Chapter Twenty-Nine: Beat Yourself

Above the ninth floor, it is natural that Wanli is standing here.

The sword momentum is known to Tianyang Academy and the others, and in fact, what Wan Li has mastered is the consummation of sword intent.

As soon as the sword intent opened, it was no exaggeration to say that the sword and one person were as smooth as chopping melons and vegetables.

If someone from the elf clan was here, Dinghui was amazed that he was invincible under the martial marquis that the clan said at that time, and it was true.

But when he got here, Wan Li paused.

There was only one person on the ninth floor, who was all in black before, but now he could see his face clearly.

That was the appearance of his previous life, the state of the Divine Void Martial Emperor when he was young.

Wan Li was a little touched, except for the stone carvings in the academy, he was able to see his previous appearance again.

"At this level, it should be to challenge yourself."

"Although there is a little less agility, but this tower can conjure up my previous life, according to the soul transfiguration, it's a little interesting,."

Wan Li smiled lightly and nodded secretly.

It was like killing himself with his own hands, and this feeling had no effect on Wan Li at all.

Swinging a sword casually, the sharp intent made the air stagnate.

On the other hand, the illusion did not pounce like the previous opponent, but raised his hand, put his fingers together, and the earth-shattering aura suppressed the entire space.

"A broken finger?"

Wan Li squinted.

If the illusion can perform the fame of the Divine Void Martial Emperor, it will be a bit terrifying.

In fact, as Wan Li thought, the shattered finger of the illusion, a little light annihilated all things, and wiped out the sword qi that Wan Li cast.

Swish.

Wan Li's footsteps moved a step to the left, but he still didn't dodge, and the broken finger instantly penetrated the position of his left shoulder, leaving a bloody hole.

"Know where I'm going to move?"

This is the first time I have been injured since I was reborn, and I was still injured by myself.

Wan Li's eyes narrowed, and his expression gradually became serious.

If you are drawn into the illusion, will the broken finger not lead to the vision of heaven and earth?

Thinking in his heart, Emperor Wu's strength is the top in the world, and the broken finger is too famous, and it is easy for opponents to find the source.

At the same time, Wan Li's two fingers were also brought together, slowly concentrating.

"It's not just you."

Whispered.

Immediately, the two pointed at each other, and the monstrous aura emanated from this ninth layer, and the two gazes collided in mid-air, and a strong wave of shock shook in an instant.

The floor was shattered, and because it was an illusion, it was immediately repaired by the Tower of the Illusory World.

Under one finger, no one wins.

But Wan Li noticed that this illusion had infinite energy, but they couldn't grind it all the time through the consumption of each layer.

"Then it's a quick battle, it's just an illusion, and I really think I'm the Divine Void Martial Emperor."

Now Wan Li, holding a sword in his right hand, turning his fingers into his left hand, and pointing out with a broken finger.

The illusion had no other tricks, and it was also a one-finger bombardment.

The space inside this floor shook, and Wan Li felt like it was about to collapse, but the outside was normal, and there was no change at all.

The spatial fluctuation ended, and Wan Li's figure pierced out of it in an instant, and the spirit sword in his hand pointed directly at the eyebrows of Emperor Wu's illusion.

It's just that the reaction of Emperor Wu's illusion is still strong, and he wants to avoid it to the left with a step, and at the same time wants to burst out.

"Sure enough."

In the next breath, Wan Li's spirit sword suddenly appeared in the position where the illusion of the Martial Emperor moved, and a sword pierced out of the heart, turning into fragments and dissipating.

"Looks like we have to change this step to the left."

This problem was discovered after Wan Li was poked in a blood hole with one finger.

Thinking back to previous battles, I didn't have to fight many times to correct my problems.

So if you have this problem, you will naturally have illusions.

Putting away the spirit sword, his breath converged, and Wan Li slowly walked towards the last layer.

I thought there was still a fight, but I didn't expect that there was nothing on the tenth floor, only a stone tablet erected there.

At this time, Wan Li also breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he almost perfectly found the flaw and cleared the customs quickly, he also consumed too much spiritual power in his body, and he would be tired if he was a human being.

Walk to the stele and there is a passage engraved on it:

All kinds of Buddhas, but a glance at the clouds, can see this passage here, which shows that your strength is almost invincible to your peers.

But the road to the Tao is full of suffering, so send a word of proverbs, which has been handed down from ancient times, and I obtained it by chance, which can suppress ten thousand demons.

This passage is like a dying predecessor passing on his life's experience to future generations.

Immediately after, underneath the text, a faint word was engraved.

Untie!

Of all things in the world, although Wan Li was a martial emperor in the previous life, he was knowledgeable, but there were also blanks.

For example, the one-word mantra in front of me, I heard that the most powerful Buddha Temple and the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect of the year had the secret art of the one-word mantra.

It is most effective against monsters.

"Interesting."

Smiling, Wan Li reached out and pressed it.

Scold.

I saw that the dim interpretation suddenly lit up, glowing with golden light, fell from the stone tablet, and floated in the air.

Just as Wan Li was about to step forward to grab it, the golden light emitted by the golden proverb became more and more vigorous, enveloping Wan Li.

With a whoosh, the word was printed on his forehead, Wan Li closed his eyes tightly, and the word slowly disappeared.

An inexplicable force poured into his body, filled with the majestic power of heaven and earth, washing his body again.

The realm rose gradually, rising three levels in a row, and stepping into the seventh order of martial spirits.

When everything returned to calm on the tenth layer, Wan Li opened his eyes and sighed: "Being a Martial Emperor is still too short-sighted. ”

In a word, it can also be understood as unloading, slackening, and dismantling.

To put it more intuitively, it is to disintegrate all things.

"With this skill, thousands of large arrays can go."

Behind the stele, there was a door of light, and it was supposed to be the door to leave the Tower of the Illusory World.

Wan Li bowed down to the stone monument and thanked him, and stepped into the light gate.

Shout.

Wan Li had already breathed in the fresh air of the martial arts arena, raised his hand to block the dazzling sunlight, and after getting used to it, he glanced at the crowd.

"How?"

Finding that everyone was stunned, he couldn't help frowning and asking, and then looked at Tianyang Academy, the three people in Shicheng had all come out, and Luo Shuang was still inside.

"You ......"

The old dean of Luomen Academy pointed at Wan Li, wanting to ask something, but he felt that something was wrong.

"You're past the tenth floor?"

Brahma Palace Yunyan asked in a deep voice, his tone a little hurried.

"How so?"

Wan Li couldn't help but ask rhetorically, if their performance in the Illusory World Tower was seen by them, the consequences would not be ideal.

"Those who are exhausted are ejected by the Tower of the Illusory World, without exception, and you are the one who came out."

No one in this Illusory World Pagoda has ever reached the tenth floor, not even the peerless disciples of the Brahma Palace.

It is only open to the realm of military generals, and Jing Yang and the others of the first order of military generals who participated this time can still enter under the mobilization of Yunyan.

As far as the disciples of Brahma Palace are concerned, with the peak of martial arts, it is really impossible to challenge the fifth order of martial arts.

With the Holy Son of the Brahma Palace in the world, the current military commander is at the peak, he entered the Phantom World Tower at that time, and he only broke through to the eighth floor!

I see.

Wan Li shrugged his shoulders and replied indifferently, "Yes, I stepped into the tenth floor. ”