The First Thousand Six Hundred and Ninety-Eight Chapters

Chapter 1698 The Nether Stone Is Not Enough To Make It Together

Ye Chen followed Zhao Yun to the deeper part of this ghost town.

Not long after, the two stepped into a ghost gate one after another.

As soon as you enter the ghost gate, the scene changes drastically, it is a big space, with mountains, water and forests, it is dark and dark, and the mist is misty.

There are many restrictions here, it is secretive and ancient, and it is extremely mysterious.

Looking around, there are battle platforms on the top of the hills, and people are gathered under each platform.

Most of them are little ghosts, big ghosts and ghost kings, and it is rare to see ghost generals.

Most of their cultivations are at the emperor level and quasi-sage level, and not many at the saint level, but there are some, and their postures are extremely high.

"Hit, hit him, and if you win, I will invite you to drink."

"Don't be shy, stand up and continue to work, I'm optimistic about you."

"You fucking fight! Big move, big move."

It was very lively here, the shouts and shouts were loud, and the roars were extremely excited, much louder than outside.

"What is this place?" Ye Chen looked at Zhao Yun in amazement.

"The gambling arena." Zhao Yun smiled, "To put it more bluntly, it is the place to gamble, and it is the fastest to make money."

When Ye Chen heard this, he couldn't help pulling the corners of his mouth, with a strange expression.

This underworld is really colorful and colorful.

Is this hell? Apart from being a little dark, it is no different from the sun room, it feels like the sun room at night.

Seeing this gambling arena directly refreshed his three views.

"Go, try your hand first." Zhao Yun said, dragged Ye Chen away, climbed up a hill, and stopped under a platform.

This battle stage, like other battle stages, was full of people, and the big ghosts and the little ghosts howled loudly, like fighting chicken blood.

Ye Chen glanced under the stage, then looked at the stage.

On the battlefield, the rumblings were endless, and the battle was in full swing.

Look at both sides of the battle,

One of them is a big ghost with a bull's head all his life, his cultivation base is not high, he is only at the emperor level, and he is fierce and vicious.

As for the other side, it was a sturdy person, wearing black armor, holding a battle dagger in his hand, and the attack was very fierce.

However, it looks a little strange, with a dull look, empty eyes, and no one's emotions are revealed.

"Puppet?" Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and touched his chin.

"More precisely, it's a zombie." Zhao Yun smiled.

"Look at the old man, he is the master of the platform, and all the zombies belong to him." Zhao Yun pointed to the side of the battle platform, where there was a stone platform, on top of which sat an old man in black, a genuine saint, a rank. The god is the underworld.

"What kind of gambling method." Ye Chen glanced at the old man, then turned to Zhao Yun, he was more concerned about this issue.

"It's very simple, just go up and fight. There are restrictions on the battlefield, and you will be equipped with zombies as opponents. The level of zombies is one level higher than that of challengers. For example, if you are in the imperial realm, then your opponent zombies are quasi-sages. If You win, the stone belongs to you, and if you lose, the stone belongs to the master."

"That's what it means!" Ye Chen smiled, and consciously put on a mask to avoid being recognized.

"Hit, hit! Hit his head, that's the cover."

When the two of them were talking, the howling resumed, each of them holding the jug and screaming loudly, wishing they could all rush to help.

"Interesting." Ye Chen smiled lightly, looking at the battle platform quietly.

Quasi-Saint-level zombies are very fierce, they can use secret magic powers, dance wars, open and close, and fight the big ghosts miserably.

Look at the big ghost again, howling, but he couldn't raise his head all the way, and he was very embarrassed. Every time he tried to attack, he was beaten back, and his body had been broken several times.

Blood splattered all over the battle stage, and the big ghost was defeated without any suspense. He was shoved off the battle stage with a spear by the zombie, and his face was crooked.

"But there are still challengers." The master of the battle platform stretched his waist.

"I'm coming." When the host finished speaking, he heard a big ghost hissing.

Speaking of that big ghost, he is really fascinated and confident.

However, before he finished his set of actions, he was pulled aside by Ye Chen, and he didn't have time to watch you stinky.

Ye Chen came to the stage, stood still, and twisted his neck fiercely.

The host glanced at Ye Chen lazily, "How much to bet."

"That's all." Ye Chen waved his hand, and the only dozen or so Nether Stones were taken out and hung in the air.

"Minimum... five hundred." The master of the battle platform said lightly.

"So much." Ye Chen coughed dryly, looked down at the stage hopefully, and his eyes fell on Zhao Yun, "Is there a ghost stone?"

"It's really nothing." Zhao Yun also coughed dryly, and tugged at his pockets. There was not a single piece of it, and it was cleaner than his face.

"What are you doing if you don't have money." There were scoldings from below.

Especially the big ghost just now, calling out the loudest.

I didn't even finish playing handsome, and I was pulled aside by you.

Ye Chen was embarrassed, hehe smiled, "Come again next time."

"There are not enough dark stones, you can use merit to make up for it." Before Ye Chen stepped down, he heard the stage owner speak, and his words were flat.

"Is this okay?" Ye Chen's eyes suddenly brightened.

"One merit is worth a thousand dark stones." The host yawned.

"Then let's just bet on merit." Ye Chen smiled.

"Okay." The host is very straightforward. The most important thing is that he is very confident in his zombies, and it is like playing in the emperor's realm.

