Banished Disciple’s Counterattack Chapter 1705: Underworld is not good enough to get together

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Ye Chen followed Zhao Yun and went deeper into this ghost town.

In a few moments, the two have stepped into a ghost gate in succession.

As soon as you enter the ghost gate, the scene changes greatly, but it is a large space, with mountains, water and woods, dark and dark, and misty and misty.

There are many prohibitions here, the secret is ancient, and the mystery is incomparable.

Looking around, on the top of the hills, there are battle platforms, and under each platform, there are silhouettes.

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

Their cultivation practices are mostly Sovereign Realms and Quasi Saint, and Saint are not many, but there are also, and their postures are extremely high.

"Fight, hit him, win Lao Tzu and ask you to drink."

"Don't counsel, stand up and continue to work, I will be optimistic about you."

"You **** fucking! Great move, zoom in."

It's very lively here, bursts of shouts and shouts are loud, and the roar is extremely excited, much more noisy than outside.

"Where is this place." Ye Chen looked at Zhao Yun in amazement.

"Gambling arena." Zhao Yun smiled, "Frankly speaking, it's the place to gamble. It's the quickest way to make money."

When Ye Chen heard it, he could not help tearing the corner of his mouth, his expression was strange.

This Yincao mansion is really colorful and colorful.

Is this hell? Apart from being a little dark, there is no difference between the other and the sun, and it feels like the sun at night.

Seeing this gambling field directly refreshed his three views.

"Go, try your hand first." Zhao Yun said, dragging Ye Chen away, boarded a mountain, and stopped under a platform.

This battle platform, like other battle platforms, is full of people, and the big ghosts and little ghosts howl loudly, like fighting chicken blood.

Ye Chen glanced off the stage and looked towards the stage.

On the battle platform, rumblings lingered in the ears, and the battles were full.

Looking at both sides of the fighting, one side is a big ghost with a bull head in his life. The cultivation level is not high, only Sovereign Realms level, fierce and evil.

As for the other party, it is a man with a whole body, wearing black armor and holding a war of war, the attack is very fierce.

However, it looks a little strange. expression is wooden, with empty eyes, and no one has revealed the slightest emotion.

"Puppet?" Ye Chen raised an eyebrow and felt his chin.

"More precisely, it's a zombie." Zhao Yun smiled.

"Looking at the old man, he is the owner of the platform. Those zombies are his." Zhao Yun pointed to the side of the battle platform, where there was a stone platform with an old man in black on top, genuine's Saint , The rank of God is a ghost.

"How to gamble." Ye Chen glanced at the old man and looked sideways at Zhao Yun. He was more concerned about this issue.

"It's very simple, just go up and fight. There is a ban on the battle platform. You will be equipped with zombies as opponents. The level of zombies is one level higher than the challenger. For example, you are Sovereign Realms, then your opponent's zombie is Quasi Saint. If you win , Netherstone belongs to you. If you lose, Netherstone belongs to the master. "

"This means!" Ye Chen smiled, and consciously put on a mask to avoid being recognized.

"Fight, fight! Attack his head, that's the door."

When the two were talking, the howling sounded again, carrying the jugs one by one, the cries were loud, and they both rushed to help.

"Interesting." Ye Chen smiled lightly, quietly looking at the battle platform.

Quasi Saint-level zombies are very fierce, can play Secret Laws Divine Ability, dance war Ge, wide open and close, and fight miserable big ghosts.

Look at the big ghost again, how screaming, but he was lifted up all the way to his head, and he was very embarrassed. Every time he attacked, he was beaten back, and his body was beaten down several times.

Blood splashed on the battle platform, the big ghost was defeated without suspense, and the zombie speared off the battle platform, and his face was crooked.

"But there are still challengers." The platform owner stretched out.

"I'm coming." The host said something, and he screamed.

To say that the big ghost is really a fan of self-confidence. I always feel that I am very handsome, shaking my head and squeezing my hair.

However, he hasn't finished this set of actions yet, so he was pulled away by Ye Chen, and he has no time to see you smelly.

Ye Chen came to power, stood on his feet, and twisted his neck fiercely.

The host gave a lazy glance at Ye Chen, "How big is the bet."

"That's all." Ye Chen waved his hand, and the only dozen or so stones were carried out and suspended in mid-air.

"Minimum ... 500." The platform host spoke lightly.

"So many." Ye Chen coughed, hoping to look down at the stage, his eyes fell on Zhao Yun, "there is no black stone."

"This is really not true." Zhao Yun also coughed, and pulled his pockets away. He didn't have any of them, and he was cleaner than his face.

"You don't have any money to make trouble."

Especially just the big ghost, the one who called the most was loud.

Lao Zi did n’t finish playing handsome, he was pulled away by your daughter, you fell down well, and a dozen or so stones were still on the waves.

Ye Chen is embarrassed and chuckled, "Come again next time."

"The nether stone is not enough, you can use merit to reach." Before Ye Chen stepped down, he heard the host open his mouth, and his words were plain.

"That's all right?" The eyes of Ye Chen suddenly cleared.

"One merit, one thousand nether stones." The Taiwan host yawned.

"Then let's just bet on merit." Ye Chen laughed.

