Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

Chapter 1699 Lively Gambling Arena

Chapter 1699 Lively gambling arena

The spectators below all opened their eyes and came to the spirit.

More than two thousand merits, what a number, an absolute gamble,

Everyone wanted to see, to see Ye Chen, who was flying a quasi-sage zombie with a stick. He couldn't beat a saint zombie.

Many people have taken out the memory spar, and they want to print the next picture, and they can show it off if they have nothing to do.

The host was sitting upright, and his seat was full, his old eyes were bright and piercing, and there was a hint of cunning.

This saint-level zombie is his trump card at the bottom of the box.

Not an ordinary zombie, with a domineering body, a tyrannical secret technique, and the combat power of a hard-steel holy king, it is absolutely ferocious.

With such a zombie, there is no reason to lose if he fights an emperor.

That is to say, the merits he lost can still be won back, not only will he win back, but he can also earn more than a thousand more.

Not far away, Zhao Yun had already found a comfortable place, wrapped his arms around him, leaned against a pillar, and watched with interest.

He glanced at Ye Chen, and then looked at the host with pity.

After this battle, that station owner might vomit blood.

A perfect saint is not necessarily Ye Chen's opponent, let alone a zombie. There is no suspense in this battle.

"Saint level, it should be very resistant." On the battlefield, Ye Chen sighed at the mace, rubbing it sharply.

Humans are desolate and ancient holy bodies, there is no pressure at all, they condense their primordial spirit first, and then fuse holy bones. They are born with the capital to leapfrog.

"Fight." The host suddenly got up and gave an order.

When the words fell, I saw that the sage zombie moved, pinched the secret method, evolved magical powers on its own, and turned around between the palms.

His palm pushed out a sea of ​​blood, and a blood dragon roared in it, causing waves to drown Ye Chen.

That is a terrible secret method, the sea of ​​blood is strange, it has the power of banning and swallowing, and it is usually recruited in the imperial realm and turned into ashes on the spot.

But the problem is that Ye Chen is not an ordinary emperor.

The zombies are domineering, and he is also very fierce. The mace turns into a sword, and the sword cuts out the immortal river and splits the sea of ​​blood of the zombies.

The zombies attacked again, and a gloomy light shot out from the eyebrows, which was specially aimed at the primordial spirit. It was abnormally cold and unparalleled in silence.

Ye Chen sneered, the nine gods were instantly united, lingering with thunder, piercing the void space, and the power was devastating.

Mingguang and Shenmang, the two collided, there was a clanging sound, and sparks were wiped out, causing the two of them to sway like gold stars.

Zombie Mingguang was defeated and was crushed by Shenshang Shenmang.

However, the zombie has no primordial spirit, and the gods and sorrows can't do him any harm, only a bloodstain is shed between the eyebrows.

The zombie's blood was green in color, and a stream overflowed between the eyebrows, but it flowed back in an instant, and the wound also healed.

This domineering resilience makes the spectators stunned. Saint-level zombies are already terrifying, and with resilience, they are even more terrifying.

What they were even more astonished about was Ye Chen's combat power, how strong he should be if he could crack the attacks one after another and gain the upper hand.

The host was no longer calm, and once again underestimated Ye Chen.

This imperial level is secretly weird.

For some reason, he suddenly had a bad premonition, feeling that the sage zombie would lose, and he would lose merit.

Thinking of this, he gave the zombie a death order, "No matter what the cost, kill him to me."

The aura of the zombie instantly became stronger, its body was squirming, it was raised a lot, it broke through the armor, and it was covered with ghost lines.

His nails became extraordinarily long, flickering with a radiant light, and many secret techniques condensed one finger and went straight to Ye Chen's eyebrows.

"You're a long way off." Ye Chen smiled, his feet were too weak, he avoided the zombie's finger, and instantly circled behind him.

This fellow didn't say a word, just raised the club and smashed it.

The zombie was hit, and the head was hit by a blow, almost cracking, and blood splattered, but the wound healed at a very fast speed.

Ouch, Ye Chen is interested, he knows how scary this stick is, and he didn't smash the zombie's head.

A gloomy wind blows, and in the hands of the zombie, there is an extra battle.

It was actually a saint's soldier, engraved with ghost patterns, glowing with a gloomy light, you could hear the screams of the ghosts, and the war fighters hummed on their own.

The aura of the zombies became stronger, and they waved their war swords and came through.

Ye Chen was very pissed. With his holy body, he stumbled, stepped back, and cracked the battle platform behind him.

Zombies have no thoughts, they only know how to attack and attack. After stabilizing their body, they pounce again, spitting out fine fire and turning into a sea of ​​fire.

"There will be a lot." The corners of Ye Chen's mouth were slightly upturned, his mind moved, and he summoned the Chaos Realm Vision and the Golden Sea of ​​God.

The vision is intertwined with the sea of ​​​​divine, and it is majestic and drowned in the sea of ​​​​fire.

"This... what kind of vision is this." The people below were surprised.

"With such a huge vision, what Dao did he cultivate?"

"Golden Qi and blood, he is a desolate holy body." The host showed shock, as if he had recognized Ye Chen's domineering bloodline.

"The Dao of Chaos." Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows, showing a strange look, "In this universe, there are many talented people."

The sound of astonishment rang out, causing the mountain to tremble.

When I looked again, I realized that it was Ye Chen who grabbed a leg of the zombie and smashed it hard on the battlefield, and the gravel collapsed instantly.

