MTL - A World Worth Protecting-Chapter 1397 Tickle

The other party can't see himself, this is not because Wang Baole is special, but when he perceives the other party's rhythm, to some extent, he also merges with this rhythm.

Just as he himself became a part of the opponent's rhythm, this caused the monk of the rhythm to unleash his full strength and the rhythm covered all directions, but he could not detect that Wang Baole was not far away.

At this moment, following Wang Baole's opening, the monk of Musical Path changed his expression and his heart was shocked, but after all he had studied the law of hearing desire for many years, and he was even more proficient in temperament, so he realized this problem almost instantaneously. , The body retreated without hesitation, and even more quickly took back the scattered melody music.

As a result, it made Wang Baole's place a little more obvious. If you change to another time, the melody monk may not be able to detect this kind of melody sound similar to himself, but now he is fully focused, so he gradually sees it. Clues.

"It's hidden here!" In the words, the Yinludao monk was a little embarrassed. When he backed up, he raised his right hand and pointed at the place where Wang Baole was hiding.

Suddenly the sound around him made an amazing rustling sound, and even the trees in the jungle shook violently, forming a sonic boom-like roar, directly crushing towards Wang Baole.

Wherever he went, the void appeared distorted, and this voice had a certain destructive meaning, as if it was about to smash Wang Baole into fly ash.

Seeing the arrival of the sonic boom, Wang Baole not only did not dodge, even his eyes lit up, he found that the speed of the musical notes in his body had reached its peak at this moment.

Three, five, ten, twenty... successive runes converged continuously, which shocked Wang Baole himself.

"What's the situation..." Although it was shocking, there were more surprises, so even if the power of the sonic boom arrived, Wang Baole sat motionless, allowing the sonic boom to envelope it for a moment.

From a distance, the infinite tunes have been concretized, seeming to outline the shape of a leaf, and Wang Baole is in the center of the leaf, and it seems to be crushed while being wrapped.

It looks like this, but in fact, Wang Baole's joy has reached the extreme, and his breathing is a little short, for fear that he has exposed his strength and scared the other party, so he will no longer assist in his practice.

So Wang Baole's expression quickly showed pain, as if he was barely supporting him in the sonic boom and was about to collapse.

"But that's the case." The Yinludao monk, seeing this scene, let out a sigh of relief and snorted coldly. He thought that he had been in seclusion for many years. It was different from the past. Although the opponent is hiding here weird, but under his own action, after all, Still have to lose.

A sense of arrogance appeared in his heart, so the melody cultivator coldly glanced at Wang Baole, who seemed to be suffering, and spoke lightly.

"At most ten breaths, you will undoubtedly die, begging for mercy at this moment, I may still give you a way to survive.

His words moved Wang Baole a little, and at the same time he blamed himself. After all, although the other party seemed indestructible, the meaning of his words was not to kill himself.

"No matter, since he has a good cause, then I will give him a good result." Wang Baole thought of this, and continued to immerse himself in his own feelings.

In this way, ten breaths passed, and as Wang Baole was struggling again, the monk of Yinludao frowned slowly. He felt that something was wrong. Normally, the person in front of him should be Can't bear it.

But the other party has supported it to the present, which made the Yinludao monk's eyes flashed. He didn't want to increase his strength before, not because he didn't want to kill, but he didn't want to consume his own power too much.

After all, his ambition is to hit the top ten and strive for the first place.

But now, seeing Wang Baole still supporting here, he was worried that Chi Zesheng would change, and as the brilliant light appeared in his eyes, he let out a cold snort.

"Since you are looking for death, you should not blame me." As he said, the melody monk raised his right hand and grabbed Wang Baole from the air. Under this grasp, the phantom leaves formed by the rhythm around Wang Baole suddenly Just bend it up, enveloping Wang Baole to death, and with force, it seems to be crushing his life.

The Yinludao monk also grinned hard, but soon his eyes slowly widened and his pupils gradually contracted. After a while, he instinctively swallowed his saliva, and his expression changed from unbelievable to amazed when he was short of breath.

In fact, he couldn’t help but be astonished. He didn’t feel deep before, but now his divine consciousness has been integrated into the rhythm to control the crushing of the rhythm, so that he can clearly feel that the leaves he has transformed seem to be enveloping him. Like a piece of iron, there is no squeezing force.

Even he had a feeling that his leaves had collapsed, and he was afraid that nothing happened to the other party.

In fact, this is indeed the case. The leaves made by this tone seem to be fierce, but to Wang Baole, it has no effect at all. But when things have reached this point, he can't continue to hide, so he raised his head and looked helplessly at his face. The pale Yinludao monk glanced.

This look seemed to crush the last ray of strength in his inner persistence. In the rapid breathing, the Yinludao monk retreated suddenly, and fled quickly without looking back.

At this moment, his heart is trembling. He has already realized that he is afraid that he has encountered the hidden strong within the three sects...

"I have always heard that in each of the three sects, there are people who like to hide their strengths, damn...how did I meet them!" In the heart of madness, the music monk was faster. As for Wang Baole, he sighed now.

"The rhythm has been reduced too much..." Wang Baole shook his head. He just wanted to feel the notes with peace of mind. At this moment, he sighed, his body shook slightly, and the sound of the rhythm leaves outside his body collapsed instantly.

Then he raised his head and looked in the direction where the Yinludao monk was fleeing. Wang Baole waved his hand at will. There were a hundred thousand notes superimposed in his body. It didn't explode completely. It just moved slightly. Suddenly, the nothingness in front of him collapsed with a roar, like this ring world. As if they couldn't bear it, an astonishing crack was formed like a black python, and it went straight to the monk of Yinludao in the distance, and roared away.

This scene completely changed the expression of the Yinludao monk. From his perspective, the world of the ring seemed to be torn apart, and the black python that was tearing everything was right in front of his eyes.

"I admit defeat!" At the moment of crisis, the Yinludao monk made a sharp noise, for fear that if he speaks a little slower, it will be instantly torn apart like the void.