The fourth level of the Tower of Trials.
Xia Ping used the power of the Understanding of Illusions to hide in the Abyss Battlefield for two hours. Although he was discovered along the way, he managed to escape unscathed.
With a beep, the Tower of Trials announced, "Passed the fourth level of the Tower of Trials. Trial Taker Wu Wudi has passed. You are allowed to enter the fifth level of the Tower of Trials."
"I finally passed."
Xia Ping took a deep breath. At this moment, the illusion of the Abyss World around him shattered like glass, and he instantly appeared in an ordinary dojo.
He saw that it was an ordinary dojo. There was not a single soul in sight, and there were all kinds of weapons placed all around.
"Is this the fifth level of the Tower of Trials? What kind of trial is there? "
Xia Ping was very curious. The first four levels of the Tower of Trials were extremely difficult, and the elements of the trial were different.
The first level of the Tower of Trials tested the soul. If the soul was not strong enough, one would be instantly defeated.
The second level of the Tower of Trials tested the defense. If one's defense was not strong enough, one would be pierced by the sword qi and die.
The third level of the Tower of Trials tested the magical power. Endless waves of beasts surged in, and each beast was extremely strong. Although they did not exceed the strength of the trial taker, the problem was that there were too many of them.
If the trial taker's magical power was not strong enough, even if he could survive for a period of time, he would be trampled to death by the endless waves of beasts and become their fertilizer.
The fourth level of the Tower of Trials tested survival. Just having strong power was not enough. One also needed wisdom and a little bit of luck. Even if one was strong and had monstrous talent, if he could not survive and grow to a certain height, it would be useless. Many peerless geniuses failed at this level.
But what would the fifth level of the Tower of Trials be about?!
At this moment, Xia Ping was very curious. He looked around at the dojo and waited for the trial to begin.
Boom!
At this moment, a beam of energy descended from the void and quickly condensed into a person.
This person was tall and sturdy. He was two meters tall and was an old man with eight abdominal muscles. He was wearing loose white training clothes. The most eye-catching thing about him was his white beard, which was like a dragon's beard. He looked like the fierce general Huang Zhong in ancient times.
He stood there with his hands clasped behind his back, yet he exuded a scholarly aura. It was as if he was an unfathomable ocean, or as if he was an immortal from Penglai, lofty and aloof, floating in the mortal world.
But his eyes were incomparably sharp, like those of a high and mighty god. It was as if a huge hand was crushing down like a mountain, capable of crushing a planet in an instant. His gaze pierced through the void, causing people to tremble.
This bearded old man could be considered one of the strongest experts that Xia Ping had ever seen. The only one who could compare to him was probably his master, Darknorth Saint, who was equally unfathomable and unfathomable.
The ferocious beasts, savage beasts, and abyssal demons that he had encountered previously could not be compared to this old man at all. They were simply not on the same level.
"I am Saint Pan Wu."
The bearded old man said, "But I'm not the real Saint Pan Wu. I'm only a projection that Saint Pan Wu left in the tower of trial. I'm responsible for the fifth level.
As long as you can defeat me, you'll be able to obtain the treasures that Saint Pan Wu left in the tower of trial. Of course, even if you fail now, you'll still get the treasures, but they won't be as precious. Of course, I'll lower my cultivation to the same level as you — peak Golden Core stage. I won't bully you. Let's cut to the chase. Let the trial begin. "
As soon as he finished, Saint Pan Wu's projection moved. He didn't use any movement skill. He didn't jump, nor did he fly. He merely took a step forward and suppressed Ji Hao with his aura.
He punched out, as if a mountain was crushing down, and the space exploded.
Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!
Xia Ping was startled. His hair stood on end. Immediately, he saw over ten thousand tangible fists, which emitted a yellow light and crushed towards him with an overwhelming force.
They weren't fists, but numerous yellow mountains. They were covered in earth spell symbols, and they gave off a heavy, destructive, and powerful aura.
Mountains came crashing down one after another, sealing off all the gaps. There was no escape in the sky or on the ground. This was a righteous, powerful, and oppressive punch.
Martial art skill — Mountain Crush!
Dark North Protection Art!
Instantly, Xia Ping activated his defensive skill. With his body as the center, a blue ocean was formed. Countless Kun Peng spell symbols swam, giving off an all-devouring aura.
Just now, with this skill, he easily destroyed the endless sword energies on the second level of the tower of trial.
However, when these fists came crashing down, it was completely different. Mountains came crashing down, and in an instant, it seemed as if the azure sea was completely filled up and razed to the ground.
Those fists contained the will to suppress, seal, and destroy. They directly penetrated his energy shield, seeped into his soul, and went deep into his purple palace.
The power of these fists was so terrifying that it was hard to breathe. Especially the pressure on one's spiritual will, weaker living beings would be terrified and lose the ability to fight.
Boom!
With just one strike, Xia Ping's entire body was blasted away. He flew for dozens of kilometers and brushed across the ground.
Even though the Dark North Protection Art weakened ninety percent of the fist power, he still coughed up blood. His lungs were injured, and even his bones were slightly cracked.
However, with his strong recovery ability, these injuries disappeared within the span of a few breaths, and he was back to his peak state.
"How can he have such great power?"
Xia Ping was shocked. He thought that he was far more powerful than ordinary people at the Golden Core stage, and even descendants of legendary beasts couldn't compare to him. However, this Saint Panwu's power was no weaker than his. This was unbelievable.
"Back in the ancient times, Saint Panwu was known as an invincible saint. His power was earth-shattering, far greater than other saints at the same level. He was said to have the power of Pan Gu. Even some legendary beasts couldn't compare to him. It's said that he cultivated a powerful and mysterious cultivation method, which allowed him to have endless power. Only a few living beings can compare to him. "
Korin introduced some information about Saint Panwu.
"Really? No wonder his power is so strong. It's almost overflowing. "
Xia Ping could sense that every inch of the bearded old man's muscles contained a terrifying amount of transcendence energy. It was as if every cell in his body had formed a Dantian's Qi Sea. The surrounding void seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure of transcendence energy and kept distorting.
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