A World Worth Protecting

  The battle is still going on.

  Because of the large number of participants, the scene changes after each battle are also very frequent. At the same time, the rules of this trial are very clear to outsiders.

  In the grid where each participant is, there are some number marks. These numbers represent the number of defeats. These seemingly uninterrupted battles are actually the ones that really determine the ranking.

The loser will be eliminated, and at the same time their numbers will be owned by the winners. At this moment, as the number of people decreases, as the small grid disappears everywhere, the number of the remaining trialers reaches hundreds. .

  The most eye-catching among them are two people, namely Yinludao’s Daozi Yinxi, and Hexianzong’s Yuelingzi.

  In Yinxi, the number has reached more than 1,700, followed by Yue Lingzi, with more than 1,500. As for the other three Daozi, most of them are in their early 1,000s.

The same number reached one thousand, and there were two old disciples who seemed to be unknown. These eight people attracted the attention of countless disciples. Although Wang Baole has experienced many arenas, he has met so far. , They are not strong, so the number has only accumulated to three hundred.

But... even if compared with those eight Tianjiao, Wang Baole's number is very small, but everyone who is defeated by him will be like the first monk after his return, while gritting his teeth, he also eagerly hopes to have more. The monk, either was punished by Wang Baole, or he came to sanction Wang Baole for himself.

  As for Wang Baole, he doesn't know what his number is, and doesn't care too much.

   "As long as I win all the way, I can naturally enter the decisive battle." Wang Baole thought this way in his heart. He traveled through the environment. Basically, every time he went, he turned into a melody.

  Maybe it was good luck, or maybe it was because the trials were mostly 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 three cultivators have a characteristic, that is, most of them are good at hiding themselves. The opponents he encounters are like this almost every time. Even with him, he comes to the new ring subconsciously. After the environment, choose to hide.

   And the number on his body, in the attention of those who were defeated by him, has gradually increased to more than five hundred, but compared with other Tianjiao, it is still not conspicuous.

  In this way, with the passage of time, without knowing it, Wang Baole can no longer remember how many scenes he has shuttled through, and is also used to the previous scenes, every time he appears, he basically can't see the enemy.

  Until this time, when Wang Baole reappeared in a ring environment, the moment he looked up and looked around, his eyes suddenly narrowed!

   "Finally someone has arrived." A soft voice came from in front of Wang Baole.

  It was a handsome man with a red robe, like blood, but the environment presented to Wang Baole now was obviously incompatible with this person.

  The environment here is the ruins of an ancient civilization, desolate, dead, gray and black, which seems to be the main theme here, and this also highlights the uniqueness of this man in red.

  He has long hair and sits cross-legged on a dead wood that is half broken. His black hair is swaying in the wind. He is holding a white bone flute in his hand. He is now looking up and looking at Wang Baole.

  In an instant, his eyes and Wang Baole's eyes converged.

  The beautiful face, the feminine beauty that looks like a man but more like a woman, and the dazzling red is the first feeling that Wang Baole came to after seeing the other party clearly.

  After that, Wang Baole's eyes swept slightly and landed on the bone flute in this person's hand. Then he moved it away. He had an answer in his heart, and this flute was very special. .

  This is...a musical instrument dedicated to the monks of the principle of listening desire, made from the weird bones in the world of listening.

We must know that the weird existence in the hearing world is almost invisible, which makes this bone flute itself possess invisible attributes, and it is possible to make such a musical instrument. Looking at the entire city of hearing desire, Wang Baole can step on it. Enter the world of listening, so you can, except for him, it can only be... the master of listening.

  "Have a musical instrument made by the Lord of Listening..." Wang Baole murmured from the bottom of his heart. He had already guessed the identity of this person.

   "Daozi." Wang Baole spoke slowly.

  This man in red is one of the Taoists of Hengqin Sect.

  At this moment, he looked as usual, playing with the flute in his hand. He didn't notice Wang Baole where he could see the flute. Instead, he glanced at Wang Baole calmly, then closed his eyes and slowly spoke a word.

   "Give up, then go away."

  Wang Baole raised his eyebrows, and his body was illusory between the waves, and the sound of music broke out, and he went directly to the man in red.

At the same time, in his battle with the man in red, because the latter has been paid a lot of attention, there are quite a few three monks watching this battle. Seeing that Wang Baole actually dared to step forward after meeting Daozi , Shook their heads one after another.

   "This person can't tell his own situation."

   "The Red Devil Taoist of Hengqin Sect has a very high degree of hearing desire. It is said that the ancient song of blood created by him can summon weird spirits and kill people invisible."

   "There is no suspense in this battle."

In the crowds shaking their heads and talking, the monks who had previously lost to Wang Baole were all excited at this moment. Although they failed, they did not think that Wang Baole could be strong enough to compete with Daozi, only...the first one to lose. The monk who gave Wang Baole had his eyes wide open at the moment. He stared at the small grid on the battlefield intently, and his breathing was a little quicker.

  "Whether it is a dark horse, it depends on this battle!"

   "If you lose, it will end naturally, but... if this guy wins, then this time of trial, there will really be a horse against the sky!"

  In the cultivator’s expectation and gaze, in the ruined world where Wang Baole and Daozi of the Red Devil were located, the melody that Wang Baole had transformed was directly approaching the front of Daozi of the Red Devil in the whistling at this moment.

"Since I can't help myself..." The Red Devil Taoist Dan Feng's eyes suddenly opened, revealing a touch of cold light and murderous intent, and waved his hand slightly. In an instant, the sound of clank was heard around him. These voices were tens of thousands, after being connected to each other. , Forming an astonishing wave, immediately messed up the emptiness in all directions, like a huge whirlpool, the melody that turned Wang Baole into words, instantly covered!

  "Then let you break it here." The Red Devil's calm voice echoed, without seeing the covered melody, he stood up and was about to leave.

In his cognition, although it was just a casual blow from his own hand, with his own listening skills, the other party had no possibility of living, but...the moment he turned around, a strong sense of crisis was felt. There was a sudden explosion in his heart.