President Gao Leng's Supreme Soldier King

After a short passage, Wang Li stepped into the space on the fourth floor.Immediately, he set his sights on the location of the image.

Before he could take a closer look, an illusory voice resounded in Wang Li's mind.

"Son, I have finally waited for you after a long time. I know you must be very confused, but now I don't have time to answer your questions for you. You just need to know that this pagoda exists only to wait for your appearance. It is located on the ninth floor. There is a treasure that is very important to you. The first three levels are the test for you, and it is the test for you to have the lowest level of nine levels of treasures. Now that you have reached this point, it proves that you have the strength to own that treasure. What it is, you will know when you go up. There will be no tests in the next few floors, you just need to go all the way, and when you reach a certain strength, you will know everything.”

With the end of the words, the passage leading to the fifth floor also appeared.

Wang Li was baffled by the voice that suddenly appeared in his mind, and felt that the words were aimed at him.

Because of the changes after viewing the images before, Wang Li believed that he was the first person to step into the nine-story pagoda.

Listening to the content revealed in this passage, Wang Li believed that the person who said this passage must have counted his arrival.

Whether the person who said this and the person who built this nine-story pagoda is the same person, Wang Li is not sure, but the time of this nine-story pagoda's existence is definitely beyond his own guess.

Then the question arises, the distance is such a long time, how did the person who said this know that he will arrive here?Could this senior's cultivation be able to predict the future?But the obvious answer is yes.

Hearing the words just now, Wang Li knew that there would be no battles on the next few floors. As long as he walked along the passage in front of him, he would climb to the top and see the treasures on the ninth floor.

Although he was looking forward to the final answer, due to the benefits of the battle scene in the picture that Wang Li had seen before, Wang Li decided to reveal the final answer after seeing the picture.

Thinking of this, Wang Li moved his gaze back to where the portrait was.

Just when Wang Li infiltrated his spiritual consciousness into the portrait, a sudden change occurred.

Wang Li suddenly found that his consciousness could not enter the world of the portrait. When his consciousness touched the image, the whole picture suddenly moved, giving Wang Li the feeling like watching a movie, but it was silent.

What is shown on the picture is a middle-aged man in a monk's Taoist uniform, but what he is fighting with is a lion covered in fire. The height ratio between the middle-aged man and the lion in the portrait is very different. The fire lion is also unusually tall.

Although Wang Li didn't feel as immersive as the previous three portraits gave Wang Li, it still looked very enjoyable, much better than the American blockbusters he had seen before.

Although he didn't hear any sound, Wang Li could feel the intensity of the battle. Wang Li soon saw the end of the battle, and saw that this battle was not like the previous battle, eliminating the demon cultivators from outside the territory.

But after a fierce battle, the middle-aged monk became the belly of the monks outside the territory. However, after the fire lion ate the middle-aged man, the wordless stone tablet that appeared in the previous portraits also appeared, and finally suppressed the fire lion At the bottom of the stele, Wang Li could guess that Fire Lion's ending would not be too good.

The end of the portrait is still a wordless stone tablet.

Seeing this, Wang Li knew that everything on this floor was over. In order to explore things on the ninth floor, Wang Li stepped into the fifth floor.

There were also no enemies on the fifth floor, and no battles were experienced. There was only one portrait on the fifth floor.

What is shown in this portrait is not a one-on-one battle like the previous portraits, but this one looks like a corner of a larger battle.

I saw that there are many races in the whole image, there are many foreign monks, and there are also many local sect monks.

Wang Li infiltrated the portrait with his spiritual consciousness, and the image moved.

I saw that the fighting in the whole portrait was extremely fierce. Wang Li watched it carefully, and saw that some monks from foreign races won and some local monks won. Both sides suffered heavy casualties.

Wang Li knew very well that a local monk who had been cut in half by a monk from outside the region exploded himself in the body that was about to fall into the tiger's mouth, and the bloody mouth of the tiger-shaped monster was shattered by the monk's self-explosion.

Seeing this corner, Wang Li burst into tears. Seeing the tragic battle, Wang Li was filled with hatred for the foreign monks, and at the same time, he was also full of gratitude for the actions of the local monks in defending their homes and resisting aggression.

I am grateful to every senior who has dedicated their lives on the battlefield outside the territory. Without them, the local monks would only face the fate of slavery.It is even more impossible to talk about the current ten generations of civilization.

After watching the picture, Wang Li continued to move forward.

What Wang Li saw on the sixth floor was also a grand battle scene, but the difference was that the battle scene shown in this image was even more grand, and the battle venue was even lower in the sky.

In the image, various treasures from both sides are seen flying all over the sky. Some treasures penetrate the enemy's body and don't stop. They appear in the crowd of enemies on the ground and explode violently, inflicting the greatest damage on the enemy.

Looking at the stumped limbs and broken arms everywhere, Wang Li was silent, and the shock in his heart was very great.

As the portrait changed, Wang Li's mood fluctuated even more with the change of the portrait.

Soon the portrait stopped changing. At the end of the portrait, instead of a wordless stele, the whole picture showed the stumps and broken arms of monks of various races.

Wang Li seemed a little numb, numb with heartache.

With a numb heart, Wang Li set foot on the passage on the seventh floor.

On the seventh floor, what Wang Li saw was not the grand battle scene of many races fighting, but a one-on-one battle in the air.

One of the portraits showed a white-haired old man, with his long hair tied up with a belt, draped behind his back, his left hand behind his back, and his right hand holding a three-foot long sword.

Standing opposite the white-haired old man was a bear-shaped monster. Its muscles bulged, especially the muscles in its arms that bulged like hills. No one dared to doubt the destructive power of the explosive force.

Wang Li was deeply worried about the old man.

The entire battle seemed not to be as tragic as the previous two battles, but Wang Li didn't think so. Looking at the damage caused by the two, Wang Li felt that it was even more intense than the previous melee, but Wang Li was relieved that in the end , the gray-haired old man won.

Seeing this, Wang Li's mood improved, and with this mood, Wang Li stepped into the eighth floor.

What Wang Li saw on this floor was the scene after the battle. There was no battle from the beginning to the end of the whole portrait, and the whole scene was quiet.

However, this kind of silence gave Wang Li a creepy feeling. The whole space was full of various corpses, some of which were whole bodies, and some of which were only parts.

After the portrait was over, Wang Li stood still for a long time, silent for a long time.From the beginning to the end, there was no movement. After a long time, Wang Li finally moved and walked to the ninth floor.