In front of this figure that seemed ready to collapse at any time, as the black flames rose, countless small grids suddenly gathered. These small grids were like a honeycomb, densely packed and extremely numerous.
And each small grid seems to have a large internal range... What appears in front of this figure is just a microcosm, but if you look carefully, you can still see from this microcosm that in each small grid,
There were two monks from the three sects.
This trial is a battle in the arena!
As the figure who was about to collapse stared at the countless small grids, Wang Baole's figure teleported into one of the small grids.
The moment he appeared, Wang Baole dispersed his thoughts and looked around. There was a flash of light in his eyes. He didn't know the method of this trial before, and he didn't understand it at the moment. But as everything around him was reflected,
After entering his mind, Wang Baole also had the answer in his heart.
"An arena battle without terrain restrictions?" Wang Baole murmured in his heart. The place he was in was a mountainous area. It seemed very big, but in fact it was the size of Piaomiao City.
For a mortal, it may be huge, but for a monk, you can reach any place in an instant.
And in such a scope, it cannot be a melee, so there is only one answer.
"Looking at it this way, it's a battle at every level, and finally the winner is decided..." Wang Baole can imagine that there should be countless places on the battlefield like where he is, and there are battles in each one.
"Such a battlefield must be a mixed bag of fish and dragons. I wonder who my first opponent will be..." Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and disappeared in a flash, turning into a melody and drifting away in this mountainous area.
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There are four peaks in this area, and between the four peaks, there is a jungle. At this moment, in the jungle, the wind is whistling, causing a large number of leaves to sway and make a rustling sound.
And in this rustling sound, it is difficult to notice that there is a tune that is very similar to it, lingering in it, making the entire jungle seem normal, but in fact, the shaking of every leaf seems to be blessing this kind of sound.
The intensity of the tune.
"I'm very lucky. The first battle actually gave me such a suitable battlefield..." In the swirling sound of rustling, there is an invisible figure that is invisible to outsiders, blending into the sound, in this jungle
Wander quickly.
This person comes from the Rhythm Dao and is an older generation of monks. He was not weak back then. Now that he has been in seclusion for a long time, he is naturally stronger. In fact, monks like this person account for the majority in this trial.
"I have been in seclusion for many years, and now I have perfected my music. I am also undergoing the trial of becoming a disciple. All these things may seem like coincidences, but in fact they are clearly signs that my fate is about to come."
"This time, I will definitely rise and surprise everyone!" The murmured voice blended into the rustling sound, containing some excitement. At the same time, the figure invisible to outsiders was getting faster and faster.
"Now, just wait for the opponent to arrive."
"Once he steps into this jungle, he will surely be defeated, and the sound of my music will hardly be noticed here..."
As its speed increased, more leaves swayed, and the wind seemed to become stronger.
It's just... no matter how fast this person increased, how violent the wind here was, and how the sound of rustling became more and more thrilling, he never met his opponent.
Because... Wang Baole is not in the jungle at this moment. The melody transformed by his figure has been hovering on a nearby mountain peak for a long time. The figure hidden in the melody is curiously looking at the jungle below.
"It is said that the music cultivated by the Tao of Rhythm is the sound of all things. Now it turns out that it is indeed the case. There are still people who can condense the sound of swaying leaves..." Wang Baole was very interested in this, so he did not go there immediately.
I listened here for a long time.
As for the figure of the music monk, others could not see it, but Wang Baole's existence was very strange, and perhaps it was also the reason why he could transform into something strange. When he looked at it at this moment, he could actually clearly see the figure that was swimming so fast in the jungle.
Walking figure.
Even though the other party was integrated into the melody, in Wang Baole's eyes, it was still very clear.
After about a stick of incense, Wang Baole seemed to have had enough and was about to go over, but at this moment, he suddenly let out a light sigh and noticed that there were dozens more runes in his body.
"Is this okay?" Wang Baole blinked. Although he had passed by, he did not get particularly close. Instead, he stopped outside the jungle. Surprise soon filled his mind.
Because, at such a distance, he found that the runes in his body were increasing faster and faster, forming one with almost every breath.
This frequency is almost the same as when he understood Lan Leyu.
So in this surprise, Wang Baole did not take action immediately, but concentrated on listening and comprehending the runes. In this way, an hour passed quickly...
The monk of the Rhythm Path was very impatient at this moment, especially when the notes he gathered in the jungle were now like a storm, causing him to snort coldly.
"It seems that he is hiding and not daring to come out, but... what's the use of that!" The Rhythm Dao monk was disdainful. It would have been fine if the other party had appeared earlier. This moment gave him a chance to build up momentum, so even if he was hiding, he
I am also sure to find the other party.
With this thought in mind, the storm of musical notes that gathered in the jungle suddenly spread out, like a big wave, with the jungle as the center, rumbling and spreading around, and the next moment, it enveloped the entire battlefield.
"Let me see where you are hiding!" The monk from the Rhythm Path smiled ferociously as his spiritual thoughts covered the battlefield with the musical notes, but in the next moment, his expression became suspicious.
Because...he didn't detect any abnormalities within the range of his notes, and his opponent...it was as if he really didn't exist.
"This..." The monk from the Musical Path couldn't help but hesitate. After careful inspection again, he still found nothing, which made many speculations arise in his heart.
"Is it hidden too deeply? Or...I have no opponent here?" With this question, he searched carefully for a long time, but still found nothing and did not encounter any danger.
The monk, even though he found it unbelievable, could not help but feel confused.
"Is it true that I got a bye? No opponent appears here?" In this mood, his notes were lighter than before because there was no subsequent wind blowing, and the sound of rustling leaves began to decrease.
This was nothing to him, but to Wang Baole, who was sitting not far away from the Musical Path monk, who was still unaware of it and seemed invisible, the decrease in the rustling sound represented a decrease in perception.
"Ahem, fellow Taoist, I'm still a little bit more perfect. Do you want to run another lap?" Wang Baole felt that he was a reasonable person, so although he was dissatisfied at the moment, he still coughed and tried to comfort him.
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"who!!!"
The monk in the music path felt his scalp explode at this moment, his expression changed drastically, and he turned around suddenly, but there was nothing where he looked, but the coughing and words before were so real that they made a big wave in his mind.