onto the peak. If you don't take advantage of him to get rid of him now, then waiting for Deng Jiuling to become stronger in the future will be very troublesome to get rid of Deng Jiuling.
This is the plan of the ancestor Yideng!
At this moment, Deng Jiuling, who didn't know everything, was standing in a daze in the pagoda.
On the wall of the pagoda, a portrait of the Ksitigarbha king appeared.
On the left side of the portrait, it reads: "If hell is not empty, I will swear that I will not become a Buddha."
On the right side of the portrait, it reads: "The Hades is up, the little monk worships."
The horizontal batch was written: "Guardian of the underworld."
"Could it be that the Ksitigarbha King is from the Hades?" Deng Jiuling was a little weird.
Wow!
During the meditation, the sky was full of darkness.
The ground cracked, and headless corpses climbed up from the cracks in the ground.
This is not an illusion!
Through the eyes of God, Deng Jiuling was stunned to discover that these were real scenes!
"What a weird pagoda!" Holding the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand, Deng Jiuling looked serious.
"cut!"
Tear!
Deng Jiuling's swordsmanship is all over the sky, lighting up the pagoda in an instant.
However, after the sword light passed, these headless corpses still hopped forward, without any influence, and rushed to Deng Jiuling fiercely.
"I understand, the world of Zeng where I live is not real, but a virtualized world of spiritual power!"
Deng Jiuling's pupils shrank, and finally understood what was going on.
All this in front of me is actually an illusion.
But it was different from the illusions that Deng Jiuling encountered in the past, but in this illusion, Deng Jiuling was also virtual.
Because everyone is virtual, everyone is also real.
In other words, Deng Jiuling's soul is now separated from his body, and his soul has entered an illusion.
If Deng Jiuling died in the illusion, his soul would die, and his body would soon wither and turn into a corpse.
Even if Deng Jiuling is not dead, if he can't leave the illusion, he will still turn into a living dead.
"Yideng this old thief, he is definitely on trial, increasing the difficulty!"
Deng Jiuling is not a fool, he guessed the truth instantly.
Even Deng Jiuling took a look at the trial token and found that he couldn't crush it, and couldn't send it out at all.
"What a vicious old man, even my escape route was cut off!" Deng Jiuling looked fierce.
Jie Jie Jie!
During meditation, those headless corpses had already surrounded Deng Jiuling and began to launch a thunderous attack.