"Boom!!"

The thunder and lightning fell faster than the ferrets. At this moment, most of the heavenly punishments in other places stopped, but they were particularly conspicuous.

"Crack!"

"ah--!!"

The ferret screamed in pain, and the smell of barbecue was filled with his body. A small ancient mirror was on his forehead. At this moment, the mirror was completely broken, and this magic weapon was considered useless.

"I will kill you, I will kill you-"

"I won the bet, and the bet will be opened again, and the bet - will the heavenly punishment be chopped down again!"

Damn, your mom is here?!

"I bet that Tianzhu will come again."

"I also bet that Tianzhu will come again!"

The ferret learned this time and shouted out on the spot. The bat spirit was so weird. The bet seemed to have rules when the bet was opened, and even he had to abide by the rules. But he could bet on items and chips. The more bets, the more the bat spirit lost the bet.

But they bet the same this time, and the ferret did not bet. Sure enough, a few seconds later, the Heavenly Punishment landed again!

"Crack!!"

The snow-clear lightning once again reflected the Deqingban B&B. At this moment, the B&B was already in ruins. Everyone and the demons could run away had already run away. They couldn't run so scared that their legs were weak and still stood in the ruins. They were frightened and witnessed the lightning slashing down again.

"Will Xiao Cui die?"

The devil businessman in a mess was holding a small illusion, and the lightning flashed once and the illusion in his arms trembled. At first glance, I couldn't see how many figures there were here, because everyone was directly or indirectly affected, all of them were charred on their faces, completely integrated with the night.

"This time the chop should be over, right?!"

Zhou Xiyang was anxious and wanted to rush into the lightning. When the lightning dissipated, he hurriedly looked inside--

"Not dead! M250 is still alive!"

He was surprised, but the next moment he heard M250 coughing and laughing:

"This time, the bet will be opened again, and the bet will be done - will the heavenly punishment be chopped down again!"

"Stop betting, why are you still betting?"

Mei Keer screamed, "I'm going to kill the cat!"

The wolf is almost killed!

Augustus, who was charred all over, did not speak, silently blocked Olein and Mia. At this moment, he developed a strong hostility and disgust towards gambling and gambling.

Anyone who dares to gamble in front of him again in the future will definitely bite the man's throat!

"I bet that Tianzhu will come again."

"I also bet that Tianzhu will come again!"

The stoat was crying in its dying voice. It was so miserable, it was so miserable. Although the punishment was not caused by gambling, the stoat now hated the bat spirit first, and the second hated gambling second!

And he was sure that the bat spirit was the one who was chopping this heavenly punishment! At this moment, the heavy rain turned into light rain, and half of the thick clouds in the night sky dissipated. The demonic aura in the field was almost gone, and even the willow spirit was no longer chopped - only they were still chopped! Just smelling the breath of the heavenly punishment, the weasel wanted to die.

"Boom!!"

The Heavenly Punishment fell again. Although the power was much smaller than before, it was even more heartbreaking. Yu Hehui, who was charred all over, was restless and wanted to rush in to help Wei Xun bear the Heavenly Punishment. He knew clearly that even if there were ferrets on his head and the demons shared the burden, Wei Xun was still at the end of his strength after being chopped so many times.

He was slashed six times!

At this moment, the barrage in the live broadcast room was also full of sadness.

[Brothers, I dare not watch it anymore. Are the people of M250 still alive?]

[Stop betting, I beg you to stop betting really, I'm going to bet, this is it!]

【Fuck, can’t you stop gambling? You have been betting a few times!】

[Brother, didn't you notice it? This heavenly punishment was not caused by gambling! I think gambling is more like the effect of some kind of props!]

[B250 is able to withstand so many punishments by gambling and tie himself up with the ferret spirit]

[There is no gambling effect that the stoat spirit has already run away, so who will be chopped along with it!]

[The above brother understands...but why do I think that every time I bet on M250, I am very happy!]

[No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, like to be punished by heaven!]

[Gambling dogs will die - but M250 cannot die.]

[Please, I support M250 gambling, continue to lock the ferret spirit and let him carry the electricity!]

The live broadcast room barrage is divided into two camps. On one hand, they don’t want to see any gambling related anymore. They don’t want quick-acting heart-saving pills, they just want stable happiness. On the other hand, they think that heaven’s punishment is inevitable, so it’s normal to use gambling to tie up a stoat to help get criticized - this is not a real gambling, it’s just the effect of props!

But within a few seconds, the latter's idea changed completely.

"This time, the bet will be opened again, and the bet will be done - will the heavenly punishment be chopped down again!"

