After Wang Hao's appearance of my external self-dharma appeared, the white river in this piece suddenly trembled and seemed to stop.

The golden river water above Wang Hao also trembled, as if extremely shocked.

The eleven old men floating above the golden river water frowned slightly, with confusion in their eyes. They had never seen an external Dharma image wearing an imperial crown.

No matter in the elementary, medium or high-level external Dharma images, they will not wear decorative items on their heads.

Wei Qiong's eyes narrowed slightly, and a light flashed in his eyes.

Bai Shangqiu pondered, not knowing what he was thinking.

"This is the junior from that city, why haven't I seen it before?" A stream of light flashed through Qian Xionghu's eyes, and he looked at Wang Hao aggressively.

At this moment, Wang Hao used his transformation ability to become a middle-aged man with a stubble. In addition, the golden river water blocked Eleven's divine thoughts, so Eleven's old did not recognize Wang Hao's true body for a while.

Bai Shangqiu looked at the small tower at the end of the White River and said, "Wait, when he enters the Battle Tower, his true body will appear."

"That's right, whether this person is disguised or looks like this, it will be revealed."

...

Wang Hao wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked at the distance with red eyes.

He put away his light golden magic figure with the imperial crown, and then strode towards the small tower at the end of the white river.

When he was hundreds of meters away from the white tower, a huge suction force was emitted from the white tower, sucking him into the tower.

On the first floor of the white small tower, Wang Hao touched his firm face and was shocked that his deformation ability had failed!

Qian Xionghu and Bai Shangqiu were floating above the Golden River. When they saw the middle-aged man in stubble, they were Wang Hao, and their faces darkened and they looked extremely ugly.

Qian Xionghu's grandson Ruan Yu was killed by Wang Hao in the mysterious realm of human beings. He hated Wang Hao so much that he wanted to eat Wang Hao's flesh and blood to avenge his poor grandson.

Bai Shangqiu's grandson-in-law Li Huan was killed by Wang Hao in the mysterious realm of humans, causing his granddaughter Bai Luoluo to cry for several days, which made him feel extremely distressed and he was extremely murderous of Wang Hao.

"How did this little boy come out of the Human Saint Academy!"

"Wei Qiong, don't care, don't care if I'm going to care!"

"I want to see which level this thief can reach!"

Wei Qiong ignored the irritable two people, but focused on Wang Hao in the tower.

Wang Hao didn't know at this moment that he had been exposed to the eleventh old man's vision. He looked around and carefully observed the strangeness of the small tower.

"Boom!"

Ten black soul shadows suddenly appeared around him, and these shadows roared towards his body.

"Soul-Devouring Beast!" Wang Hao's expression changed drastically. He had seen such an extinct creature in ancient books, but he did not expect that as soon as it appeared, ten people appeared.

"Five Finger Mountain!" He roared, and a black mountain that was pressing across the sky suddenly condensed in front of him.

"Boom!" Wu Finger Mountain crushed down, and in an instant, he crushed ten soul-devouring beasts to pieces.

Wang Hao breathed a sigh of relief. When fighting against the Soul-Devouring Beast, they must not be allowed to get close to each other. They must crush them with crushing power!

"Buzz~" Wang Hao's figure suddenly became illusory. The next moment, the scenery in front of Wang Hao changed, and he found that he was on a big prairie.

What changed his expression was that every grass on this grassland was taller than him, and he seemed to have entered a giant world.

Eleven old people on the golden river.

"Although Wang Hao is a little arrogant, his strength and talent are definitely first-class. He was annihilated in an instant and entered the second level of the White Tower."

"Hmph, what's the matter? This is just waiting for a layer, the simplest layer. The quick passing of the first layer does not mean that the next layer is also fast."

Wang Hao in the second floor of the White Tower paused slightly, and a thumb-long immortal source liquid appeared in front of him.

"Is this a reward? A reward for killing ten soul-eating beasts?"

Wang Hao was overjoyed. What he lacked the most now is the Xianyuan Liquid. He needed a large number of Xianyuan Liquids. Let’s improve the purple genome to orange-yellow.

He took off the immortal source liquid from the huge grass blades. He was about to absorb it, but suddenly, the ground below him trembled violently.

"boom!"

The gravel flew around, and the steel torrent formed by hundreds of vines gathering together suddenly pierced from the soles of Wang Hao's feet.

Wang Hao dodged in the air one after another, and he felt relieved. These hundreds of vines were all at the peak level of the Martial God, and the Martial Emperor level was not invincible.

Wang Hao took out the mysterious silver sword in the space, used his teleportation ability to cut melons and vegetables into pieces.

"Om~" The second floor of the White Tower passed, and Wang Hao was teleported to the third floor of the White Tower. At the same time, several immortal source liquid appeared in front of him...

Wei Qiong's eyes shone brightly and he stared at Wang Hao motionlessly, wanting to see how amazing Wang Hao performed on the third floor of the White Tower.

