Hearing the drunk man's words, Wang Baole's eyes were deep and without answering. He looked at the dissipating drunk man and the world in front of him calmly. Until a few breaths, the entire city was like a broken bubble, collapsed and turned into nothingness.

While it dissipated, the moment when dreams and reality intertwined, Wang Baole's dream method also naturally moved, seized the slightest opportunity and closed his eyes.

At the same time, Wang Baole, who was sitting cross-legged under the overpass in the Xiangang Continent, was gradually blurring at this moment, just like his existence, becoming a person in the painting, and was wiped away little by little at this moment.

As he wiped away, after completely disappearing, Wang Baole, who existed here in Yuanyu Daokong, slowly opened his eyes from the closure, and his body gradually became flesh and blood until the moment his eyes completely opened and closed...

He is no longer in his dream.

What I saw in front of me was a strange world!

The sky here is like fire, endless red and smearing like blood, giving people an indescribable sense of evil.

As for the earth, it is full of barrenness and no grass grows, and it is difficult to see traces of life. Even the ruins are within sight, without any sight.

It's as if this is a forbidden zone for life.

Desolation and exhaustion seem to be the main theme here. Even the wind blowing gives people a sense of roughness. When it falls on its body, Wang Baole feels like it is being dissipated.

"The wind here... contains special rules, as if absorbing my vitality." Wang Baole felt it silently for a moment, looked around again, and then his divine thoughts suddenly dissipated and rumbled across the world.

He wanted to see what kind of area it was here, but obviously there was suppression in this universe, and even Wang Baole's cultivation level could only be scattered.

Although it is only part of it, it is vast enough to be comparable to the size of the entire stone tablet world.

However, within the scope of his spiritual consciousness, the earth did not change at all. It was still like this, and life did not appear at all from beginning to end.

Wang Baole narrowed his eyes, shook his body, and his speed exploded, galloping towards the distance. After flying out for two hours, his brows gradually frowned.

Because according to what he had learned before, there were a universe transformed by one hundred and eight great powers in the Yuanyu Daohu. Logically speaking, I should be in a universe at this moment, but after two hours of speeding, even if his divine thoughts are suppressed here, it is enough to leap into a universe, not to mention that this is just a continent.

But so far, there has been no change here, nor has it reached the boundary of this continent. Life is still extinct here.

"It's a little wrong. There shouldn't be no life here... Otherwise, who are the countless light spots I saw before, as I saw before?"

Wang Baole stood under the red sky, looked down at the earth, and after a while, he looked up at the sky. Since this continent seemed to have no end, he planned to go to the sky to take a look.

Thinking of this, Wang Baole's body suddenly rose and galloped towards the red sky, but this sky was extremely strange, as if it had no end. No matter how Wang Baole moved forward, even if it was deep into the sky, red light was everywhere, and he still could not completely rush out.

It seems that the world where he is located is like infinite, and all positions are difficult to step out of.

Even in the end, because the red light was too rich, it faintly changed and turned into a red fog, but he was still trapped in it and could not find his way out.

This made Wang Baole's brows continue to frown, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. After his body paused, he raised his right hand and the Baji Dao burst out in his body. As the power of the five elements flowed, he was about to forcefully break through this world.

But at this moment, Wang Baole's expression suddenly condensed, and there was a fluctuation within the range of his divine consciousness. If his divine consciousness is compared to a lake, then the fluctuation at this moment would be like a stone falling into the lake, causing slight ripples.

Almost at a moment of waving, Wang Baole's divine consciousness was locked rapidly, and he clearly felt the red fog area. At this moment, there was a figure galloping at an extremely fast speed.

This figure is quite strange. Its speed is obviously much different from that of Wang Baole, but even with Wang Baole's current cultivation level, he can't see clearly.

I could only faintly feel the moment I felt the other person's whole person, and even in my perception, I was infected and happiness appeared in my heart.

Even after this figure, there were two figures as blurry as the other party, chasing rapidly. These two figures were even more weird than this joyful person, because to be precise, they... are no longer complete figures.

In Wang Baole's perception, these two pursuers seemed to be between substance and illusion. They could vaguely recognize human figures when they were substance, but when they were illusion, they completely disappeared, leaving only two musical songs that Wang Baole had never heard of, one was fast and the other was slow, drifting by his mind.

Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and observed for a while. He realized that these three figures were chasing and were about to leave his spiritual range. So a light flashed in his eyes, his body stepped forward and suddenly disappeared.

When he appeared, he was suddenly in the middle of these three figures. His appearance was too sudden, which made the pursuer stunned for a moment. As for the two people chasing, this was even more so.

When he arrived here, for some reason, Wang Baole could already see the appearance of these three people with his naked eyes. The person being pursued was a young man with a pale face and a weak appearance. But for some reason, when Wang Baole saw him, he felt a sense of joy in his heart.

And the two pursuers were both middle-aged, with a cold face and an indescribable sense of arrogance.

These two people seemed to be more fierce. Wang Baole appeared suddenly, but after they were stunned, their speed did not decrease at all. They rushed towards Wang Baole. When they rushed forward, the two figures were blurred and disappeared, with only two rays of music, which became more and more obvious from far to near, and came quickly towards Wang Baole.

"What kind of magical power are they?" Wang Baole was curious and turned around and asked the young man who was chased.

As the question was finished, as the music was heard by Wang Baole, there were signs of being controlled in his body, and there was even a strange force that rose violently in his body, as if it was about to explode and submerge him.

This surprised Wang Baole. He suppressed the two wisps of music in his body, and felt it carefully as if he was looking at a little earthworm.

At the same time, the person who was pursued obviously did not know what kind of existence Wang Baole was, so he looked at him and sneered in his heart.

"I met a singer who listened to the city of Yu, and let the music surround him. This person should be an ancient man who had just woken up. He was so stupid. How could he ask questions like this when he met? Only stupid people would tell him truthfully." The young man snorted coldly, his eyes as if he could have a premonition that the next moment, this inexplicable arrival would definitely die, turned his head and accelerated his escape.

But just as his body shook and flew out less than ten feet, the two wisps of music behind him... came to an abrupt end!

After being stunned, the young man subconsciously turned around. The moment he saw the scene behind him clearly, his eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen a ghost.

"You, you..."

At this moment, Wang Baole, who was looking at him, was standing there, holding two wisps of notes in the gap between his fingers, looking at them curiously and fiddling them constantly.

And the two wisps of notes trembled violently at this moment, as if they were at the extreme of fear. They wailed in the struggle, which changed the rhythm.

Just now, these two wisps of music hit his majestic cultivation, and then... they began to tremble and wanted to retreat, but it was obviously too late.

"What kind of magical power are they?" When Wang Baole noticed that the young man who was being chased stopped, he looked up and asked again seriously as the two notes struggled and wailed.

The young man took a breath, struggled and hesitated for a while, and spoke obediently.

"Senior, they are monks from the city of You. Their practices are sounds. All the sounds they can hear are their practice states of practice. Those who have practiced to a certain level can transform into music, exist forever, and are immortal."
Chapter completed!