Peerless God Lord

Not only Su Mo was confused, but everyone in the square was also confused. The Witch King did not enter the tower, but flew directly to the top of the tower!

Doesn't it count as passing the test if you don't pass through the three levels of space in the tower? This is too ridiculous!

At this time, the Witch King clasped his fists towards the high priest and others, and said in a deep voice: "High Priest, Four Priests, and core elders, I think there is no need for me to enter the tower, right?"

When the core elders heard this, they all looked at the two priests. They did not dare to make a decision with the two priests around.

"You don't need to go through this level! You pass!" the high priest said with a slight nod.

The Witch King nodded, with a smile on his face. He looked around the entire square, with overwhelming confidence on his face. No one could stop him in this selection of the Young Master!

The countless geniuses in the clan are just the audience to witness his glory.

When everyone saw this, they were all envious. They passed the level without having to go through the level. This is really irritating!

This is a bit of a trap!

However, there was no dissatisfaction in everyone's hearts, because this first level was an easy task for the Witch King, and there was no difference whether he passed it or not.

In the last selection of the Shaosi five years ago, the Witch King was as strong as Wu Ling. The two fought for more than ten hours. In the end, Wu Ling won by half a move and finally became the Shaosi.

Therefore, this first level is just a decoration for the Witch King, and there is nothing if you don't pass it!

Su Mo's eyes were indifferent. This person may be extremely powerful and confident, but he is also confident of winning.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! !

After a while, a large number of wizard geniuses no longer hesitated, and all moved and rushed towards the three-story pagoda.

Countless young geniuses from the Wu clan are like a long river flowing into the three-story pagoda.

Although the pagoda is not too big, it is a self-contained space, enough to accommodate hundreds of millions of warriors.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! !

A large number of geniuses filed in, and within a moment, no less than a million people entered the three-story pagoda.

Super geniuses such as Wu Tianyu, Wuma, and Wu Youlan also entered the tower one after another.

However, the number of people who entered the three-story pagoda was less than one-tenth of the people in the square, because many young people from the Wu clan had given up on entering.

After breaking through the third level of space, he had to fight against Shao Si Wu Ling of the same level. Although Wu Ling was not at his full strength, 70% of his strength was beyond the reach of countless people.

Therefore, many ordinary geniuses who had previously planned to participate in the selection simply gave up their plans to enter the tower.

They are also self-aware and know that there is no way they can become Shaosi, so they are not disappointed.

Whoosh!

When Su Mo saw that no one had entered the tower anymore, he raised his feet and was the last one to enter the tower door.

Buzzing~~

After entering the tower, the scene in front of Su Mo changed and appeared in a slightly illusory space.

He turned around and looked around, but no one else was found. It seemed that everyone had been quarantined on their own.

In the space in front of him, a young man in white stood quietly, looking at him quietly.

The face of the young man in white is relatively ordinary, and his body seems to blend into the surrounding space, giving people an ethereal and illusory feeling.

The aura on this man's body is not very strong, and his cultivation level is the same as Su Mo's, and he is also at the third level of the Martial Emperor Realm.

Su Mo knew that this was the projection of Wu Ling, the winner of the last Young Master selection.

However, Wu Ling's projection on this first level was only 30% of the opponent's strength, so he didn't care at all.

At this moment, Wu Ling's projection slowly walked towards Su Mo. Every step made the void vibrate, and a powerful momentum rose from his body.

Without saying anything, Wu Ling's projection suddenly pointed at Su Mo.

In an instant, a huge and sharp finger light, like a huge beam of light, stabbed towards Su Mo.

This light beam was like a huge drill. Before it reached Su Mo, it began to spin rapidly, crushing everything and making a loud roar.

Boom!

The finger light was so fast that it shattered the space in an instant and arrived in front of Su Mo.

"broken!"

The sword light flashed, Su Mo shouted sharply, and slashed towards Zhimang with his sword.

The sharp sword light, wrapped in soaring demonic energy, instantly struck the huge finger.

boom!

With an explosion, the fingerlight immediately shattered and turned into air currents surging in all directions.

"Die!" Su Mo kept moving and drew out his sword again, slashing three times in a row. Three huge black sword energy glyphs struck towards Wu Ling's projection.

The power of the three swords is astonishing, the demonic power is mighty, and the murderous intention is rolling.

Facing Su Mo's powerful attack, even if Wu Ling's projection immediately moved to block it, it was unable to block it at all.

Three sword energy attacks passed by, and Wu Ling's projection was immediately chopped into pieces and then dissipated in the air.

"It's really good!" Su Mo murmured to himself. This Wu Ling's projection, at the same level as him, was already very strong if it had 30% of its strength and had such combat power.

According to this calculation of combat power, at the third level, the opponent's strength is 70%. It is estimated that if he does not use the fighting spirit, it is really hard to say whether he will win or lose.

After a while, this slightly illusory space gradually became clearer, and a staircase appeared in front, leading to the upper floor.

Su Mo didn't hesitate at all and walked over to the second floor.

Outside, above the Holy Witch Square.

When Su Mo broke through, the outside world was already in chaos, because a large number of wizard geniuses spurted blood and flew out from the pagoda gate, falling to pieces.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! !

There was an endless stream, as if they were scrambling to be the first, and people kept flying back from the gate.

Some people were eliminated and seriously injured before even taking half a breath after entering the tower.

Even if they were fighting at the same level as Wu Ling's projection, even if the first level's projection was only 30% strong, most people would still be eliminated.

"Thankfully we didn't go in!"

"Yes! Otherwise, you won't be able to get through the first floor. It's really embarrassing!"

"It is estimated that there will be no more than 500 people who can get through the third floor and finally reach the top of the tower!"

Many people who had not entered the tower were talking about it, and they couldn't help feeling sad and secretly praising themselves for their foresight.

Many people looked at the top of the tower and saw the Witch King sitting cross-legged on the top of the tower, his eyes closed, indifferent to the situation of everyone breaking into the tower.

He is sitting on the top of the tower. Although he does not have any explosive momentum, he has the artistic conception of reaching the top and dominating the world.

You have passed the test without fighting. Who else deserves this kind of treatment?

Everyone was envious. This time, the Witch King probably won the final victory in the selection of the Young Master. This matter is almost certain.

Alternatively, Wu Ma and Wu Youlan also have some chances, but the chances are not very great. It is difficult for the two of them to shake the Witch King.

As for other super geniuses, the chances are very slim or even negligible.