"Listening to the City of Desire?" Wang Baole thought about it. The world inside the Yuanyu Dao Kong seemed a little different from what he had known before, especially the way of practicing by turning into singing voices. Although Wang Baole had also seen it in the stone tablet world before and in some monks, it was obviously completely different from the monks here in essence and meaning.

"Cultivating to a certain level, can the whole body turn into an illusory piece of music?" This novel practice, the rules and rules represented by it, gave Wang Baole some interest. As for eternal existence and immortality, Wang Baole did not believe it.

But at this moment, perhaps because of the other party's detailed answer or other unknown reasons, he had a good impression of the young man in front of him. He even clearly felt his heart, and the feeling of joy seemed to be more.

This surprised Wang Baole a little. His eyes slowly narrowed, and he fiddled with the two wisps of notes in his fingers, causing the rhythm that was distorted by the wail to sound again. With the help of this force, he dispelled his inner joy, Wang Baole suddenly asked.

"What about you?"

The young man hesitated for a moment, but his good survival habits quickly made him forget what he thought was stupid words without any obstacles and became like a stream of good deeds.

"The younger generation is a branch of the joy branch. The way to practice is the joyful path. This way of practice can exude joy in every move and make everyone infected. According to the joy script, practicing to the extreme and reaching the level of the joy master can make sentient beings in the world become obsessed with joy."

"Happy Dao?" Wang Baole was about to ask, but at this moment, the red fog around suddenly rolled, and there were even more thunder sounds coming from afar.

It would be fine if it were just that. At the same time as the thunder sound came, as the red mist rolled, there was a large golden net that seemed to be formed in all directions, and was rapidly gathering towards this place.

This scene made Wang Baole's eyes flash and he asked the young man.

"What's going on?"

The young man was also stunned for a moment, with a confused look on his face.

"Is it because of the other strong men from Tingyu City chasing me? No, I haven't heard of Tingyu City that there are people who cultivate thunder in Tingyu City..."

"Even if there is really, I won't be chasing me here."

"This is all in the underground nothingness. There will be no other life here except those ancient people who have not awakened. Could it be that there are ancient people who have awakened?" The young man was surprised. What he said was not false, but that he was really puzzled.

Because according to his understanding, the ancients did not wake up frequently, and it was rare to see one at this moment, but it would be too rare if they happened to meet the second one.

With Wang Baole's experience and vision, he saw that the young man was really confused, so he narrowed his eyes and put away the two wisps of the rhythm he had captured alive. He grabbed the young man beside him, shook his body and retreated backwards, ready to avoid this area.

Because of his insanity, the thunder coming from far to near at this moment gave him a sense of crisis, and it would be unusual for him to have such a sense of crisis.

But... the moment Wang Baole retreated, for some reason, his behavior was noticed by the coming thunder. The thunder suddenly became violent and its speed suddenly surged. In the next moment, as the fog burst, a black spear surrounded the purple lightning, directly breaking through the fog in front and suddenly came towards Wang Baole.

This spear is like a bamboo shoot, and its speed turns into a afterimage, creating a vast power, containing the power of destroying the Tao. As soon as it appears, it makes the four directions roar, especially the destructive meaning emitted, which is comparable to the peak power of the fourth step.

The next moment, he rushed directly to Wang Baole and was about to pass through.

But obviously, these alone are not enough to threaten Wang Baole. Almost as the spear approached, the eight poles in Wang Baole's body exploded, and he raised his left hand and grabbed the spear with a huge aura!

No matter how aggressive the spear is, how buzzing and struggling, it will be useless. Wang Baole's left hand clamps it like an iron pliers.

Then he swung a sharp turn, causing the spear to reverse the direction and go wherever he came, and even faster and stronger!

As the whistling sounded loudly, the spear rushed into the mist that was pierced when it came.

The next moment, with a loud noise, a figure wearing a white mask and wearing a white robe suddenly walked out. The moment he walked out, the golden net that appeared in the fog around him became more and more obvious at this moment, completely revealed.

This scene made Wang Baole's eyes narrow. At the same time, the young man who was grabbed by his right hand suddenly opened his eyes wide at this moment, as if he had remembered something, his expression changed from confusion to fear, and it quickly turned into horror and screamed in dismay.

"Emperor Spirit!"

"Oh my God, this... this is the Emperor Spirit!!"

"What is the Emperor Spirit?" Wang Baole asked immediately.

"The Emperor Spirit is the legendary apostle of the Heavenly Way. He will never appear in the world even if he is immortal. This is wrong. Why does even the Emperor Spirit appear? It is rumored that they have only one mission, that is, to kill outsiders..." At this point, the young man suddenly stopped his voice, turned his head quickly and looked at Wang Baole blankly, with a deeper shock in his eyes.

"You... aren't you an ancient? Are you... an outsider?"

"Kill outsiders, immortality?" Wang Baole thoughtfully. Seeing the monk wearing a white mask and a white robe coming in lightning, he did not dodge himself.

Because in the next moment, with the whistling sound coming out from the side, the spear thrown out by Wang Baole directly broke through the red fog and rushed out suddenly, at a speed much faster than before. At the moment of appearance, it approached the white figure walking towards Wang Baole.

The white figure immediately noticed it, and his body shook and wanted to avoid it, but it was too late. In the blink of an eye, as the roar echoed, the spear directly penetrated his chest, exploded his body and split into pieces.

The young man was stunned again.

But Wang Baole's expression did not relax at all, but his brows immediately frowned, because a mere fourth step of Emperor Spirit was not enough to make him feel the previous sense of crisis, especially after the death of the Emperor Spirit, his sense of crisis not only did not decrease, but heavier.

The next breath, Wang Baole immediately looked at the place where the Emperor Spirit collapsed, and his eyes suddenly contracted, because there, the collapsed Emperor Spirit not only did not completely destroy, but instead... a new figure suddenly gathered from its scattered flesh and blood.

Two Emperor Spirits!
Chapter completed!