Chapter 546

Sun Yi was stunned and looked at the dying god King leaving. He smiled bitterly. Holding the soul bead, he stretched his strength into the soul bead, but it was like a dead object. Was it really a soul bead?

"The soul bead energy has been compressed to return to nature. It isolates your power. Not to mention you, even the God King can't find the soul power inside." Jin Shu explained and said, "as for how to use it, you just need to put it in your heaven and earth bag. I have my own way."

"OK." Sun Yi nodded, his heart moved, and the soul appeared in his heaven and earth bag.

What surprised Sun Yi was that after this soul bead entered his heaven and earth, a trace of imperceptible power slowly poured into the sea of knowledge along his meridians and entered the Golden Book, which also made a comfortable groan from time to time.

However, some little power is scattered in their own martial arts platform and soul, which makes them feel relaxed and bright from their soul.

"Boy, it's cheap for you. When I absorb it, I should give you 1% back. These soul powers should make your martial soul more consolidated. Your original understanding power is very strong. With these soul powers, it will be more powerful. Unfortunately, this soul bead can only restore 1 / 1000 soul power."

Jin Shu said faintly that although the quality of soul power in this soul bead was not as good as the remnant soul of the emperor absorbed a long time ago, it was more than that, which could prevent him from often sleeping to maintain soul power. He understood that the stronger Sun Yat Sen was, the faster he recovered. The two were grasshoppers on the same line.

Sun Yi's face stiffened. Jin Shu said that even he could not bear the magnificent soul force, but it only made him recover one thousandth. He was shocked. At the same time, he doubted what strength the golden book was at its peak.

Is it the divine emperor or the divine emperor? Is it the strength beyond the divine emperor? Shake your head and don't think more.

"Is this the so-called improvement of IQ?"

Sun Yi was stunned, smiled, and threw the mace to Pangbo. It just matched his tower like body. Suddenly, Pangbo's hand sank, and fell to the ground with a loud roar of the stick, smashing a huge pit.

He also heard the old man's words. The damaged immortal weapon, darling, is also very precious. He thanked and put it away like a baby.

"Let's go back." Sun Yi patted Pang Bo on the shoulder, turned around and looked at the lively market.

This time, the harvest was not small. Not only did they get a batch of miraculous drugs, but more importantly, the Golden Book got soul beads and gained a lot.

Then they walked through the noisy Jishi and slowly came to the exit of Jishi.

However... At this time, something in the sky flew towards Sun Yi, rolling at Sun Yi's feet with blood and water.

"A head." Sun Yi's eyes were frozen. What flew here was a head, and the head was a warrior of Shentai Jiuchong heaven. Who could cut off the heads of a powerful Shentai Jiuchong in public.

In doubt, Sun Yi turned her eyes to the direction of the head, where there were countless roaring voices.

On the huge stand, there was a roaring sound like the sea tide. There were rows of trapezoidal seats, with about four or five thousand people sitting.

Among them, the weakest have judan territory, and there are hundreds of wuzhe in Shentai territory.

"Why is that man so useless? He was cut off by scar in a few moves, which made me lose ten top-grade yuan stones." A man blushed and scolded, looking at a round gambling table like an ancient Roman arena in the center.

"Stop it. I wanted to take down Ben and bet 50 top-grade yuan stones. I thought that the state of bachongtian of scar Shentai must be no match for the man, but now I lost all my money." One man clenched his fist.

Such sighs and discussions often sound.

This is the gambling platform privately set up by some families or strong people in the casino. People bet on who wins and who loses, and set odds to attract countless strong people to take chances or fight.

At the moment, on this gambling table, a man with a ferocious scar was holding a bloody knife and looked at the strong around him with a ferocious face, but his left face was engraved with an indelible slave word.

He is a slave fight in this gambling table. If he wins, he can live. If he loses, he is likely to die. He has no freedom of his own.

In the so-called slave struggle, they used to be aristocrats of various large families, or prisoners on death row, or strong people who were exterminated. They were captured by others, branded with slave marks, sold to gambling cities, and became a tool for others to enjoy and make money.

"Be quiet, everyone. The next game is about to start. Is there any strong person who dares to challenge scar? If he wins, there will be rich rewards and give everyone a column of incense time. If not, there will be someone in the gambling arena."

A shrewd middle-aged man stood in the stands, and his thick voice was clearly transmitted. It seemed that he didn't look amazing, but in fact, the middle-aged man was a strong man with three and a half steps.

It's normal. If the power of such a big gambling fight is not deterred by a strong man, even the skin will be stripped in this chaotic casino.

As the middle-aged man's voice just fell, the stands suddenly chirped and talked.

"Ugly slave, if you lose, don't come back."

Somewhere in the grandstand, an indifferent voice sounded. The person who spoke was wearing a white shirt and looked handsome. What shocked people was that he was absolutely no more than 100 years old, but his introverted breath was even stronger than Xingyang.

On his side, a strong man with a black mask wrapped his face. From the tone of the noble childe, it was obvious that this man was a slave.

This is a normal thing in the casino. Many strong people don't take risks. They usually buy some slaves and gamble for themselves.

Soon, when a column of incense was about to be lit, the ugly slave swept to the battle platform and said in a hoarse voice, "I bet myself on winning a thousand top-grade yuan stones."

"OK." The middle-aged man's eyes were frozen and looked at the ugly slave. He was surprised. Although there were not many ugly slaves of the Li family, they defeated their opponents cruelly in each war, and their strength was extremely strong.

The Li family should have come here to smash the market, but even so, the middle-aged man still has a smile in his eyes. He knows that others will smash the market, but he should also abide by the rules. Otherwise, No. 8 gambling shop knows that they break the rules. Don't stay in the gambling city.

"Scar fights the ugly slave until one side admits defeat or dies! Now start betting on who lives and who dies. " The middle-aged man shouted and set off a climax: "give you another column of incense time, bet on scar, 1:1.2, bet on ugly slaves, 1:2 odds!"

The voice fell. The middle-aged man glared at scar and said, "this ugly slave is very powerful. If you lose, you don't have to live."

Scar's body trembled, and his eyes immediately flashed cruel, which was warning him that death or life did not admit defeat.