Taoist students

Chapter 802 The Last Level

"There are 13 of you waiting for orders."

One month later, Wu Youzi's figure appeared on the vast platform of the Holy Son Competition, looking down at the thirteen figures on the thirteen stone platforms below.

Hearing his words, the 13 people all looked up at Wuyouzi.And they are the top thirteen of this Holy Son competition.

Among the 13 people, Dongfang Mo was among them.

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

He glanced at the other 12 people, and besides him, he saw that five of the 12 people were monks from the Monster Race.

Men from the Silver Thunder Clan and the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan were among them without accident, while the other three were a man from the Black Snake Clan and two imposing teenagers.Just from the appearance, he couldn't see the specific identities of these two people.

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

The last human cultivator, plus he has only three people, has the smallest proportion among the three races.

His gaze first fell on a monk carrying a long sword.This person was dressed in a black black robe, with a resolute face and a tall and straight figure, standing on the stone platform like a sharp sword out of its scabbard, which made people dare not look directly at him.

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

Dongfang Mo really didn't expect that this person who was in the same position as him in the cold moonlight pool, could go so far.

After shaking his head, he finally looked at Wu Youzi.

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

"Changes?"

Hearing this, the 13 people couldn't help but looked at each other in blank dismay.

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

"This time, the battle for the Holy Son doesn't need to be contested to the end. Let the 13 people go to the Hall of Illusions immediately. Whoever can walk out of this hall first will be the Holy Son of Qingling this time." Wu Youzi said loudly.

"what?"

"Phantom Hall?"

Everyone obviously didn't expect Wu Youzi to say such a thing.Moreover, most people have never heard of the Hall of Illusions.Judging from Wuyouzi's words, it seems to be an illusion.

You must know that in the past holy son competitions, after entering the top [-], they will face off one by one, carefully select, and strive to select the strongest one by strength, and become the holy son of Qingling Dao Sect.

And as Wuyouzi said today, all 13 people entered a place called the Hall of Illusions, and the first person to walk out of the Hall of Illusions was regarded as the holy son of the Qingling Dao Sect. This kind of thing was unheard of.

Therefore, everyone present could not help but have doubts.Some people even had a bad premonition in their hearts.

If this Hall of Illusions is really related to the illusion, then it is closely related to a person's character, soul, and consciousness if he wants to pass it successfully.Although some of them are proud of their extraordinary strength, they are not strong in spiritual consciousness and spiritual power. If this is the case, it is obviously unfair to them.

Perhaps seeing everyone's doubts, Wuyouzi continued: "Don't worry, although the name of the place is the Hall of Illusions, there are many other checkpoints besides the Illusion Realm. test."

"Dare to ask Senior Wu Youzi, why the rules of this competition for the Holy Son suddenly changed." At this moment, a man from the Wood Spirit Tribe in Tsing Yi asked among the 13 people in the audience.

Hearing his words, the others all turned their eyes to Wu Youzi, as if waiting for his answer.The same is true for Oriental ink.

"Hehe, this rule change was not decided by Pindao, but by the suzerain of my Qingling Dao Sect. As for why, you will know when you think about it in the future. Now Pindao doesn't want to explain anything to you." Wu Youzi A chuckle.

"This……"

Everyone looked at each other for his perfunctory answer.

"Senior, this matter is really important to us, and I hope that senior can give me a definite reason for waiting, otherwise we will feel really uneasy." Said loudly.

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Wu Youzi's eyes instantly swept towards this person, his eyes were as sharp as two sharp swords.In just this moment, the monks of the Silver Thunder Clan stood up all over their hairs, feeling a feeling that their lives were hanging by a thread.

Perhaps he is the best among the monks of the same level, but in front of Wu Youzi, who has returned to the same level of cultivation, he is not much better than an ant.

"Pindao has already said what should be said. If you dare to say one more word, believe it or not, I will immediately depose you." Wu Youzi's cold voice sounded.

Hearing his words, the monks of the Silver Thunder Clan blushed suddenly, and said hastily, "La...you don't dare."

"Humph!"

Wuyouzi let out a cold snort, and then looked away.At the same time, the feeling of hanging by a thread in the hearts of the monks of the Silver Thunder Clan finally dissipated, and after a long sigh of relief, beads of sweat emerged from his temples.

Seeing that this person is deflated, no one dares to offend Wuyouzi without opening his eyes.

After Wu Youzi looked around the crowd, he said: "After this month, I think you should be almost ready, so let's start now."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and all of a sudden, the 13 people felt the stone platform under their feet buzzing and trembling, and a white light lit up, followed by space waves.

In just a moment, all the 13 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 across the middle of the stone pillars.This is a door.

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

The two pillars on the left and right of this door are more than thirty feet high, and the width is more than ten feet.The two sides of this door are extremely empty, so this door looks particularly lonely.

The strange thing is that inside this door, there is a kind of gray-white smoke that makes people unable to see the scene clearly.

"This place is the Hall of Illusions, now you can go in. Remember, this is the last hurdle. Whether you can seize the opportunity to become the Son of God depends on you."

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

Just a moment after he finished speaking, with a "shua", the monk of the Silver Thunder Clan was the first to bear the brunt, rushing in towards the door like lightning.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Not to be outdone, the rest followed this person half a step into it without any hesitation.

In this situation, one step behind may cause them to miss the position of the Holy Son.

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

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

Dongfang Mo knew that he was the Holy Son of Qingling this time, so no matter what was in front of him, he just had to do as Wuyouzi arranged. The figure turned into an afterimage, disappeared in front of him in a flash, and disappeared into the gray-white smoke in the door.

(End of this chapter)