Throwing people, Ye Chen's consistent style of play, is often used in the realm of the world, and when he comes to the underworld to fight zombies, he also throws the thief smoothly.

Look at the zombie again, its fleshly body cracked and green blood splattered.

He was still thinking of attacking, but before he could use a secret technique, he was thrown up by Ye Chen's beast and smashed on the battlefield.

The top of the mountain trembled again, the battle platform collapsed directly, and the scene was chaotic.

The thumping sound came one after another, and a scene of lawlessness appeared. The sage zombie was smashed to the ground by Ye Chen's beast again and again, without stopping.

This picture is really scary. The eyes of the big and small ghosts below are straight. Every time Ye Chen falls, their hearts beat once, and they have never seen such a natural person.

The station owner also twitched the corners of his mouth, but he had heard the prestige of the ancient sacred body, but he was still shocked when he saw it with his own eyes.

Xu is too much movement, and people from other hills in the gambling arena were also alerted, and they gathered like a tide to climb this hill.

The number of people is not small, one by one is filled with the virtual sky, there are big ghosts, little ghosts and ghost kings, with different shapes.

When they saw this scene, they were shocked and petrified on the spot.

"This... who is this person! Fighting... is it a saint zombie?"

"When did the underworld come out of such an imperial realm that can be beaten?"

"Is that the one who slaughtered the dragon in the sea of ​​evil?"

"With a mask, I can't see the true face, but the combat power is so high, it is obvious that it is the one who slaughtered the dragon in the sea of ​​evil."

"The Desolate Holy Physique." Those who were attracted, I don't know the spectators, and there are many Taiwanese masters, seeing this scene, they were extremely shocked.

Can be the master of the gambling arena, which one is not a ghost general.

As an underworld general, I know more. In the underworld, there is a desolate holy body, which is called the emperor and shoulders the shoulders of the underworld emperor.

But they were surprised that there was a second desolate holy body in the underworld, and it was more than expected.

The rumbling sound was annihilated at an unknown time, and the war was over.

Ye Chen straightened his collar and put it aside to take care of his hair.

As for his opponent, the sage zombie, lying in the pit, where there is no human form, has become a lump and was smashed into a crippled.

Quiet, surprisingly quiet, everyone looked at Ye Chen's fellow, as if looking at a monster, he was a demon, very domineering.

"I won, merit." Thousands of silences, even if interrupted by Ye Chen's words, looked at the master cheerfully.

The host's old face twitched, he opened his mouth, and his face darkened again.

Did I eat shit today? Luck is so back to meet the ancient sacred body, lose once, and lose the second time.

Moreover, every time I lose more than once, I add up to more than 3,000 merits, and it takes me many years to earn it.

In his heart, he slapped his two big mouths fiercely.

It's all self-inflicted, and I can't blame others.

The money was not enough before, and he wanted to come again next time, but he was better, but he insisted that the merits could equal the stone, and dragged the person back.

Okay! After these two battles, more than 3,000 merits were lost.

"Hey! Don't be rude." The people below coaxed.

On weekdays, I don’t lose this money for a while, but why is it that my mother is holding the fire? It's really cool to see the master loses merits now.

The station owners on the other hills all grinned.

I didn't know this, I was shocked when I heard it, I didn't know that the stake was so big, and the amount of merit was so scary.

Many people have secretly remembered Ye Chen, this guy is very fierce, so beware, if you can't keep it together, they will be there.

Gambling, gambling, betting is who hangs, such a bully person, a saint and a zombie can do a bad job, who can beat him.

Under the attention of all the people, the host took out his merit book.

It was a look of entanglement and pain, and when that finger was slashed, the two thousand merits were gone, and he cried on the spot.

Ye Chen held the merit book and stared at it for a long time.

Looking at the number of nearly 5,000 above, I was really excited, and if it was more than 5,000, I would have enough merit to ascend to the rank of Underworld General.

At that time, as long as the cultivation base is raised, he can go to the judge to ask for the customs clearance letter, and Chu Ling can be seen.

Thinking of this, he tossed the credit book in the air, domineeringly leaked, "All bets, come, continue to come."

"Go away." The host shouted earth-shatteringly.

Come back, do you have any virtuous heart, so many battles, you just caught Lao Tzu and went to the death pit?

After losing more than 3,000 merits in the two wars, Lao Tzu almost fell to the throne. After hundreds of years of hard work, it all made you hoho.

I don't have the Holy King Zombie, otherwise, I will definitely bring it out and make you cry, and the merits will also win you all.

Ye Chen coughed dryly, smiled shyly, and accepted his merit book.

It is indeed a bit ruthless. If you continue to gamble, you will not be able to secure the position of the master of the stage, so you should always leave some for others, and you can't be too sincere.

Since then, he looked at the station owners on the other hills.

Seeing this, those show owners couldn't help but twitch their lips.

I recognize you, don't try to make trouble with us.

It doesn't matter if you lose three or five thousand dark stones, but you can't lose merit.

This host is a bloody example, we don't want to follow in his footsteps, you can stay where it is cool.

The corners of Ye Chen's mouth also twitched. A bunch of old men were guarding him like a thief. It didn't feel good.

Zhao Yun wanted to laugh when he saw it, waved his hand, greeted Ye Chen, and motioned him to leave quickly, otherwise he would most likely be beaten.

Ye Chen also noticed it, and there was a gust of wind behind him.

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