Three hundred and sixtieth eight chapters tower (fifteen)
"One thousand nine hundred and eighty-one!"
"One thousand nine hundred and eighty-two!"
"One thousand nine hundred and eighty-three!"
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Every time Emperor Wang Zhong climbed up a step, everyone inside and outside the venue shouted enthusiastically, as if witnessing something important was about to happen, and the atmosphere reached its peak. ([] .)
There was great joy inside and outside the venue, and even many people in the VIP seats stood up, tutting in wonder and praising that this great scene was about to come.
No one is scolding the motionless figure below anymore, because there is no need, it is just a clown. Most people have estimated that, maybe when the King of Kings wins and gets the reward, this guy won't even know it after he leaves the scene.
move.
He couldn't catch up, and any further movement would only add to the laughing stock, so naturally he had to stand still. I'm afraid he just wanted to stay until the last moment, even if he couldn't be the first, he still wanted to be the only one. Many people sneered and thought to themselves, secretly despising them.
Xia Chen.
The old representatives of the four most powerful sects also stood up at the same time, smiling to each other, talking in low voices, waiting for the victory after the King of Kings received the reward.
For them, when the King of Kings reaches level 2,000, the first round of selection is equivalent to the end. As for the sculpture-like figure below, from the beginning to the present, to the end, they will not catch their eyes.
The old man surnamed Yang, the black-haired woman and the bald man also clenched their fists. Seeing that Emperor Wang Zhong was about to climb to the highest peak, his eyes were full of envy, jealousy and hatred. Why didn't such a talented disciple and this glorious scene happen in the future?
On his own disciples.
"Why are all these people standing up? I can't even see Brother Xia Chen. Hey, Brother Xia Chen, just move." Xiao Liang stood on the chair, tiptoed and said expectantly.
Bi Qinglian also looked dissatisfied. But at this moment, she was surrounded by people cheering for the King of Kings. No matter how dissatisfied she was, she could only remain silent.
Outside the Tower of Babel, most of the eliminated disciples did not leave, but watched quietly, waiting for the King of Kings to take away the final reward before they could leave with peace of mind.
As for whether Xia Chen passes or is eliminated, it has nothing to do with them. They don't care either.
Dozens of monks from unpopular countries were also watching, with complicated eyes, switching back and forth between Xia Chen and Wang Zhongdi. Although they no longer had any hope for Xia Chen, there was always a feeling deep in their hearts.
A sense of crazy anticipation.
Even they themselves didn't know where this sense of expectation came from. They didn't even know what they expected Xia Chen to do or what else he could do.
Only Xu Yunxuan, Ling Feifei, Yang Qianhui and Xie Tianfeng have been keeping their eyes on Xia Chen. From the beginning to now, they are the only ones who trust Xia Chen unconditionally. It doesn't matter whether they get rewards or not, as long as Xia Chen can qualify.
In the black space, most of the disciples also turned their attention to the King of Kings. Although they had passed the selection, they were still just green leaves, setting off the incomparable glorious flower of the King of Kings.
With nameless complex emotions, some people looked at Xia Chen with deep pity, and then moved away without any attachment and continued to look at Wang Zhongdi.
Standing with a dazzling person, you may get more eyeballs, but at the same time, you will be compared to the point of being completely naked. Xia Chen is like this, although he still stands tenaciously in everyone's sight, but he gets more
Most of them are pity and hatred.
He is like a little person hiding behind the shadow of a giant. No matter how outstanding he is, compared with the glorious King of Kings, he looks extremely depressed and deserted, and even a little stubborn and ridiculous.
Min Zi and Li Zi laughed secretly, feeling as happy as if the Avengers had won. Seeing that Xia Chen seemed to have lost his soul to such a state, they felt extremely satisfied in their hearts.
Yan Zi didn't smile, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, thinking with some pity, fortunately it was not him who was standing on top, otherwise he might have behaved worse than Xia Chen, at least he still stood with Emperor Wang Zhong.
Courage, but I don’t have it.
"Isn't it unrealistic for us to have such high expectations for Xia Chen? After all, he is still just a child. Listening to those comments, I feel very disrespectful." Lin Yueyi sighed.
"He chose this path himself, and he must be able to withstand all pressure. But he probably doesn't know anything now. When he wakes up, he probably won't be so calm," Lu Xuelun said.
"I don't expect him to defeat the King of Kings. This is no longer possible." Youkang smiled bitterly, "I just want to know what on earth he is doing there, what on earth is he doing?"
"Isn't it said that he practices some kind of martial arts?" Song Mingzhu hesitated, "Or is he trying to reach the realm of supernatural powers? Because this look is very much like the scene in retreat."
But she immediately shook her head: "But this is impossible, this is too ridiculous. Who would hit the realm of supernatural powers here?"
She didn't know that the reason she said casually was true, but no one would believe it.
Because this is really nonsense.
"One thousand nine hundred and ninety-three!"