"Yes." The host is very simple, the most important thing is that he is very confident in his zombie, and the abuse of Sovereign Realms is like playing.

"Say it early!" Ye Chen is more exciting. If I knew that there was such a good place, I wouldn't go to the evil sea to kill the dragon. It was dangerous.

"How big is the bet." The host looked at Ye Chen with interest.

"I will bet as much as there is in this merit book." Ye Chen took out the merit book and suspended it in midair.

"I'm going, more than 1,400 merits, is this crazy?"

The discourse of Ye Chen caused an uproar below. It ’s not that there is no gamble for merit, but I have never seen such a generous shot.

Not only them, but also the platform owner was stunned.

The merits are so precious, they are linked to the divine position, and they are better than the netherstones. There are more than a thousand merits, what is that number.

Can't help it, he was sitting upright, squinting his old eyes, scanning the Ye Chen, dare to do this, there must be a ghost.

However, after taking a peek at it, he is very sure that Ye Chen is an Sovereign Realms, and there is no hidden practice.

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

Ye Chen combat power, he knows best, do n’t say Quasi Saint-level zombies, come to a Saint-level zombies, and also get rid of them.

He is determined that Ye Chen only has more than a thousand merits. If more, Ye Chen will bet all without hesitation.

"In one word, don't gamble." Ye Chen smiled at the stand owner.

"Block." The host said indifferently, immediately blowing his sleeves, and there was an additional zombie on the battle platform, and he was opposite the Ye Chen.

It is a zombie of Quasi Saint level, and it is infinitely close to Saint level. It is a strong one specially chosen by the host.

"Refreshing." Ye Chen showed two rows of white teeth, a guy in his hand, but a big mallet.

"Fight." The host dissipated and gave orders to the zombie.

Order, the zombie that was standing still for a moment, suddenly moved, shot with a palm, like a mountain.

Ye Chen sneered, stepped on the battlefield in one step, and moved the mace.

The palm collides with the rod, and a thunder spark sparks out, rumbling.

After that, everyone present raised their heads, their eyes moved in unison, and the corners of their mouths yanked.

What are they looking at? Naturally, it was to see that the zombie was actually killed by Ye Chen, and I didn't know how far away it was.

The most exciting expression is still the host, with a sullen expression.

That is a Quasi Saint level zombie, the level is infinitely close to the Saint level, and it is a matter of slap to turn a Sovereign Realms peak.

But now, this picture really makes him scratch his hands.

A zombie who is so arrogant is actually swept away by a Sovereign Realms. This **** hurry too fast!

For a time, his eyes changed to Ye Chen.

The people who watched the battle under the stage also looked at Ye Chen. What is this?

Ye Chen squeezed his hair, and he was getting better.

The evil dragon of the evil sea, I did n’t breathe out a dozen of them in one breath, a Quasi Saint zombie wanted to lie on me, what about playing?

It ’s not about blowing with you. Even if you drove out a Saint-level zombie, I would fly to you like I did.

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

The scene was suddenly noisy, with continuous grinning and grunting, "One Sovereign Realms! This is also awkward, let's hang up!"

"One move to fly, Lao Tzu has not responded until now."

"No wonder they dare to gamble more than a thousand merits, have confidence!"

"I won, merit is given to me." Ye Chen reached out.

The host ’s old face instantly turned black, like coke, with black lines chasing and chasing, which could not be wiped off.

He looked too high on his zombies, and he was too underestimate to Ye Chen, so that he was confused.

This is a good one. The one who loses is called a miserable one. Even if it is a medley, it loses more than a thousand merits, and it ca n’t be eaten.

"Senior, merit." Ye Chen laughed while rubbing his hands.

"I will give it myself." The Taiwan host glared with his beard, took out the merit book, raised his hand, and swiped very painfully.

The number of his merit book is more than a thousand, and correspondingly, the merit book of Ye Chen is more than a thousand, which directly doubles.

Ye Chen smiles and smiles, and blooms with joy, which is much more than killing the dragon, coming quickly and easily.

If you go on like this, he can work all the way to the Ming Dynasty without stopping. If he has merit, he still needs to buy Zhaolong San.

Below, there are slurs of tongue, watching the swallowing.

More than a thousand merits, how many evil dragons must be killed, how many years must be stood, and how many ghosts must be escorted by the bull head and horse face.

But it ’s such an inch, and more than a thousand merits are so handy. It ’s a neat thing.

"Come on, go all-in and continue." Ye Chen smiled and confiscated the merit book, still sitting on the dangling, full of energy.

"You are too strong, the old man will change to a Saint level zombie." The host said with a black face, "You can choose not to challenge."

"Pick, why not pick." Ye Chen grinned.

"This is what you said." The main action of the Taiwanese is very sloppy, releasing Saint-level zombies, for fear that Ye Chen will regret it again.

More than a thousand merits were pitted by Ye Chen, and they will always win back.

Soon, a zombie manifested opposite Ye Chen.

The zombie is wearing black gold armor, like a pole and pestle, not moving at all, with a heavy body and a strong aura.

It ’s eyebrows, but there are ancient **** patterns, the body surface and thunder and lightning seem to be looming, just looking at it, it feels terrible,

In contrast, the Quasi Saint zombie, I do n’t know how weak it is.