Chapter 63 Is It Too Little?

The gambling land of the three dynasties is set at the junction of the three dynasties. Mysterious Mountains!

Before Yinmi Sanmai, there is a huge square, Yinmi Square.

The first to arrive was the British Dynasty.

The British Dynasty was a dynasty of one ghost, and the emperor of the dynasty was a thousand-year-old ghost.

The world is divided into yin and yang. After death, a person has only a 1% chance to become a ghost, and a ghost also has a 1% chance to be reborn as an adult. Therefore, most ghosts do not choose to reincarnate in the underworld, just like most people in the underworld do not want to die.

The dynasty of ghosts, the lord of Great Britain, Yan Chongzhi.

Yan Chongzhi sat on a pitch-black dragon throne, and the carved dragons on the throne were all pitch-black, looking very gloomy. He is dressed in a black dragon robe, his face is like a jade crown, and he wears a black jade flat crown on his head. His eyes are piercing.

Followed by an army of about 800,000, all of them were dressed in black armor and black hats, covering their whole body so that they could not see clearly. The strange thing is, this 800,000 army. All of them didn't touch the ground, just floating there.

Eight hundred thousand ghost army. The army of ghost cultivators.

On Yan Chongzhi's dragon platform, behind the dragon chair, there are still some cronies standing, including a few human beings, but most of them are ghost cultivators, but these ghosts are obviously much more advanced, have a human form, and their faces are extremely pale. There was no blood, and his face was a little scary.

These people did not dare to take half a step, standing behind Yan Chongzhi's throne. Just behind the throne, there is a strange scene, which makes this huge ghost cultivator team look a bit nondescript.

Why is it neither fish nor fowl, because behind the dragon chair, in an abrupt place behind, there is a reclining chair, a white jade-carved reclining chair, and on the reclining chair, there is a sloppy old man who is smoking a sensitive rosacea. Sleepy eyes are fluffy, wearing a shabby gray robe, he sleeps very lazily on the recliner, holding a big wine gourd in his arms, while sleeping, he stretches out his hand to scratch his body from time to time. Scratch on the ass.

For such an indecent drunken old man, these sloppy and indecent actions immediately made the incomparably majestic army of ghost cultivators lose their momentum. But Yan Chongzhi didn't take it seriously, he didn't stop the old man at all, but let him go.

The huge army of ghost cultivators first stopped at the southwest of Yinmi Square. Yan Chongzhi flicked his big sleeves, put his hands on the armrests of the dragon chair, closed his eyes and waited.

While Yan Chongzhi was waiting, the second dynasty arrived.

Great Flood Dynasty.

The Great Flood Dynasty, the emperor, Guo Feng.

Guo Feng is human, and the army he leads is naturally also human.

Guo Feng was wearing a blood-colored dragon robe and a blood-colored flat sky crown. The face is slightly fierce, and there is a little fierce light in the eyes all the time, looking very fierce.

On the dragon platform, stood a group of cronies, but they were all standing behind Guo Feng, and there was only one blood-faced man standing slightly forward. Although his status was not as good as Guo Feng's, it was obvious that he was below one person and above ten thousand people. Very noble!

Under the dragon platform. It is the army of the Daxun Dynasty.

The army of the Daxun Dynasty is divided into two types, one is infantry and the other is wolf cavalry.

There are 300,000 infantry and 200,000 wolf cavalry.

Two hundred thousand wolf cavalry stood on top of a giant wolf. These wolves were very strange. Their bodies were blood red and their eyes were red. They looked like ghosts from hell. Blood wolf!

Being able to stand on top of the blood wolf, those cavalrymen are also first-class and powerful.

A powerful Daxun Dynasty, a powerful wolf cavalry unit.

The army stepped on endless smoke and dust, and finally stopped at the northwest of Yinmi Mountain Range when Guo Feng waved his hand.

The orders and prohibitions of the army are incomparably tacit, even the blood wolves are incomparably neat.

Flicking his sleeves, Guo Feng put his hands on the armrests of the dragon chair, and looked up at Yan Chongzhi in the distance.

The lords of the two dynasties met again.

"Yan Chongzhi, long time no see!" Guo Feng laughed. There was an inexplicable meaning in his expression.

"Long time no see!" Yan Chongzhi nodded.

When the lords of the two dynasties talk, others naturally have no right to speak, and they all listen quietly. This is authority.

"What do you think of this gambling land?" Guo Feng asked very directly.

"What do you think?" Yan Chongzhi asked without answering.

The two fought aggressively, and neither of them revealed what was in their hearts.

"Daxian destroyed the dynasty, and in a short period of time, a great dynasty rose, do you understand?" Guo Feng asked.

"The Great Emperor Dynasty. The emperor is not a good person by coercing the emperor to order the princes!" Yan Chongzhi said.

"Are you a good generation again?" Guo Feng teased.

Yan Chongzhi's eyes turned cold, and then he suppressed the hostility in his heart and said, "Don't fall into his hands!"

"He? Zhong Shan? He's just a nobody. After decades of finishing his dynasty, I might still face him. The current him? He's just an upstart." Guo Feng showed a hint of disdain.

Guo Feng is too arrogant. He reprimanded Zhong Shan in front of more than one million troops in the two dynasties, that is, he insulted Zhong Shan in front of the world outside the forbidden area. Such arrogance will sooner or later pay the price.

Yan Chongzhi looked at Guo Feng on the opposite side with a sneer.

And just as the two emperors were talking, they could already see a dark shadow in the distance to the east.

The Great Emperor is here.

