Chapter 1705

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

After a while, they stepped into a ghost gate.

Once you enter the ghost gate, the scene changes greatly. It is a big space with mountains, water and trees. It is dark and cloudy.

There are many prohibitions here. They are very mysterious and ancient.

If you look at it, you can see that there are many battle platforms on the top of each hill. Under each platform, people are gathered.

Most of them are little ghosts, big ghosts and ghost kings, and there are few ghost generals.

Most of their accomplishments are imperial realm and quasi Saint level, but not many of them are Saint level, but there are also some, and their attitudes are extremely high.

"Fight, hit him, win. I'll buy you a drink."

"Don't advise me. Stand up and go on. I'll take good care of you."

"You're beating me! Big move, big move. "

It's very lively here. There are loud shouts and shouts. The roar is very excited, which is much more noisy than outside.

"What a place." Ye Chen looks at Zhao Yun with consternation.

"Gambling arena." Zhao Yun said with a smile, "to be frank, it's the place to gamble. It's the fastest way to make money."

Ye Chen a listen, can't help but pull the corner of the mouth, expression strange.

The underworld of the evil Cao is really colorful.

Is this the underworld? In addition to a little black, other and Yang no difference, the feeling is the night of the sun.

See this gambling arena, directly refresh his three views.

"Go, try it first." Zhao Yun said, drag away Ye Chen, boarded a hill, stopped under a platform.

This battle platform, like other battle platforms, is full of people, one by one big ghosts and small ghosts howl loud, such as fighting chicken blood.

Ye Chen glanced at the stage, then looked to the stage.

On the battle platform, the roar is endless, and the battle is in full swing.

If you look at both sides of the battle, one side is a big ghost who has a cow's head all his life. His cultivation is not high. He is only at the level of emperor's territory, and he is ferocious.

As for the other side, he was a man in black armor, with a sword in his hand and a fierce attack.

However, it seems a little strange, dull look, empty eyes, no one to reveal the slightest emotion.

"Puppet?" Ye Chen picks eyebrow, can't help touching chin.

"More accurately, zombies." Zhao Yun said with a smile.

"See that old man, he is the leader 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 the top of the stone platform sat an old man in black, a genuine saint, whose rank was a Ming general.

"What a bet." Ye Chen glances at the old man and looks at Zhao Yun. He is more concerned about this problem.

"It's very simple. Just go up and fight. There are restrictions on the battle platform. Zombies will be equipped with zombies themselves. The level of zombies is one level higher than that of challengers. For example, if you are the emperor's territory, then your opponent's zombies are quasi saints. If you win, the stone belongs to you. If you lose, the stone belongs to the owner."

"What do you mean?" Ye Chen smiles, very conscious of a mask, so as not to be recognized.

"Fight, fight! Hit him in the head. That's the door. "

When they were talking, they howled again, each carrying a jug, shouting loudly, and they all rushed to help.

"Interesting." Ye Chen smiles and looks at the battle platform quietly.

The zombies of quasi Saint level are very fierce. They can display their magic power, dance their swords, open and close together, and fight big ghosts miserably.

Then look at the big ghost. How could he shout, but he could not lift his head all the way. He was very embarrassed. Every time he attacked, he was beaten back, and his body had been smashed several times.

Fresh blood splashed all over the battle platform. The ghost was defeated without any suspense. He was swung off the stage with a spear from the zombie, and his face was twisted.

"But there are challengers." The leader of the stage stretched out.

"I will." When the host's words fell, he heard a big ghost hissing.

It's really cool to have a big head.

However, he did not finish this set of actions, he was picked aside by Ye Chen, no time to see you stinky.

Ye Chen came to the stage and stood still, twisting his neck.

The host glanced at Ye Chen lazily, "how big is the bet?"

"That's all." Ye Chen waved, only a dozen pieces of dark stone, all carried out, hanging in the air.

"Minimum... 500." The head of the stage gave a faint voice.

"So much." Ye Chen dry cough, hope to look down on the stage, eyes fell on Zhao Yun, "there is no Ming stone."

"That's not true." Zhao Yun also dry cough, pick pull his own pocket, not a piece, than the face are clean.

"If you don't have money, you'll make a mess of it." There was a lot of swearing from below.

In particular, the ghost just now called loudest.

I didn't finish playing Shuai, so I was pulled aside by you ya. You're good. A dozen pieces of dark stones still go up to the waves.

Ye Chen embarrassed, ha ha smile, "come again next time."

"The stone is not enough. You can use merit to offset it." Before ye Chen stepped down, he heard that the leader of the stage opened his mouth and his words were plain."Is that ok?" Ye Chen's eyes suddenly brightened.

"One merit is worth a thousand stones." The host yawned.

"Let's just bet on merit." Ye Chen said with a smile.

"Yes." The main thing is that they are very confident about their own zombies. They abuse the emperor as if they were playing.

"Say it earlier." Ye Chen is more energetic. If he had known this good place, he would not have gone to the evil sea to kill the dragon. It was also dangerous.

