Chapter 1397 The First Battle

In front of this figure that seemed to be about to collapse at any time, in the black flames rising at this moment, countless small grids suddenly gathered. These small grids were densely packed like a honeycomb, and the number was extremely large.

And each small grid seems to have a large internal range... What is presented in front of this figure is just a miniature, but if you look carefully, you can still see from this miniature that in each small grid, There are two monks of the three sects.

This time the trial is a battle in the arena!

When the figure that was about to collapse stared at the countless small grids, Wang Baole's figure teleported to appear in one of the small grids.

At the moment of appearance, Wang Baole's spiritual thoughts dispersed, and he looked around, and there was a flash of light in his eyes. He didn't know the way of this trial before, and he didn't understand it at this moment, but with the reflection of everything around him, Into his mind, Wang Baole also had the answer in his heart.

"A ring battle without terrain restrictions?" Wang Baole murmured in his heart. The place where he was located was a mountain range. It seemed huge, but it was actually the size of Misty City.

For mortals, it may be huge, but for monks, it can reach any location in an instant.

And such a range cannot be a melee, so naturally there is only one answer.

"Looking at it this way, it's a series of battles, and finally the winner is decided..." Wang Baole can imagine that there should be countless places in the battlefield where he is, and there are battles in each of them.

"There are so many battlefields, there must be a mixture of fish and dragons. I don't know who my first opponent will be..." Wang Baole narrowed his eyes, disappeared in place in a flash, transformed into a melody, and drifted away in this mountain range .

There are four peaks in this area, and between the four peaks is a jungle. At this moment, in this jungle, the wind howls past, causing a lot of leaves to shake and make a rustling sound.

And in this rustling sound, it is difficult to be noticed, there is an incomparably similar tune, lingering in it, making the whole forest seem normal, but in fact, the shaking of every leaf seems to be blessing this kind of sound. The strength of the melody.

"It's very lucky. The first battle actually gave me such a very suitable battlefield..." In the whirl of the rustling sound, there is a figure invisible to outsiders, which is blending into the sound, in this jungle Swim fast.

This person is from the Yindu Dao, and he is an older generation of monks. He was not weak back then, but now he has retreated for a long time, and he is naturally stronger. In fact, monks like this person accounted for the majority in this trial.

"I have been in seclusion for many years, and now I have a great melody, and it is another trial for the master to accept disciples. All these things seem to be coincidences, but in fact this is clearly a sign that my fate is coming."

"This time, I will definitely rise up and surprise everyone!" The murmuring voice merged into the rustling sound, and at the same time, this 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 fall, and my voice of rhythm will hardly be noticed here..."

As its speed increased, more leaves shook, and the wind seemed to get stronger.

It's just... no matter how fast this person is, how violent the wind is here, how the rustling sound becomes more and more thrilling, but he has never met his opponent.

Because... at this moment, Wang Baole is not in the jungle. The melody formed by his figure has been hovering around a nearby mountain for a long time. The figure hidden in the melody is looking at the jungle below curiously.

"It is said that the cultivation of the Rhythm Dao is the sound of all things. Now it is true, and there are still people who can condense the sound of shaking leaves..." Wang Baole was very interested in this, so he didn't go there immediately, but in the I listened here for a while.

As for the silhouette of the monk of the Temperament Dao, others cannot see it, but Wang Baole's existence is very strange, and perhaps it is also the reason why he can incarnate the strangeness, so that when he looks at it at this moment, he can see clearly the speeding swimmer in the jungle. walking figure.

Even if the opponent is integrated into the melody, it is still very clear in Wang Baole's eyes.

After about a stick of incense, Wang Baole seemed to have heard enough and was about to go there, but at this moment, he suddenly let out a light snort, and noticed that there were dozens more runes in his body at this moment.

"That's okay?" Wang Baole blinked. Although he was still in the past, he didn't get too close. Instead, he stopped outside the jungle, and soon his mind was filled with surprise.

Because, at such a distance, he found that the runes in his body increased faster and faster, forming one almost every breath.

This frequency is almost the same as when he realized Lan Leyu.

So in this surprise, Wang Baole didn't make a move immediately, but concentrated on listening and comprehending the runes. In this way, an hour passed quickly...

The monk of the Rhythm Road is already very impatient at the moment, especially the notes he gathered in the jungle, now it is like a storm, making him snort coldly.

"It seems that he is hiding and dare not come out, but... what's the use of this!" The monk of the Temperament Dao disdainful, if the other party appeared earlier, it would be fine. Now he has given himself a chance to gather momentum, so even if he is hiding, he It is also sure to find the other party.

With this thought in mind, the storm of musical notes gathered in the jungle suddenly spread out like a big wave, with the jungle as the center, spreading rumblingly to the surroundings, and the next moment, the entire battlefield was enveloped.

"Let me see where you are hiding!" The cultivator of the Rhythm Road, his divine sense covered the battlefield with the cover of the notes in his smirk, but in the next moment, his expression became suspicious.

Because...within the range of his notes, he didn't notice anything abnormal, and his opponent...as if he didn't really exist.

"This..." The monk of Yinlu Dao couldn't help hesitating. After careful investigation again, he still found nothing, which made many speculations emerge in his heart.

"Is it hidden too deep? Or... I have no opponent here?" With such doubts, he searched carefully for a long time, but still found nothing and did not encounter the slightest danger. The monk, even though he found it unbelievable, couldn't help feeling dazed.

"Is it true that I got a bye? There is no opponent here?" Under such a state of mind, his note was also lighter than before because there was no follow-up wind, and the sound of rustling leaves began to decrease.

It was nothing to him, but for Wang Baole, who was sitting not far away from the Rhythm Taoist monk, who seemed to be invisible, the reduced rustling sound meant that his perception had decreased.

"Cough, fellow daoist, I'm almost perfect. Do you want to run around again?" Wang Baole felt that he was a reasonable person, so although he was not satisfied at the moment, he coughed and tried to comfort him .

"who!!!"

The cultivator of the Yin Lv Dao, whose scalp was about to explode in an instant, his expression changed drastically, and he turned his head suddenly, but there was nothing as far as he could see, but the coughing and words before were so real, it caused a big wave in his mind .