"Say it earlier!" Ye Chen was even more excited, knowing that there was such a good place, he would not go to the sea of ​​evil to kill the dragon, it was dangerous.

"How much to bet." The host looked at Ye Chen with interest.

"As much as there is in this merit book, I will bet as much." Ye Chen took out the merit book and hung it in the air.

"I'll go, more than 1,400 merits, this guy is crazy!"

Ye Chen's words caused an uproar below. It's not that there are no people who gamble on merit, but he has never seen such a generous shot.

Not only them, but the master of the battle platform couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

The merits are so precious, they are linked to the status of gods, and they are better than the Nether Stone. There are more than 1,000 merits, what a number that is.

Involuntarily, he sat upright slightly, narrowed his old eyes slightly, and scanned Ye Chen. If he dared to do this, there must be a ghost.

However, after this peek, he was very sure that Ye Chen was an emperor and did not hide his cultivation.

At the scene, the only person who was relatively calm was Zhao Yun.

Ye Chen's combat power, he knows best, not to mention a quasi-saint-level zombie, a saint-level zombie will also be killed.

He was certain that Ye Chen only had more than 1,000 meritorious deeds, and if it was more, Ye Chen would bet it all without hesitation.

"In a word, bet or not." Ye Chen smiled at the audience.

"Blocked." The host said lightly, and immediately flicked his sleeves, there was a zombie on the battlefield, and it was placed opposite Ye Chen.

It was a quasi-sage-level zombie, and it was infinitely close to the saint-level. It was a strong one specially chosen by the master.

"Refreshing." Ye Chen showed two rows of snow-white teeth, and there was an extra guy in his hand, which was a big club.

"Hit." The host shouted and gave the zombie an order.

Under the order, the zombie that was standing still for a moment suddenly moved, and it was shot with a palm, as heavy as a mountain.

Ye Chen sneered, smashed the battle platform with one step, and swung his mace.

The palm collided with the stick, wiping out thunder sparks, and rumbled.

Afterwards, everyone present raised their heads, their eyes moved in unison, and the corners of their mouths twitched violently.

What are they looking at? Naturally, it was to see that the zombie was killed by Ye Chen with a blow, and he didn't know how far it flew out.

The one with the most wonderful expression was the host, who was stunned.

That is a quasi-sage level zombie, the level is infinitely close to the saint level, and it is not a problem to slap over a peak of the imperial realm.

But now, this picture really made him rub his hands too late.

Such a tyrannical zombie was actually blown away by an imperial realm, this motherfucker is too fast!

For a while, the way he looked at Ye Chen changed.

The people watching the battle in the audience also looked at Ye Chen, what is this, it is suddenly lawless!

Ye Chen pursed his hair, and his style was getting better.

The evil dragon in the sea of ​​evil, I didn't breathe a dozen of them in one breath, and a quasi-sacred zombie wanted to lie on me, what about playing?

I'm not blowing it with you, even if you drive out a sage-level zombie, I'll give you the same shit, that's how it hangs.

"Okay." After the silence, Zhao Yun howled.

The scene was instantly noisy, grinning and tongue-tied constantly, "One Emperor Realm! This is too fierce, let's hang up!"

"One trick to fly, I haven't reacted to it yet."

"No wonder you dare to bet more than a thousand merits and virtues, you have the confidence!"

"I won, give me the merit." Ye Chen stretched out his hand.

The old face of the station owner was instantly blackened, like coke, with black lines running around, and it couldn't be wiped off.

He looked down on his zombie too highly, and looked down on Ye Chen too much, so much so that he was confused.

This is a good time. The loser is a miserable one. Even if it is an underworld general, it will be too much to lose more than a thousand merits.

"Senior, merit." Ye Chen smiled while rubbing his hands.

"I will give it." The host blew his beard and stared, took out the merit book, raised his hand, and scratched it very painfully.

His merit book number was less than a thousand, and correspondingly, Ye Chen's merit book was more than a thousand, directly doubled.

Ye Chen smiled and blossomed with joy, which was much more than killing an evil dragon. It came quickly and easily.

If he continues like this, he will be able to do it all the way to the underworld generals without stopping, and if he has merit, he will still need to buy Zhaolongsan with some underworld stones.

Below, full of tsk tongues, looking at it and swallowing saliva.

More than 1,000 merits, how many dragons must be killed, how many years of post, and how many ghosts must be escorted by ox head and horse face.

But the thing is so inch, and more than a thousand merits are so easy to get, and it's a neat thing.

"Come on, go all in, continue." Ye Chen laughed, confiscating the merit book, still hanging it, full of energy.

"Your strength is too strong, the old man wants to replace it with a saint-level zombie." The host said with a dark face, "You can choose not to challenge."

"Pick, why not pick." Ye Chen grinned and smiled.

"That's what you said." The host acted very sloppily and released a saint-level zombie, for fear that Ye Chen would go back on it.

After being deceived by Ye Chen for more than a thousand merits, he will always win it back.

Soon, across from Ye Chen, a zombie manifested.

This zombie is wearing black gold armor, and it is like a pole, and it does not move, its body is heavy, and its aura is strong.

It has ancient divine lines between its eyebrows, and there are thunder and lightning looming on its body. Just looking at it makes it scary.

In contrast, the quasi-sacred zombie is not known how much weaker.