"Wait for thirteen people to obey the order."

A month later, the figure of the Wandering Son appeared on the vast platform where the Holy Son competed, looking down at the thirteen figures on the thirteen stone platforms at his feet.

Hearing his words, the thirteen people all looked up at Wuyouzi. And they are the top thirteen in this Holy Son's competition.

Among the thirteen people, Dongfang Mo's figure was among them.

At this time, he stood on the stone platform with his hands behind his back, smiling, and there was a sense of victory in his smile.

He glanced at the other twelve, and apart from him, he saw that five of the twelve were demon clan monks.

The Silver Thunder Clan and the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan men were among them, and the other three were a Black Snake Clan man and two imposing teenagers. Just from their appearance, he couldn't see the specific identities of these two people.

As for the Wood Spirit Clan monks, there were also five of them. The white-haired young man stood not far away with a smile on his face, and the other four were all young men who were not very old. Dongfang Mo had heard the names of the five sons of Mu Ling from the mouth of the monk surnamed Shu, but he didn't know if it was these people.

The last Terran monk, plus he only had three people, made up the smallest proportion of the three.

His gaze fell first on a monk with a sword on his back. This person is dressed in a black robe, with a resolute face and a tall figure, standing on the stone platform like a sharp sword out of the sheath, which makes people dare not look directly.

When he turned his head to look at another person, he saw that it was a young man holding a folding fan and wearing a moonlight robe.

Dongfang Mo really couldn't imagine that this person, who was in the same place as him in the Moonlight Cold Pool, would be able to come this far.

After shaking his head, he finally looked at the Wanderer.

At this moment, Wu Youzi also happened to speak, only to hear him say: "This time, the rules of the Holy Son's competition have changed."

"Has there been a change?"

Hearing this, the thirteen people couldn't help but look at each other.

And including Dongfang Mo, everyone looked at Wuyouzi in confusion.

"This time the battle of the Holy Son does not need to be contested to the end, you wait for the thirteen people to go to the Spirit Illusion Hall immediately, whoever can be the first to walk out of this hall is the Holy Son of the Green Spirit this time." Wu Youzi said loudly.

"What?"

"Psychic Hall?"

The crowd obviously didn't expect the wanderer to say such a thing. And the Spirit Hall, most people have never heard of it. From the words of the wanderer, it seems to be an illusion or something.

You must know that in the past, after entering the top 100, the Holy Son would compete one by one, carefully selected, and strive to select the strongest one with strength to become the Holy Son of the Qingling Dao Sect.

And as Wu Youzi said today, all thirteen people entered a place called the Spirit Illusion Palace, and the first person to walk out of the Spirit Illusion Hall was the Holy Son of the Qingling Dao Sect, this kind of thing was unheard of.

Therefore, everyone present couldn't help but be suspicious. There is even a hint of bad premonition in the hearts of some people.

If this Spiritual Illusion Hall is really related to the illusion, then if it is to be successfully passed, it is closely related to a person's heart, soul, and the strength of his divine consciousness. Although some of them are conceited and powerful, they are not strong in terms of divine consciousness and divine soul power, so it is obviously unfair to them.

Perhaps seeing everyone's doubts, the half-empty wanderer continued: "Don't worry, although the name of that place is the Spirit Illusion Palace, there are many other levels besides the illusion, which is a comprehensive test of strength in all aspects. ”

"Dare to ask the seniors of the Wandering Son, why did the rules of the Holy Son Contest suddenly change this time." At this moment, a man from the Wood Spirit Clan in green clothes among the thirteen people in the audience asked.

Hearing his words, the rest of the people all turned their eyes to Wuyouzi, waiting for him to answer. The same is true for Oriental ink.

"Hehe, this rule change was not decided by the Poor Dao, but by the sect master of my Qingling Dao Sect himself. As for why, you will know in the future, but Poor Dao doesn't want to explain anything to you now. The no-wanderer chuckled.

"This ......"

For his perfunctory answer, everyone looked at each other.

"Senior, this matter is really important to us, and I hope that my seniors can give me a definite reason to wait, otherwise we will be really uneasy." At this moment, the Silver Thunder Clan monk in the demon clan arched his hand and said in an urn voice.

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Wuyouzi's gaze instantly swept towards this person, and his gaze was as sharp as two sharp swords. In just this moment, the hairs of the Silver Thunder Clan monk stood on end, and a feeling of life hanging by a thread arose in his heart.

Perhaps he is the best among the monks of the same level, but in front of the no-wanderer who has cultivated in the One Realm, he is not much stronger than an ant.

"The poor way that should be said has been said, if you dare to say more, believe it or not, I will abolish you immediately." The cold voice of the wanderer sounded.

Hearing his words, the Silver Thunder Clan's face turned red, and he hurriedly said, "Late ...... The younger generation does not dare. ”

"Humph!"

Wuyouzi snorted coldly, and then withdrew his gaze. At the same time, the feeling in the Silver Thunder Clan's monk's heart that his life was hanging by a thread finally dissipated, and after a long sigh of relief, beads of sweat already appeared on his sideburns.

Seeing that this person was deflated, no one dared to anger Wuyouzi without opening his eyes.

After looking around at the crowd, Wu Youzi said, "After this month, I think you should all be almost ready, so let's start now." ”

After saying that, he waved his big hand, and in an instant, the thirteen people only felt that the stone platform under their feet was buzzing and trembling, and a white light lit up, and then the space wave turbulent.

In just a few moments, all thirteen people present teleported away, and the platform became empty.

……

When Dongfang Mo and the others reappeared, they were already standing in front of two thick white stone pillars, plus a door plaque above their heads that crossed the middle of the stone pillars. It's a door.

It's just that such a humble door Dongfang Mo has never seen.

The two pillars on the left and right of this door are more than 30 zhang high and more than 10 zhang wide. The two sides of this door are extremely empty, so this door is particularly lonely.

Strangely, inside this door, there is a gray-white smoke that makes it difficult to see the scene.

"This is the Spirit Hall, now wait and go in. Remember, this is the final hurdle, and it is up to you whether you can grasp the opportunity to become a Son. ”

At this time, the figure of Wuyouzi appeared in front of everyone, and said loudly.

As soon as his voice fell, there was a "boom", and the Silver Thunder Clan monk bore the brunt of it, and his body rushed towards the door like a lightning speed.

"Huh...... Swish...... Who......"

The rest of the people were not to be left behind, and without any hesitation, they followed this person half a step into it.

In this situation, a step behind could cause them to miss out on the position of the Son.

At this time, Dongfang Mo frowned, and glanced at Wuyouzi intentionally or unintentionally.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but the latter's eyes also looked at him and smiled at him.

Dongfang Mo knew that he was the Holy Son of the Green Spirit this time, so no matter what the Spirit Illusion Hall in front of him was, he only needed to do what the Wuyouzi had arranged, thinking of this, the mana in his body agitated, and his body turned into an afterimage, and in a flash, he disappeared in front of him, submerging into the gray-white smoke in the door.