"One thousand nine hundred and ninety-four!"
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Inside and outside the court, there were shouts like mountains and tsunamis, and the atmosphere finally reached a fever pitch. In less than five steps, the King of Kings would reach the top and get the fruits of victory.
The Emperor's footsteps are still steady. Even though his face is very solemn and even seems very strenuous, it does not affect the constant movements. He is still moving gently, without any lag or deformation, just like
It's the same as climbing the first step.
He wants to be perfect, and he wants to show his most perfect side to everyone, because he is the number one genius in the Yanzhao region, and he relies on his own strength to aspire to be the strongest person in the selection crown.
Therefore, the King of Kings cannot allow himself to be imperfect at all, let alone fail. Of course, victory is beckoning in front of him, and he cannot fail. Therefore, on his ordinary and expressionless face
, and finally showed a smile of final victory.
On the 842nd step, Xia Chen slowly opened his eyes, his eyes clear and transparent.
"Only ten feet away..." He murmured to himself, slightly regretting that even though the third increase in weight pressure was unimaginably strong, it did not allow him to rise to the end of the threshold of magical power.
Although he did not reach the end of the threshold of magical power, Xia Chen saw the endless dawn, because he finally saw the top of the threshold of magical power again, instead of the endless innate fire.
The top is only ten feet away from him!
In normal times, this ten feet is only a slight jump, but now, it is as difficult to cross as a chasm. Even if it is only a centimeter higher, it cannot be crossed.
He was sinking and floating in the fire, and his unimaginable physical body was strengthened again, improved several times, so much that he didn't even know how many times it was improved. It was like fine steel, repeatedly tempered in the fire, and it was not the strongest. Only stronger.
Xia Chen could no longer even feel the weight of his body. His body was about to rise and fly in the sky. It seemed that with a gentle squeeze of his hands, the world would be shattered in his hands.
Xia Chen didn't know what state this was. He only knew that he had completely turned into a humanoid monster.
In a daze, Xia Chen woke up and thought to himself that he had been silent for a long time, right? Why did he feel so lonely? Selection? That's right! I'm still in the selection process, and I haven't passed level 1,000 yet. , I haven’t received my special reward yet.
The most important thing is that there is still room for the negative gravity field to increase upwards. There is only the last ten feet left to reach the top of the threshold of supernatural power. So let's continue to work and continue to strengthen the negative gravity field. I want to take a look. Where is the limit of Babel Tower? But before that, let’s go through the selection first...
Xia Chen took out the jade slip for the first time, input his energy and checked it, and then he was stunned.
"One thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine!"
The sea of cheers turned into a huge sound wave and rushed into his ears without warning. An inconspicuous young man smiled and stared at the two shining golden jade slips that were only one step away.
One is the final reward of the first round of selection, and the other is the special reward that Xia Chen received previously.
Of course, the King of Kings had no intention of taking away only the final reward and leaving the special reward to the person who deserved it.
Now that he has reached the top of the tower, all the rewards are his. This is a winner-takes-all approach. What's more, no one will say anything even if he takes it away. Instead, everyone is happy to see it. The guy without eyes still dares to fight with him. Isn't he, the emperor of kings, here to ask for a reward? Why does he have the nerve to open his mouth?
Not to mention anything else, even one of his fans' saliva is enough to drown each other.
Therefore, Emperor Wang Zhong naturally raised his steps to step onto the last step, reaching out to grab the two jade slips together.
"No, this is mine." An angry voice suddenly sounded behind him.
This sentence should not have appeared. All restricted spaces are closed. Except for the jade slips, no sound can be transmitted out, and other sounds cannot be transmitted in. However, Emperor Wang Zhong suddenly heard it, as if in There was a general sound in his mind.
So he was slightly startled.
A figure jumped up from the big screen on the mountain wall without any warning. Within one third of a breath, he jumped over one hundred and fifty-eight steps, jumped over the platform, and jumped over two hundred steps above the one thousand level. The steps fell with a sonorous force.
After falling, without even a moment's pause, the black shadow jumped up again, smashing all the illusions and the terrifying negative gravity field that came towards him in an instant. He jumped three hundred steps and landed in the middle of the second section of one thousand steps. .
Still without even a moment's pause, in the last one-third of a breath, the vigorous figure finally flew up with the help of force. In mid-air, in the huge light curtain, in the eyes of everyone who was shocked to the extreme, he jumped up. After passing the five hundred steps, a shocking parabola was drawn, and he landed steadily on the top of the two thousand steps.
Then, with half an arm ahead of the King of Kings, this figure grabbed the two glittering jade slips into the palm of his hand in an arrogant and unreasonable manner.
The Emperor Wang Zhong stretched out his hand, but caught nothing. When the jade slip was taken away by others, it would disappear in his restricted space, and all he caught was air.
The cold prohibition prompt sounded for the last time: "Number 9527, passed!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!