Zhong Shan brought 800,000 troops from Changjing.

After several years of training, the army marched very neatly, and the two emperors raised their brows unconsciously when they were in the distance.

so neat?

Although Zhong Shan only brought an army of 800,000, when the army of 800,000 marched, they raised their feet and landed at the same time, and their movements were exactly the same. Every step they took was like the sound of a war drum.

Amidst the incomparably neat sound of stomping on the ground, the army slowly approached the Yinmi Square.

The huge imperial flag soars into the sky. On the dragon platform in the front, Zhong Shan is wearing a golden nine-claw dragon robe, which looks extremely conspicuous. He wears a golden flat sky crown, which further enhances his aura of emperor.

The Nine Dragons cable-stayed dragon chair is a display of the strength of the emperor. On the dragon platform and behind the dragon chair, all the cronies follow. Stand respectfully. All of them had solemn faces, and the imperial aura rushed towards them from a long distance away.

emperor. This is the emperor. From the looks of it, he is much stronger.

Dalong Dynasty.

Yan Chongzhi and Guo Feng watched with cold eyes.

The army advanced slowly, and finally reached the Yinmi Square. Without Zhong Shan saying a word, Lin Xiao waved his hand knowingly, and the army suddenly stopped, and then stood there motionless like a statue.

The strictness of the army made the two dynasties on the opposite side raise their eyebrows. It was not that they did not expect such a rigorous army, but that they did not expect that the Dacheng Dynasty would develop so rapidly in just two years. In such a short period of time, the monks have been trained into such a well-disciplined army.

Faced with it, both Yan Chongzhi and Guo Feng put away their contempt.

Behind the Zhongshan Dragon Chair stood Mr. Corpse, Lin Xiao, Xianxian, Shapo and some newly promoted ministers.

When Xianxian arrived at Yinmi Square, he turned his small eyes and stared at the countless blood wolves in the distance, but he turned his head to look at the 800,000 ghost army in the distance after just a glance.

Wolf, what's there to see? Xianxian himself is a wolf. It is better to look at ghosts than to look at wolves. Ghosts are so rare, especially there are 800,000 ghost troops here. This momentum is so beautiful.

Staring at the 800,000 ghost army like immortals, there is also Mr. Corpse. Mr. Corpse just smiled lightly.

Sha Po was staring at the blood wolf in the distance, the army of blood wolves! Looking at it, Sha Po focused his eyes on the blood-masked man behind Guo Feng on the dragon platform opposite.

Seeing that man, Sha Po's eyes lit up, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, Sha Po looked at the blood-masked man, and the blood-masked man also stared at Sha Po and Xianxian.

The blood-faced man raised his eyebrows involuntarily.

Although I didn't see how well the two men were cultivated, but the blood-masked man had a very strange feeling that the two men were from the wolf tribe. This is the instinctive feeling of the blood-masked man, and it is also a kind of induction to the same kind, because the blood-masked man himself. It is a blood wolf.

When Guo Feng's army came earlier, the sloppy alcoholic behind Yan Chong was still in his own way, sleeping with his eyes closed and scratching his buttocks. However, when Zhongshan Dalong Dynasty came, his eyes opened strangely, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, then his eyes became cloudy again, he closed his eyes, and fell asleep again, as if he had just had a convulsion.

Zhong Shan sat on the dragon chair, flicked his sleeves, put them on the armrest of the dragon chair, and looked at the two emperors opposite.

"Daying Dynasty, Zhong Shan, I have met you two!" Zhong Shan laughed.

"Daying Dynasty, Yan Chongzhi, I have seen Zhong Shan!" Yan Chongzhi looked at Zhong Shan in the distance and said.

"Great Flood Dynasty, Guo Feng, I have admired you for a long time!" Guo Feng looked at Zhong Shan with an ugly smile.

In this way, the two dynasties can be regarded as a statement to the world, acknowledging the status of Zhong Shan of the Dagong Dynasty.

"Zhong Shan! You know the rules of gambling, right?" Guo Feng looked at Zhong Shan and said.

"I've heard about it a little bit, why, do you have any new tricks?" Zhong Shan looked at Guo Feng and smiled.

"New pattern? Heh, I want to ask, how many cities are you going to use for gambling?" Guo Feng sneered.

"Dagu is a new dynasty, so naturally I will listen to the opinions of the two of you first." Zhong Shan kicked the ball back.

"How about we bet ten seats?" Guo Feng suddenly smiled evilly.

ten seats? In the past, there were usually five gambling lands in the three dynasties, five in each dynasty, and eight at most. Now Guo Feng actually opened up to ten lands. You must know that there are only more than 30 fairy cities in each dynasty, that is, one-time Taking nearly one-third of the country's land for gambling, Guo Feng said in a big tone, as if he had decided on this newcomer Zhong Shan.

"Yan Chongzhi, what do you think?" Zhong Shan asked Yan Chongzhi, who was staring to the southwest.

"Ten cities, I, the British Dynasty, can still get them." Yan Chongzhi responded to Guo Feng's words, as if he wanted to see Zhong Shan's reaction.

"Heh" Zhong Shan showed a silent smile.

"What? Emperor Dalong dare not?" Guo Feng said with a contemptuous smile.

The cronies behind Guo Feng all showed gloating looks, but behind Zhong Shan, Xianxian's eyes were angry, but the others were as calm as Taishan.

This is a dialogue between the three emperors, and others are not allowed to speak out even if they have any emotions. This is the rule.

Zhong Shan smiled strangely and said, "Ten cities, aren't they too few?"