[The bet on the other side of Huangquan officially begins! The update rules are now announced as follows -]

At this moment, the old voice spread around with the Jiyu Yaowang Palace as the center.

Passed to the entire continent of immortal cultivation.

Pass to the floating island that just merged.

It is passed on to the cultivation continent full of war fire and smoke.

It was passed on to the martial arts continent where almost no living people could be seen.

At this moment, time and space seem to be stagnant.

Even the ghoul who had just opened his teeth and claws to chase the creatures seemed to have been fixed by some force.

He struggled and roared desperately, but could not break free.

The desperate creatures who were running around couldn't help but raise their heads and looked into the sky.

Starting a month ago, clouds appeared in the sky.

A golden arch appeared.

And it was from the emergence of this golden arch that the peaceful life was broken.

A hellish catastrophe is coming.

The monks on the Immortal Cultivation Continent thought they were miserable, forced, tortured by conscience, and chased by ghouls.

But they don’t have time at all, or they are interested in looking at the Lower Realm Continent.

There is the real life that is suffering and blood flows into a river.

Those mortals who are just low-level monks and have no combat power at all.

Even if Di Beixuan wanted to find a chess piece to work hard for him, he would not look down on such an ant.

They can do nothing except wail and despair.

But at this moment, the old voice also came to their ears.

A gambling game that concerns the life and death of the creatures in the three realms.

They also became one of the bargaining chips.

At this moment, in the distant void, there was the gate of the sky that brought the disaster to heaven.

There were also six towers that entered the sky.

Above the six high towers, an old man with white hair and beard floating.

His hands gently outlined in the air, and golden, shining words appeared in front of everyone.

Di Beixuan's pupils suddenly shrank when he watched this scene outside the Medicine King Hall.

Even Li Weiran, Jingyuan, Han Chujiu and others opened their eyes slightly, showing a look of surprise.

People with low cultivation may not be able to detect anything wrong with these words.

But above the Immortal Lord, you can vaguely feel the power of the rules contained in every word.

That's a bondage.

It's also a promise.

No one can break the rules, destroy the one, die!

Everyone can get benefits from the rules, and the benefits you get by following the rules are your opportunity.

"Who is this old man?" Li Weiran murmured.

"That's the Six-Star Tower Artifact Spirit."

A weak and familiar voice came, causing Han Chujiu to turn his head suddenly, "Brother, you are awake!"

Outside the Medicine King Hall, Tianhe, Jiutong, Demon Sword, and Xue Ji, four demon generals, helped the pale-faced old Chang and Pojun walk out.

And the one who just spoke was Mr. Chang.

He looked up at the old man with white hair in the sky and murmured: "When the Lord forged the Six-Star Tower, he said that this could not have been forged by him. The Lord is good at refining weapons, but he absolutely cannot create a magic weapon that can have such a complete soul spirit."

He thought it was just a coincidence, because the king was humble, and accidentally integrated a remnant soul during the casting.

But now Mr. Chang realized that the Six-Star Tower was really extraordinary.

Di Beixuan, not far away, sneered, "Pretending to be a god, I've chopped you!"

After saying that, he wanted to get up in the air and cut it down with one knife.

However, the next moment, his face suddenly changed drastically.

The body seemed to be held down by an invisible big hand.
Chapter completed!