Chapter 1312

Hearing the words of the drunk, Wang Baole looked deep, did not answer, calmly looked at the dissipated drunk and the world in front of him, until after a few breaths, the whole city was like a broken bubble, collapsing and turning into nothingness.

While it dissipated, at the moment when dreams and reality crisscrossed, Wang Baole's method of dream Tao also naturally operated, seizing the opportunity of crisscross and closing his eyes.

At the same time, under the overpass of Xiangang continent, Wang Baole's body, where he was kneeling and meditating, was gradually blurred at the moment, as if his existence had become a person in a painting, which was wiped away by people at the moment.

With the erasure, after it completely disappeared, Wang Baole, who existed here in Yuanyu daokong, slowly opened his eyes from closing, and his body gradually became flesh and blood, until the moment when his eyes completely opened and closed

He is no longer in a dream.

What I see in front of me... It is a strange world!

The sky here, like fire, is red and endless, and like blood smeared, giving people an indescribable sense of evil.

As for the earth, it is full of barren and barren grass. At the same time, it is difficult to see the traces of life, and even the ruins are within the scope of vision.

It's like this is the forbidden area of life.

Desolation and exhaustion seem to be the main melody here. Even the wind blowing gives people a rough feeling. It falls on him, making Wang Baole feel as if he is being dissipated.

"The wind here... Contains special rules, which seems to absorb my vitality." Wangbaole felt it silently for a while, and looked around again. Then his mind suddenly dispersed and shrouded in the past.

He wanted to see what kind of area it was, but it was obvious that there was repression in the universe, and even Wang Baole's accomplishments could only be scattered.

Although it is only a part, it is also vast enough, comparable to the size of the entire stone tablet world.

Within the scope of its divine consciousness, the earth has not changed at all. As it is, life has not appeared at all from beginning to end.

Wang Baole squinted, his body flashed, his speed exploded, and he galloped toward the distance. After flying out for two hours in a row, his eyebrows gradually wrinkled.

Because according to what he knew before he came, there were 108 universes transformed by great energy in Yuanyu daokong. According to the truth, he should be in the same universe at the moment, but the galloping of two hours, even if his mind was suppressed here, was enough to leap over a universe, not to mention that it was just a continent.

But so far, what we see and feel has not changed at all, nor has it reached the boundary of this continent. Life is still extinct here.

"Something's wrong. There shouldn't be no life here... Otherwise, who are the countless light spots I dreamt about before?"

Wangbaole stood under the red sky, looked down at the earth, and looked up at the sky after a while. Since the continent seemed to have no end, he planned to go to the sky to have a look.

Thinking of this, Wang Baole's body suddenly rose and galloped towards the red sky, but this sky was also extremely strange, as if it had no end. No matter how Wang Baole moved forward, even if he went deep into the sky, there was red light all around, and he still couldn't rush out completely.

It seems that the world he is in is like infinity, and all positions are difficult to step out of.

Even in the end, because the red light was too rich, it faintly transformed into a red fog, but he was still trapped in it and couldn't find the way to leave.

This made Wang Baole's eyebrows continue to frown, and there was a flash of cold in his eyes. After a meal, his right hand was raised, and the eight pole path exploded in his body. During the circulation of the five elements, he was about to forcibly break through the world.

But at this time, Wang Baole suddenly looked frozen. Within the scope of his mind, there was a fluctuation at the moment. If his mind was compared to a lake, then the fluctuation at the moment was like a stone falling into the lake, causing a slight ripple.

Almost in the moment of perceiving the fluctuation, Wang Baole's mind has been locked rapidly, and he clearly perceived that there was a figure galloping at a very fast speed in the red fog area.

This figure is quite strange. Obviously, there is a big gap between the speed and Wang Baole, but even with Wang Baole's current cultivation, it can't be seen clearly.

Only vaguely, in the moment of perceiving the past, it seems that you feel the whole person of the other party, which contains the meaning of joy. Even in your perception, you are also infected, and happiness appears in the bottom of your heart.

More importantly, behind this figure, there are two figures as vague as each other. They are pursuing rapidly, and these two figures are even more monstrous than this happy person, because to be exact, they... Are not complete figures anymore.

In Wang Baole's perception, the two pursuers seemed to be in the middle of substance and illusion. In essence, they could vaguely recognize the human form, but in illusion, they completely disappeared, leaving only two rhythms that Wang Baole had not heard, one disease, the other slow, drifting through his mind.

Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. After observing for a moment, he realized that these three figures were now in pursuit and were about to leave his mental range. Then his eyes flashed, his body stepped forward and suddenly disappeared.

When he appeared, he was impressively in the middle of these three figures. His appearance was too sudden, which made the pursuer stunned, especially the two pursuers.

Here, I don't know why, with the naked eye, Wang Baole can already see the appearance of these three people. The hunted person is a young man, pale and unsightly, but I don't know why, seeing him, Wang Baole's heart is obviously full of joy.

The two pursuers, both middle-aged, looked gloomy and cold, with an indescribable sense of loneliness.

These two people seemed to be more ferocious. It was clear that Wang Baole appeared suddenly, but after they were stunned, their speed did not decrease at all, and they rushed directly towards Wang Baole. When they rushed, these two figures blurred and disappeared, with only two strands of rhythm, more and more obvious from far to near, and came rapidly towards Wang Baole.

"What magic power are they?" Curious, Wang Baole turned back to the young man who was chased and asked.

At the same time, as the music was heard by Wang Baole, there was a sign that his body was to be controlled. There was even a strange force, which rose fiercely in his body, and seemed to explode and drown him.

This made Wang Baole very surprised. For the two strands of melody, he felt it carefully, like a wild beast, like looking at a small earthworm.

At the same time, the man who was pursued obviously didn't know what kind of existence Wang Baole was, so his eyes flashed and his heart sneered.

"It's stupid to meet a singer in the city of listening desire and let the melody surround him. This person should be an ancient man who has just awakened. It's stupid to ask questions like this when he meets, and the fool will truthfully tell him." The young man snorted coldly. His eyes were like looking at the dead, as if he could have a premonition that the next moment, this inexplicable arrival, must die, and turned around to speed up his escape.

But in a flash of his body, less than ten feet out of the moment, the two strands of rhythm behind him... Suddenly stopped!

After a pause, the young man subconsciously turned back. At the moment of seeing the scene behind him, his eyes suddenly widened, looking like he had seen a ghost.

"You, you, you..."

At the moment, Wang Baole, who was seen in his eyes, was standing there, holding two strands of notes between the fingers of one hand, looking at them curiously and fiddling constantly.

And those two strands of notes, at the moment, trembled strongly, like fear to the extreme, and wailed in the struggle, making the melody change.

Just now, these two strands of melody, ferocious to the extreme, crashed into his majestic cultivation, and then... They began to tremble and want to go back, but it was obviously too late.

"What magic power are they?" Aware that the young man who was chased stopped, wangbaole looked up and asked again seriously in the struggle and howling of the two notes.

The young man took a breath, struggled and hesitated for a moment, and then opened his mouth obediently.

"Senior, they are monks in the city of listening desire. All the sound they can hear is their state of practice. Those who practice to a certain degree can incarnate the sound, exist forever, and never die."

The young man answered in detail