Chapter 1318

At the same time, Wang Baole, sitting cross legged on the top of the world on the second floor, seemed to notice, looked up at the sky, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Just then, he had a faint feeling of being swept by the divine mind, but the divine mind lacked flexibility and looked very mechanical, as if it was only for the exploration of external rules.

And Wang Baole here, now his whole body, both inside and outside, is filled with the law of joy. For a few months, it has already made him completely hide the external rules in his body.

This has a lot to do with the fifth step of his cultivation. Because all Tao can be used, he can also achieve the ultimate in subtle control, so he can perfectly hide it.

If the fourth step is changed, because it is only the source of one, it is too deeply involved, but it cannot be completely hidden like wangbaole.

"The source of the universe is empty, and the water is very deep..." Wang Baole took back his eyes to the sky, closed his eyes, and continued to meditate, so that the seed of joy in the body emitted countless tentacles, which continued to grow in the body.

Time passed slowly, and soon three months passed. Wang Baole's Xi Dao rule has now reached a more perfect level. At the same time, he also realized the goodwill of the residents in the village below the mountain. It seems that most people who practice this Xi Dao are kind, which is related to the origin of this rule.

This kind of goodwill has also been recognized by Wang Baole.

But... Obviously, in this Yuanyu daokong, the quality of goodness is not the main theme, just like the torch that appears in the dark night. If the darkness cannot be suppressed, the final outcome can only be regarded as an alien and extinguished in the darkness.

This is the case in this branch village of the pulse of joy. A few days later, one night, sitting cross legged on the top of the mountain, Wang Baole suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the distant mountains.

There, the eyes looked dark, and there seemed to be nothing abnormal. Only with the help of the weak moonlight, I could see the dark shadow formed by plants, but... It was too quiet.

Perhaps it was the silence that made Wang Baole's ears faintly heard a strange sound of opera.

"The past is not coming..."

"My back is always there..."

It was a woman's voice, full of resentment, strange, more depressed, as if it contained a sad unwilling and roaring, but it could not be released.

When it was introduced into Wang Baole's ear, Wang Baole's whole person suddenly shook, as if his heart was held by a pair of invisible hands at this moment, and was slowly squeezed, as if to crush it, tear the blood vessels connected with it, and pull it out of his body.

It was in this moment that Wang Baole's eyes, the dark mountains in the distance, turned translucent at the moment. The originally weak moonlight, in this translucent space, seemed to be able to penetrate, making the world seem to become much clearer than before.

With the help of this clarity, we can see... A woman wearing a long green dress and black hair shawl, with her head down, is coming from the mountains. Her figure is very tall, even with the mountains. You can see drops of blood, slowly falling on her face covered by black hair.

Around her, there are hundreds of vague figures floating. These figures sometimes turn into melody and sometimes restore human shape. Together with the woman, they are slowly walking towards the village under the mountain where Wang Baole is located.

The song is clearer and clearer.

"Hurt Acacia, provoke dust..."

"Who waits, who comes back..."

Where I passed, the translucent mountains around me were red with dripping blood, and all the vegetation was withering. The resentment of the sound was stronger, and the depressed sad thought seemed to be at the extreme at the moment, and it was about to burst out.

Wang Baole's mind roared again, and the way of joy in his body suddenly dispersed. He squinted and stared at the woman in blue coming in the distance. Based on his understanding of the world, he did not need to guess, but already knew the origin of the other party.

It is the monk of Tingyu City, but it is obvious that this time, it is not the same level as what he met in the red fog. The latter is just a short note, not a complete music.

But now, not only the music is more complete, but also the lyrics.

It can even affect his mind. It can be seen that the identity of this woman in blue must be the power of listening to desire in the city.

"Come to me? Or kill the branch of joy at the foot of the mountain?" When the cold light in Wang Baole's eyes flashed slightly, in the depression under the mountain where he was located, the monks with a pulse of joy also woke up one after another. Bursts of joy, accompanied by the meaning of joy, immediately filled the four directions, as if suppressed in the dark, but unwilling to extinguish the fire, were reluctantly insisting.

It is in the spread of this joy that a certain transmission method is formed. It is continuously opening, and a soft curtain of light can be seen rising from the edge of the depression, as if to turn into a cover.

As an orthodox branch of the pulse of joy, even if it is weak now, because it has been chased and killed for many years, there are naturally some ways to protect life, which rely on the transmission of the meaning of joy, which is one of them.

When the light curtain is connected together to form a complete cover, the transmission begins.

However, it is obvious that this time, the singer of listening desire city is too strong, and the strangeness and bitterness of the song directly affect the hearts and minds of all people in the village, so that every friar in the vein of joy is like his heart is caught, his face is pale, and at the same time, his vitality is also rapidly passing away, if he wants to wither.

This makes their law of joy have also been impacted and affected. The opening of the transmission method can not be completed in an instant, and it is distorted in the fluctuation of the song. Those rising curtains of light show signs of collapse.

Wang Baole sighed lightly. After living here for half a year, he recognized this village. At this moment, whether the other party came to him or the target was this village, he had no reason to stand idly by.

So at the moment when the transmission light curtain of the village was distorted, Wang Baole looked at the blue clad woman walking slowly in the distance, with a smile on his face. Almost at the moment when his smile appeared, the rule of joy exploded on him, forming an invisible wave of emotion, which exploded around him.

Where I passed, those withered plants and trees seemed to reappear vitality. The bloody mountains also appeared their true colors as if they had been washed away. Even the translucent heaven and earth were forcibly returned at this moment.

And the woman in blue who came in the distance suddenly stepped. There were seven or eight singers and friars floating around her, and they couldn't help smiling. Their music was interrupted by themselves. The moment their bodies appeared in the smile, they... All disappeared.

With the help of this instant opportunity, the light curtain of the village at the foot of the mountain completed the connection in an instant, and the transmission array was suddenly opened. While the friar of the branch of joy in the village was transmitting away, the woman in blue, whose steps stopped, slowly raised her head.

Under the moonlight, you can see the face in the gap between the woman's black hair. The face... Seven orifices bleed, and there is a deep black bruise on the neck.

Her eyes were deep and faint, and there was a trace of a woman's figure, dancing like a dramatist, singing a more repressive and venomous opera.

"It rains at night and autumn lights are on..."

"Light up the empty stage..."

"Don't come if you should..."

"If you should be there, you're not there..."