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

Soon, the two stepped into a ghost gate without distinction.

Once you enter the Ghost Gate, the scene changes drastically, and it is a space boundary, with mountains, water and forests, dark and foggy.

There are many restrictions here, secrets and ancient, and extremely mysterious.

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

Most of them are small ghosts, big ghosts and ghost kings, and rare in the level of the Nether General.

Their cultivation is mostly at the Imperial Realm and Quasi-Saint Level. There are not many at the Saint Level, but there are also some at the various postures.

"Bit, beat him, I will give you a drink if I win."

"Don't be timid, stand up and keep working. I'm optimistic about you."

"You're fucking fighting! The ultimate move, use the ultimate move."

It was very lively here, with loud shouts and shouts, and the roar was extremely excited, much more noisy than outside.

"Where is this?" Ye Chen looked at Zhao Yun in shock.

"Gambling arena." Zhao Yun smiled, "To put it bluntly, it is the place where you gambling is the fastest way to make money."

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

This underworld in the underworld is really colorful and colorful.

Is this the underworld? Apart from being a little dark, there is no difference between the other ones and the living room. It feels like the living room at night.

Seeing this gambling arena, it directly refreshed his three views.

"Let's go, try it first." Zhao Yun said, dragging Ye Chen away, climbing a mountain, and stopping under a platform.

This battle platform, like other battle platforms, was filled with people, and the howling loudly one by one, was like a chicken blood.

Ye Chen glanced at the audience and looked at the audience.

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

Let’s look at both sides of the battle. One side is a big ghost with a bull head all his life. His cultivation is not high, he is only at the imperial level, and he is evil.

As for the other side, it was a man who was wearing black armor and holding warriors in his hands, and attacked very fiercely.

However, it looked a little strange, with dull expressions and empty eyes, and no emotion was revealed from anyone.

"Puppet?" Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but touch his chin.

"To be more precise, it's a zombie." Zhao Yun said with a smile.

"Did you see that old man? He is the master of the stage, and all the zombies are his." Zhao Yun pointed to the side of the battle platform, where there was a stone platform. On it was an old man in black, a real saint, and a rank-level god position was a general.

"How to bet?" Ye Chen glanced at the old man and looked at Zhao Yun, who was more concerned about this issue.

"It's very simple. Just go up and fight. There are restrictions on the battlefield. You will be equipped with zombies as your opponent. The level of zombies is one level higher than the challenger. For example, if you are the emperor realm, then your opponent zombies are quasi-saints. If you win, the Nether Stone belongs to you. If you lose, the Nether Stone belongs to the Lord."

"That's what it means!" Ye Chen smiled and consciously covered himself with a mask to avoid being recognized.

"Fight, beat him! Attack his head, that's a door."

As the two of them spoke, howling again, carrying wine pots one by one, screaming loudly, and wishing they could rush up to help.

"Interesting." Ye Chen smiled faintly and looked at the battle platform quietly.

The quasi-saint-level zombies are very powerful, they can use secret magical powers, dance warriors, and open and close together, making the big ghost miserable.

Look at the big ghost again, but he was fucked all the way and couldn't raise his head. He was so embarrassed that he would be beaten back whenever he wanted to attack, and his body had been crushed several times.

Blood splattered all over the battle platform, and the big ghost was defeated without any suspense. He was swung off the battle platform with a spear, and his face was tilted.

"But there are also challengers." The Taiwan leader stretched.

"I'll do it." After the Taiwan Master finished speaking, he smelled a big ghost's hissing.

If you talk about that big ghost, you are really confused and confident. You always feel that you are very handsome, shaking your head and pursing your hair.

However, before he finished his movements, Ye Chen pulled him aside and had no time to see you being so pretty.

Ye Chen came on stage, stood still, twisting his neck hard.

The Taiwanese master glanced at Ye Chen lazyly, "How big is the bet?"

"That's all." Ye Chen waved his hand, and took out all the dozen or so of dark stones and hung them in the air.

