Because there were so many people participating, the scene changes after each battle were also very frequent. At the same time, the rules of this trial were also very clear to outsiders.
Each participant's grid is marked with some numbers. These numbers represent the number of people defeated. In these seemingly uninterrupted battles in the arena, it is actually these numbers that determine the ranking.
The losers will be eliminated, and their numbers will be owned by the winners. At this moment, as the number of people decreases, as the small grids disappear everywhere, the numbers of each of the remaining testers have reached hundreds.
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Among them, the two most eye-catching people are Daozi Yinxi from the Musical Path and Yue Lingzi from the Harmony Sect.
At Yinxi's place, the number has reached more than 1,700, followed closely by Yue Lingzi, who also has more than 1,500. As for the other three sects, most of them are in their early 1,000s.
Also reaching the number of one thousand, there are two old disciples who seem to be little-known. These eight people have attracted the attention of countless disciples. As for Wang Baole, although he has experienced many competitions, he has not encountered any challenges so far.
None of them are strong, so the number has only accumulated to three hundred.
But...even compared with the eight geniuses, Wang Baole's number is very small, but everyone who is defeated by him will be like the first monk after his return, gnashing his teeth and eagerly hoping for more.
The monks were either punished by Wang Baole, or they came to punish Wang Baole for themselves.
As for Wang Baole, he didn't know what his number was, and he didn't pay much attention to it.
"As long as I keep winning all the way, I will naturally be able to enter the decisive battle." Wang Baole thought in his heart, traveling through various environments. Basically, wherever he went, he transformed into a melody and floated by.
Maybe it was good luck, or maybe it was because most of the people in the trial were ordinary people, so in the next dozens of confrontations, Wang Baole solved everything in an instant.
At the same time, he also gradually discovered that the monks of the three sects had a characteristic, that is, most of them were good at hiding themselves. The opponents he encountered were like this almost every time, and even he himself subconsciously came to a new arena.
After selecting the environment, select Hide.
And the number on his body, in the attention of those who were defeated by him, gradually increased to more than 500, but compared with other geniuses, it was still not very conspicuous.
In this way, as time went by, Wang Baole could no longer remember how many scenes he had traveled through before he knew it, and he was used to the fact that in the previous scenes, every time he appeared, he could hardly see the enemy.
Until this time, when Wang Baole reappeared in a ring environment, the moment he raised his head and looked around, his eyes suddenly narrowed!
"Finally, someone is here." A feminine voice came from in front of Wang Baole.
It was a handsome-looking man, wearing a red robe that looked like blood. However, the environment that appeared in front of Wang Baole was obviously incompatible with this man.
The environment here is the ruins of an ancient civilization. Desolation, deathly silence, and gray and black seem to be the main theme here, which further highlights the uniqueness of the man in red.
He had long hair and was sitting cross-legged on a half-broken dead tree. His black hair was swaying in the wind. He was holding a white bone flute in his hand. He was looking up at Wang Baole.
In an instant, his eyes and Wang Baole's eyes converged.
The absolutely beautiful face, the feminine beauty that looks like a man but is more like a woman, and the dazzling and stunning red color were the first feelings that came to Wang Baole's mind after he saw the other person clearly.
Then, Wang Baole's eyes glanced slightly and landed on the bone flute in this person's hand. Then he moved away. With just one glance, he already had the answer in his heart. This flute is very special.
This is an instrument... made exclusively from the bones of strange beings in the world of hearing, and exclusively for monks of the Law of Listening Desire.
You must know that the weird existence in the listening world is almost invisible, which makes this bone flute itself also have invisible attributes. And being able to make such an instrument, looking at the entire Listening City, Wang Baole can step on
Entering the world of hearing, so it’s okay. Other than him, the only one who can do it is... the master of listening desire.
"Having an instrument made by the Master of Listening Desire..." Wang Baole murmured in his heart, having already guessed the identity of this person.
"Daozi." Wang Baole spoke slowly.
This man in red is one of the Taoists of the Hengqin Sect.
At this moment, his expression was as usual, playing with the flute in his hand. He did not notice that Wang Baole could see the flute. Instead, he looked at Wang Baole calmly, then closed his eyes and spoke slowly.
"Admit defeat and get out."
Wang Baole raised his eyebrows, waved his hand and his body became illusory, and the sound of music suddenly started, and went directly towards the man in red.
At the same time, his battle with the man in red attracted a lot of attention, so there were many monks from the three sects watching the battle. Seeing that Wang Baole actually dared to take the initiative after meeting Daozi.
, all shook their heads.
"This person can't distinguish his own situation."
"The Red Devil Daozi of the Hengqin Sect has mastered the law of hearing and desire to an extremely high level. I heard that the ancient blood song he created can summon strange spirits and kill people invisible."
"There is no suspense in this battle."
Amid everyone's shaking of heads and discussions, the monks who had lost to Wang Baole before were all excited and excited. Although they failed, they did not think that Wang Baole was strong enough to compete with Daozi. Only... the first loser
The monk who gave it to Wang Baole had his eyes wide open at the moment, staring intently at the small grid on the battlefield, and his breathing was quickening.
"Whether he is a dark horse or not depends on this battle!"
"If you lose, it will end naturally, but... if this guy wins, then a horse that defies heaven will really appear in this trial!"
Amid the monk's expectation and gaze, in the ruined world where Wang Baole and Red Devil Daozi were, the melody transformed by Wang Baole whizzed directly in front of Red Devil Daozi.
"Since you don't know your own strength..." Red Devil Daozi Danfeng's eyes suddenly opened, revealing a cold light and murderous intent. He waved his hand slightly, and suddenly, there were clanking sounds all around him. These sounds were tens of thousands. After they were connected together,
, formed an astonishing wave, directly disrupting the void in all directions, like a huge whirlpool, covering Wang Baole's melody in an instant!
"Then I'll let you end it here." The red devil's calm voice echoed, without even looking at the covered melody, he stood up and was about to leave.
In his understanding, although it was just a casual blow, with his own listening skills, there was no possibility for the other party to survive, but... the moment he turned around, a strong sense of crisis appeared in his eyes.