Cai Fu smiled and said, "This kid really surprised me. I didn't expect that he could defeat hundreds of plant monsters of the same realm in a moment."

Qian Xionghu sneered angrily and said, "It's just because of the sharpness of the weapons in his hand."

...

On the third floor of the White Tower, Wang Hao encountered thousands of golden ants as tall as him. Each of these ants had the strength of the peak of the Martial God. Wang Hao used several Five Finger Mountains to shake thousands of golden ants into pieces and passed through the third floor of the White Tower.

At the same time, he also obtained more than a dozen immortal source liquids.

Qian Xionghu's face looked ugly, as if he had been constipated for more than ten days.

Cai Fu mocked: "Wang Hao did not use the silver sword this time... Someone's face was beaten and slapped."

"you……"

...

On the fifth floor of the White Tower, Wang Hao did not encounter the expected 100,000 peak-level monsters of the Martial God, but encountered a puppet...

This is a human-shaped puppet with red body, and the puppet is filled with the aura of the primary Martial Emperor...

In the end, Wang Hao used two powerful abilities to kill the puppet of this junior Martial Emperor.

He was teleported to the sixth floor of the White Tower and obtained a large amount of immortal source liquid at the same time.

But he didn't have time to use the Xianyuan liquid he had to strengthen his genome and discover more powerful abilities. Ten primary martial emperor puppets suddenly appeared and surrounded him.

This time, Wang Hao used most of the methods to finally shatter the control hub between the eyebrows of these ten primary Martial Emperor puppets.

He came to the seventh floor of the White Tower...

The eleven old men on the golden river, whether they hated Wang Hao or were kind to Wang Hao, could not speak, and their shock did not fade for a long time.

If Wang Hao's defeat of the junior martial emperor on the fifth level could surprise them slightly, then the defeat of the ten junior martial emperors on the sixth level would shock them.

The key to the abyss is in Wang Hao's hands, so Wang Hao's performance on the fifth floor is expected, but the sixth floor...

They put aside their distracting thoughts and stared at Wang Hao, wanting to see which level he could reach.

Wang Hao continued to devote himself to the breakthrough...

Time passed, and Wang Hao tried all his skills and spent a long time. After being seriously injured, he finally defeated the 100 junior martial emperors on the seventh level.

Wang Hao's eyes were a little dark, and he could hardly hold on to the seventh floor.

Suddenly, the Immortal King scriptures in the center of his mind, the Six Styles of Huangtian, changed.

The second page, which Wang Hao had used thousands of methods to open, was opened independently at this time, and Wang Hao's consciousness was pulled into the second page.

This time, he did not see any Hongda scene, but only saw a sword light. This sword light had no color and was only more than a century inch in size.

The second style of the six styles of Huangtian, the inch sword.

Wang Hao looked carefully, but found that the more he looked at the scriptures that overflowed from the second page, the more he looked. Soon his mind felt like he was stuffed with countless knowledge, which made his thoughts gradually slow down.

Suddenly, Wang Hao's external Dharma image appeared independently. As soon as the vicissitudes and majestic young man wearing an imperial crown appeared, Wang Hao's mind suddenly became clear, just like the feeling of pushing away the black clouds and looking at the bright moon.

He discovered that after the external Dharma appearance was revealed, he seemed to be able to understand the second style of the six styles of Huangtian, the inch sword.

...

On the eighth floor, Wang Hao stood on a desolate land and climbed out of thousands of primary demon emperors of different shapes from the ground. These demon emperors were confused and had no thoughts and instinctively attacked Wang Hao.

The demon emperors were getting closer and closer to Wang Hao, and Wang Hao still didn't open his eyes. He was still immersed in the beautiful posture of the inch sword.

"roar!"

A black demon bear rolling all over his body jumped high, and behind him there were countless demon emperors, showing their external magic and rushing towards Wang Hao.

Want to tear Wang Hao apart.

Suddenly, Wang Hao slowly opened his eyes, and at this time the demon bear's external appearance had already stepped on top of Wang Hao's head.

"puff!"

A stream of more than a tiny stream of sword energy was emitted from Wang Hao's hand, and then shattered the magic image outside the demon bear and escaped into the depths of the void.

The Cun Sword was like the sickle of the God of Death, suddenly appeared and disappeared from the void. All the primary demon emperors who were close to Wang Hao were shattered by the Cun Sword at the same time and then killed me.

A moment later, thousands of primary demon emperors here were killed by Wang Hao, and he passed through the eighth floor of the White Tower!

Wei Qiong on the golden river was extremely excited, his whole body trembled, and there were tears in his eyes.

"After so many years, a genius who has finally appeared in the human race who has broken through the eighth floor of the White Tower!"

Immediately, he suddenly turned his head to Bai Shangqiu and Qian Xionghu, and said coldly: "If you two make small moves in secret and I discovered them, I will purge you two tribes."
To be continued...