At the same time, Wang Baole, who was sitting cross-legged on the top of the second floor of the world, seemed to have noticed something. He looked up at the sky and narrowed his eyes slightly.

At that moment, he felt a faint feeling as if he was swept by a divine thought, but this divine thought lacked agility and was very mechanical, as if he was only targeting the investigation of external rules.

Wang Baole's whole body, both inside and outside, is now filled with the law of joy. In several months, he has already completely hidden the external rules in his body.

This is closely related to the fifth step of his cultivation. Because all the ways are available, he can also achieve the ultimate in subtle control, so he can hide it perfectly.

If the fourth step is changed, because it is just the source of one path and is too deeply involved, it will not be able to completely hide like Wang Baole.

"The water is very deep in the sky of the Yuanyu Dao..." Wang Baole withdrew his gaze toward Cangqiong, closed his eyes, and continued to meditate, causing the seeds of joy in his body to emit countless tentacles, which continued to grow in his body.

Time passed slowly, and soon three months passed. Wang Baole's rules of joy have reached a more perfect level at this moment. At the same time, he also realized the kindness of the residents in the village below the mountain. It seems that those who practice this kind of joy are mostly kind, which is related to the origin of this rule.

This kind of kindness also won Wang Baole's recognition.

But... obviously in this Yuanyu Dao Kong, the quality of goodness is not the main theme, just like a torch that appears in the dark night. If the darkness cannot be suppressed, the final outcome can only be regarded as an alien and extinguished in the darkness.

This is the branch village of this joyful vein. One night a few days later, Wang Baole, who was sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the mountains in the distance.

As I looked at it, there seemed to be nothing unusual. I could only see the shadows formed by the plants and trees with the help of the faint moonlight, but... it was too quiet.

Perhaps it was this silence that caused a strange sound of opera to be heard in Wang Baole's ears.

"I can't be reborn..."

"The back is always there..."

It was a woman's voice, exuding resentment, weirdness, and even more depressing, as if it contained a shrill reluctance and roar, but it could not be released.

When it came into Wang Baole's ears, Wang Baole's whole person shook suddenly, as if his heart was held by an invisible hand at this moment, and was slowly squeezed, as if he was about to crush it, tear the blood vessels connected to it, and pull it out of his body.

Even more at this moment, the dark mountains in the distance in front of Wang Baole's eyes became translucent at this moment. The originally faint moonlight seemed to penetrate the translucent, making the world seem much clearer than before.

With the help of this clarity, you can see... a woman in a long blue dress with black hair shawls, lowered her head and was walking from the mountains. Her figure was very tall, just as horizontal as the mountains. Drops of blood could be seen slowly falling on her face covered by black hair.

Around her, hundreds of vague figures were floating. These figures sometimes turned into music and sometimes returned to human form. Together with the woman, she was walking slowly towards the village under the mountain where Wang Baole was located.

The singing became clearer.

"It hurts lovesickness and causes dust..."

"Who is waiting for who will come back..."

Wherever you pass, the translucent mountains around you were stained with blood, and all the vegetation was withering. The resentment of the sound was even stronger, and the depressing and shrill thought seemed to be about to burst out at the extreme at this moment.

Wang Baole's mind roared again, and the joy in his body instantly dispersed. He squinted his eyes and stared at the woman in green walking in the distance. Based on his understanding of this world, he knew the other party's origin without guessing.

It was the monk from Tingyu City, but it was obvious that what he appeared this time was not the same level as what he encountered in the red fog. The latter was just a small piece of music, not a complete music.

But what appears now is not only the music is more complete, but also the lyrics appear.

It can even affect his mind, which shows that the identity of this woman in blue must be a powerful person in Tingyu City.

"Are you here to find me? Or destroy the branch of joy at the foot of the mountain?" When Wang Baole's eyes flashed slightly, the monks from the Joy lineage were awakened in the depression under the mountain where he was. The sound of joy, accompanied by the feeling of joy, suddenly filled the world, as if the flames that were suppressed in the dark but were unwilling to be extinguished, were barely persevering.

Even more, in the dispersion of the joy, some kind of teleportation method was formed, which was continuously opened, and a soft light curtain could be seen rising from the edge of the depression, as if it was about to turn into a cover.

As the orthodox branch of the joy lineage, even though it is weak now, it is naturally due to being chased for many years, so there are some ways to save lives. This is the teleportation of joy.

When the light curtains are connected together to form a complete cover, it is the moment when the teleportation begins.

It is obvious that the singer who came to Listen to Youcheng was too strong. The strangeness and resentment of the singing directly affected the minds of everyone in the village, making every monk with joy seem to be caught in the heart. While his face was pale, his vitality was also passing rapidly, as if he was about to wither.

This has caused their joy to be impacted and affected. The method of teleportation cannot be completed in an instant, and it has become distorted in the fluctuations of the singing. The rising light curtains have signs of collapse.

Wang Baole sighed softly. After living here for half a year, he recognized this village, no matter whether the other party came to him or the target was this village, he had no reason to stand by and watch.

So at the moment when the teleportation light curtain of the village was twisting, Wang Baole looked at the woman in green who was slowly walking in the distance, with a smile on her face. Almost as soon as his smile appeared, the rules of joy burst out on him, forming an invisible wave of emotions, which spread out around her.

Wherever they passed, those withered plants seemed to have reappeared vitality, and the mountains stained with blood also appeared as if they were washed, and even this translucent world was forcibly returned to their positions at this moment.

The woman in green who came from afar suddenly paused. There were seven or eight singers and monks floating around her immediately, and they couldn't help but smile. Their music was interrupted by themselves, and the moment when the smile appeared,...both body and spirit were destroyed.

Taking advantage of this moment of opportunity, the light curtain of the village at the foot of the mountain completed the connection in an instant, and the teleportation formation was opened with a bang. Just as the monks of the Joy Dividing Craft in the village teleported away, the woman in green who had stopped slowly raised her head.

Under the moonlight, you can see the woman's face exposed in the gap between her black hair. The face... was bleeding from seven orifices, and there was a deep black bruise on her neck.

Her eyes were deep and faintly inside her eyes, and there was a figure of a woman, dancing like an actor, singing a more depressing and resentful opera.

"The night rain is evil and autumn lights are on..."

“Light up the empty stage…”

"If you should come, don't come..."
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