"How big a bet." The host looks at Ye Chen with great interest.

"I'll bet as much as I have on this merit book." Ye Chen took out the merit book and hung it in the air.

"More than a thousand merits, I'm crazy!"

Ye Chen's words, provoked the following uproar, gambling merit is not without, but have never seen such a generous hand.

Not only them, but also the leader of the battle platform was stunned.

The merits and virtues are rare and precious. They are linked to the divine position and are better than the stone of the nether world. There are more than 1000 merits and virtues. What a number.

Can't help it, he slightly sat upright, micro squint old eyes, sweep measure ye Chen, dare so whole, must be a ghost.

However, this peep down, he is very sure that ye Chen is an imperial realm, and there is no hidden cultivation.

On the scene, the only person who is relatively calm is Zhao Yun.

Ye Chen's fighting power, he knows best, not to mention quasi Saint level zombies, to a saint level zombie, is also dry lying.

He firmly believes that ye Chen has only 1000 merits and demerits. If there are more, ye Chen will not hesitate to gamble.

"In a word, bet or not." Ye Chen laughs at the grandstand owner.

"Block." The leader of the stage said that he immediately brushed his sleeves. There was a zombie on the stage, and he pestered it in the opposite direction of Ye Chen.

It's a quasi Saint zombie, and it's infinitely close to the saint level. It's a strong one specially selected by the Taiwan leader.

"Cool." Ye Chen exposed two rows of snow-white teeth, a guy in the hand, but a big mallet.

"Fight." The host scolded and gave orders to the zombies.

Under the command, the zombie that still stands still for a moment, this moment suddenly moved, a palm shot, heavy as a mountain.

Ye Chen sneers, one step on the broken platform, brandishing the mace.

The palm collides with the stick, and sparks of thunder and thunderbolt.

After that, all the people on the scene raised their heads, their eyes were very consistent with each other, and the corners of their mouths were also violently pulled.

What are they looking at? Nature is to see that zombie, was Ye Chen a stick to heaven, do not know how far to fly out.

The most wonderful expression is still the host, a face muddled.

It's a quasi Saint level zombie. The level is infinitely close to the saint level. It's no wonder that a slap will overturn the peak of the imperial realm.

But now, this picture really let him rub his hands.

Such a powerful zombie, was actually a king's territory a stick to fly, this his mother's fast also too fast!

For a moment, he looked at Ye Chen's eyes all changed.

The people watching the war from the stage also looked at Ye Chen in unison. What is this thing? It's lawless!

Ye Chen pursed her hair and forced her to get into a better situation.

The evil dragon of the evil sea, I have not breathed out more than a dozen, a quasi Saint zombie wants to do lie down on me, play?

If you don't blow it with you, even if you drive out a saint level zombie, I will give you a dry fly, just like this.

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

The scene was in a moment of uproar, and the voice of grin and tongue was continuous, "yihuangjing! This is too fierce, open it up

"A move to fly, I have not responded to it up to now."

"It's no wonder that you dare to bet on more than 1000 merits and virtues. You have confidence!"

"I won. Give me credit." Ye Chen extended his hand.

Wipe the top, like a black line.

He is too high to see their own zombies, but also too small to see ye Chen, so confused was put together.

It's good. The loser is a miserable one. Even if he is a ghost general, he can't bear to lose more than a thousand merits.

"Merit, master." Ye Chen rubbed his hands and laughed.

"I will." The head of the stage blew his beard and glared, took out his merit book, raised his hand, and scratched with pain.

The number of his merit book is less than 1000, and correspondingly, ye Chen's merit book is more than 1000, directly doubling.

Ye Chen is happy to smile and blossom. It's much more than killing dragons. It's fast and easy.

If he goes on like this, he can work all the way to the hell without stopping. If he has merit, he needs some hell stone to buy Zhaolong powder.

Below, full of tongue chatter, watching the continuous swallowing.

For more than 1000 merits, how many dragons must be killed, how many years should I stand, and how many ghosts must be escorted by cattle head and horse face.

But the matter is so small, more than 1000 merit is so obtained, crisp and neat, just a hammer."Come on, all on, go on." Ye Chen laughs ha ha, did not receive merit virtue book, still put that hang, energetic.

"You are too strong. I want to replace the sage zombie." The host said with a black face, "you can choose not to challenge."

"Pick, why not?" Ye Chen grinned.

"That's what you said." The leader of the stage is very sarcastic and releases the saint level zombie. He is afraid that ye Chen will repent again.

Ye Chen pit more than a thousand merit, always want to win back.

Soon, opposite Ye Chen, there is a zombie.

The zombie was dressed in black gold armor. It was like a pole, clubbed, motionless, heavy and powerful.

Its eyebrows have ancient divine lines, and its body surface seems to be hidden by thunder and lightning. If you just look at it, you feel terrible.

by contrast, the quasi holy zombie is much weaker.