"The lowest...500." The Taiwan leader said lightly.

"So many." Ye Chen coughed dryly, looking at the audience hopefully, his eyes fell on Zhao Yun, "Is there any Nether Stone?"

"This is really nothing." Zhao Yun also coughed dryly, slid his pockets, not even a single one, cleaner than his face.

"If you don't have money, why are you messing around?" There were curses everywhere below.

Especially the big ghost just now, he called the loudest.

Before I could finish playing handsomely, I was pulled aside by you. You are so happy that more than a dozen dark stones are still going to roam.

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

"The Nether Stone is not enough, so you can use merit to get the best." Before Ye Chen stepped down, he heard that the master of the stage spoke, and his words were dull.

"Is this OK?" Ye Chen's eyes suddenly lit up.

"One merit can be worth a thousand dark stones." The main yawning.

"Then let's just bet on merits." Ye Chen said with a smile.

"Yes." The master of the Taiwan sternly said that he was very confident in his zombies, and he was like playing in the imperial realm.

"I'll tell you earlier!" Ye Chen became even more excited. If he had known this good place, he wouldn't have gone to the evil sea to kill the evil dragon, which was still dangerous.

"How big a bet?" The master of the Taiwan Strait looked at Ye Chen with interest.

"I will bet as much as I have in this merit book." 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 was not impossible to bet on merit, but I had never seen such a generous move.

Not only them, the Taiwan Master of War could not help but be stunned for a moment.

How precious is merit? It is better to be linked to the divine position than the Nether Stone. What a number of merits that are more than a thousand.

He couldn't help but sit upright slightly, squinted his old eyes, and looked at Ye Chen. If he dared to behave like this, there must be something wrong.

However, after looking at it, he was extremely sure that Ye Chen was an imperial realm and had no hidden cultivation.

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

He knew the power of Ye Chen best. Not to mention the quasi-saint-level zombie, a saint-level zombie would be fucked.

He was sure that Ye Chen had only more than a thousand merits. If there were more, Ye Chen would bet on it without hesitation.

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

"Damn." The master of the stage said indifferently, and immediately turned his sleeves. There was an extra zombie on the battle stage, and he stood opposite Ye Chen.

It was a quasi-saint-level zombie, and it was infinitely close to the saint-level, so it was a powerful one specially selected by the Lord of the Taiwan.

"Good." Ye Chen showed two rows of snow-white teeth, and there was a lot of extra in his hand, which was a big stick.

"Fight." The master of the Taiwan yelled and gave an order to the zombie.

The commander, the zombie that stood still standing for the last moment suddenly moved and slapped it out with a palm, as heavy as a mountain.

Ye Chen sneered, stepped on the battle platform in one step, and swung the mace.

The palms and rods collided, and a thunder spark burst out, and a rumbling sound began.

Then, everyone present raised their heads, their eyes slashed very uniformly, and the corners of their mouths were also pulled violently.

What were they looking at? Of course, they saw that the zombie was actually fucked by Ye Chen with a blow, and they didn't know how far they were flying out.

The most exciting expression was the owner, who looked confused.

That was a quasi-saint-level zombie, with an infinite level close to the saint level. It was no problem to slap the peak of the imperial realm.

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

Such a powerful zombie was actually fucked by a blow from the imperial realm. It's so fast that he is too fast!

For a moment, his eyes changed when he looked at Ye Chen.

The people watching the battle from the audience also looked at Ye Chen with their eyes in one go. What is this thing? It's so lawless!

Ye Chen pursed his hair and his pussy gradually improved.

The evil dragon in the Sea of ​​Evil, I didn’t breathe and wiped out more than a dozen people. A quasi-saint zombie wanted to fuck me, what about playing?

If you don’t brag about it, even if you drive out a saint-level zombie, I will just fly it for you, just like that.

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

The scene suddenly became noisy, and the sound of grinning continued, "Yihuang Realm! This is too fierce, you're cheating!"
To be continued...