The gambling game started again, Wei Xun poured a mouthful of nectar produced by white jade scorpion, and his body had no feeling at all. However, the san value was chopped to 50 by the heavenly punishment - the thunder of heaven destroyed all evil, and even mental pollution was included. Wei Xun didn't have to worry about the san value at all, but just as Yu Hehui was worried, his body had reached its limit.

How could a demon who has not been completely adult have been punished so many times? Even if Wei Xun did not feel pain, he was still exhausted and weak. The cloak was still intact, but the body under the cloak was completely charred. The demon bone spurs, exoskeletons, scales and other streams were all split into charcoal, and it fell down as soon as it moved. The tender flesh exposed was covered with dark red scars caused by lightning.

He put his wings away like a scattered person and his body swayed, as if he was even unable to stand firm. This was the last gambling game. After the gambling carnival will end, and the gamblers will usher in their own doomsday.

"There is no punishment from heaven."

Nezha Ling, who didn't know the details, breathed a sigh of relief. The red bird slapped his wings and flew towards Wei Xun. Although the light rain has not stopped and the thick clouds have not dissipated, the terrifying aura of silence brought by the punishment of heaven has gradually dissipated. He was chopped six times and normal people have long disappeared, and Wei Xun is just playing with fire.

Didn't you see that the ferrets on his head became sucked ferrets? If you want to come again, you can't stand it, and Wei Xun is also in trouble.

After listening to Nezha Ling's words, Zhou Xiyang finally breathed a sigh of relief. The audience in the live broadcast room also relaxed at the same time, and they were all sweating coldly. But the next moment they heard the hoarse voice of B250-

"I bet--the Heavenly Punishment will come again."

[Is he crazy? Why does the punishment for gambling still come?!]

[Didn’t this little red bird say it won’t come? It’s impossible to come again!]

[But B250 doesn't know about this, maybe he thinks that the heavenly punishment will come again?]

The audience couldn't understand it, and everyone at the scene was puzzled. Even though the clouds had not dissipated, the thunder was gone. B250 should have realized that the Heavenly Punishment would not come. He was locked by Heavenly Punishment, and his perception should be the keenest.

Could it be that-

"Hiss-He probably did the wrong bet on purpose."

The half-life Taoist kept counting, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat: "It's broken, it's broken. His gambling props are very likely to be the kind of person who wins more gambling, the greater the backlash!"

Otherwise, why did M250 deliberately bet wrongly?

But you can't bet wrong! There is still-

"I bet that the punishment of heaven will not come."

The ferret's voice was very soft and his tone was sinister: "Beat my life."

"You dare!"

Yu Hehui was furious and rushed over, but was one step slower and unable to kill the ferret. The bet was established!

"Hmph, hahaha."

Others also realized something, but no one could destroy the gambling game. The stoat laughed hoarsely, and the laughter was full of hatred. It hated that the heavenly punishment had broken its magic weapon, and hated that these six heavenly punishments had at least 60 years of practice!

This bat made him so cruelly that he wanted to escape without hesitation? That's impossible!

The clay man is also very angry, not to mention that he is not a good person. This bat spirit deliberately bet on the wrong side, just giving him a chance!

"I want him to die."

The ferret laughed and looked at Tianhu provocatively: "This is the rule of the gambling game, even if you can't protect him!"

The ferret is betting on his life. If he wins this gambling and Wei Xun loses, then Wei Xun will be deprived of double the bet - he will definitely die!

Before, the binding of Werefort and Wei Xun was the rule of gambling. Now, the bet was betting on life and let Wei Xun die. This is also the rule of gambling!

"Damn it!"

Zhou Xiyang went crazy and threw down the coffin and went to protect B250 at all costs. Mei Keer was shocked to his beard. The half-life Taoist looked sad, Bai Xiaotian's face became solemn and his eyes were cold. He stared at the ferret, and golden light flashed in his eyes. A phantom flashed, and on October 10, it flashed behind B250, and his warm and soft palm pressed B250's shoulders.

The ferret shivered, and it suddenly smelled the danger of death. But it did not regret it. The ferret would avenge it. If it did not avenge such a great revenge, it would never forget it!

"You really want to bet on your life?"

In the solemn and tense atmosphere, only Wei Xun was still leisurely. He coughed weakly twice and asked in a little surprised.

"Why, are you scared?"

The ferret sneered and sarcastic: "Even if you are afraid, it's useless!"

"I'm just a little embarrassed," said Mr. "

Wei Xun smiled and took out something slowly - seeing him take out this thing, Yu Hehui's expression suddenly became a little strange, as if he was worried, and as if he was speechless.

What Wei Xun took out was the token of Death Ming. Not only that, he also took out the dark red official robe and draped it on his body.

"I am the tomb guardian of the Ming Tomb of this generation."

Wei Xun's voice echoed in the darkness, echoing on the ruins of Deqingban.
To be continued...