Chapter 1397

The other party can't see himself. This is not because Wang Baole is special, but because when he perceives the other party's rhythm, he also turns into this rhythm to a certain extent.

Just like himself, he became a part of the other side's temperament, which led to the monk of the temperament Tao to exert all his strength, and the temperament covered all directions, but he could not detect that Wang Baole was not far away.

At the moment, with Wang Baole's opening, although the temperament monk's expression changed and his heart was shocked, after all, he had studied the law of desire to listen for many years, and his attainments in temperament were even better. So almost in a flash, he noticed this problem, and his body retreated without hesitation, and the scattered temperament music was rapidly withdrawn.

In this way, it makes Wang Baole slightly obvious. If at other times, this temperament monk may not be able to detect the sound of temperament similar to himself, but now he is absorbed, so he gradually sees the clue.

"Originally hidden here!" In his words, the tonal monk was a little angry and ashamed. When he retreated, his right hand lifted up and suddenly pointed to the place where Wang Baole was hiding.

Suddenly, the rhythm around it made an amazing rustle, and even the trees in the jungle shook violently, forming a roar like a sonic boom, and rolled directly towards Wang Baole.

Everywhere, the void was distorted, and the sound had a certain sense of destruction, as if it was going to break Wang Baole into ashes.

Seeing the arrival of the sonic boom, Wang Baole not only didn't dodge, but even his eyes lit up. He found that the condensation speed of notes in his body actually reached the peak at this moment.

Three, five, ten, twenty... Successive runes, constantly converging, shocked Wang Baole himself.

"What's this situation..." although it was shocking, it was more surprising, so even if the power of the sonic boom came, Wang Baole sat there motionless, allowing the sonic boom to envelop it in an instant.

From a distance, the endless music has been embodied, which seems to outline the shape of a leaf, and Wang Baole is in the center of the leaf, wrapped and crushed.

It seems like this, but in fact, Wang Baole's joy in the bottom of his heart has reached the extreme, and his breathing is a little short. He is afraid that he will expose his strength and scare the other party, so he will no longer assist his practice.

So Wang Baole's expression soon showed pain, as if he was struggling to support in this sonic boom and was about to collapse.

"But so." Seeing this scene, the monk of yinlv road breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and snorted coldly. He thought to himself that he had been closed for many years and was different from what he had been before. Although his opponent hid here strangely, he would eventually be defeated by his own action.

A sense of pride appeared in the bottom of his heart, so the tonal monk looked coldly at Wang Baole, who was suffering, and spoke faintly.

"Ten breaths at most, you will surely die. Now beg for mercy, I may still be able to give you a way to live."

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

"Well, since he has a good cause, I'll give him a good fruit." Wang Baole thought of this and continued to immerse himself in his own perception.

In this way, ten breaths passed, and with Wang Baole's intention of struggling again, the monk of the melody path frowned slowly. He felt something wrong. Normally, the person in front of him at the moment should be unable to bear it.

But the other side has supported it until now, which makes this tonal monk's eyes flash. He didn't want to increase his strength before, not to avoid killing, but not to consume his own strength too much.

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

But now, seeing that Wang Baole was still supporting here, he worried that he would change later, and snorted coldly as the fine light appeared in his eyes.

"Since you want to die, don't blame me." With that, the tonal monk raised his right hand and suddenly grabbed Wang Baole across the air. Under this grasp, the virtual shadow of leaves formed by the tonal music around Wang Baole suddenly bent up and wrapped Wang Baole's body. With force, it seemed to crush his life.

The monk of yinlv road also grinned hard, but soon his eyes slowly widened, and his pupils gradually contracted. After a while, even he instinctively swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his expression changed from inconceivable to shocked in his shortness of breath.

In fact, he couldn't help but be shocked. He didn't feel deeply before, but now his mind is integrated into the rhythm to control the rolling of the rhythm, making him clearly feel that the leaves he melted are like wrapping an iron, without any squeezing force.

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

In fact, it is true that the leaves transformed by this melody seem fierce, but it has no effect on Wang Baole at all, but at this point, he can't continue to hide, so he looked up helplessly at the pale tone monk.

At this glance, it was like crushing the last strength of inner persistence. In the rapid breath, the tonal monk retreated sharply without turning his head.

At the moment, his heart was trembling. He had realized that he was afraid of meeting the hidden strong in the three sects

"I've always heard that there are people who like to hide their strength in each of the three cases. Damn it... How did I meet them!" In his madness, the monk of the melody road was faster. As for Wang Baole, he sighed at the moment.

"The rhythm has been reduced too much..." Wang Baole shook his head. He just wanted to feel the notes at ease. At the moment, he shook his body gently with a sigh. In the click sound, the rhythm leaves outside his body collapsed instantly.

Then he looked up and looked at the direction in which the tonal monk fled. Wang Baole waved at will. There were 100000 notes superimposed in his body, which did not completely explode, but just slightly inched. Suddenly, the nothingness in front of him roared and collapsed, as if the world in the challenge arena could not bear it, forming an amazing crack like a black python, heading straight for the tonal monk in the distance, and roared and spread away.

This scene completely changed the look of this tonal monk. In his view, the world of the challenge arena seemed to be torn apart, and the black python that tore all this was in front of him at the moment.

"I admit defeat!!" At a critical juncture, the tonal monk made a sharp sound, for fear that if he spoke a little slower, he would be instantly torn apart like the void.