Chapter 1705: Hades is not good enough to make up

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Ye Chen followed Zhao Yun and went deeper into this ghost town.
After a short while, the two stepped into a ghost door, regardless of their sequence.
As soon as you enter the gate of the ghost, the scene changes greatly. It is a large space with mountains, water, and woods, dark and dim, and misty.
There are quite a lot of bans here.
Looking ahead, there are battle platforms on the tops of the hills, and under each platform, there are crowds of people.
Most of them are little ghosts, big ghosts and ghost kings. Rare generals.
Their cultivation is mostly the imperial realm and quasi-sacred level, not many saints, but there are also, each posture is extremely high.
"Hit, hit him, I won, and I invite you to drink."
"Don't seduce, stand up and continue working, I'm optimistic about you."
"You fucking! Big move, enlarge it."
It was very lively here, and there were loud shouts and shouts, and the roar was extremely agitated, much louder than outside.
"What a place." Ye Chen looked at Zhao Yun suddenly.
"The gambling arena." Zhao Yun laughed. "To be straightforward, this is the place to gamble. It's the fastest way to make money."
When Ye Chen heard it, she couldn't help tearing her lips, her expression was strange.
This Yincao's land government is really colorful and colorful.
Is this underworld? Apart from being a little dark, there is no difference between Yang and Yang. It feels like Yang at night.
Seeing this gambling arena directly refreshed his three views.
"Go, try your hand first." Zhao Yun said, dragged Ye Chen away, ascended a hill, and stopped under a platform.
This battle platform, like other battle platforms, is full of people, one by one, the big ghosts and the little ghosts are loud, like chicken blood.
Ye Chen glanced downstage and looked at the stage.
On the battlefield, the boom was endless, and the battle was fought.
Look at the two sides of the battle. One side is a big ghost with a bull's head in his life. It is not high, only the level of the imperial realm, and fierce.
As for the other side, it was a slick man, dressed in black armor, holding a battlefield in his hand, and the attack was fierce.
However, it looked strange, with a dull look, empty eyes, but no one revealed the slightest emotion.
"Huh?" Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, and couldn't help touching his chin.
"More accurately, it's a zombie." Zhao Yun smiled.
"I do n’t see the old man, he is the host, all the zombies are his." Zhao Yun pointed to the side of the battle platform, where there is a stone platform, on which sits an old man in black, a real saint, a high-quality product. The is a meditation.
"How to gamble." Ye Chen glanced at the old man and looked at Zhao Yun, who was more concerned about this issue.
"It's very simple. You can go up and fight. There are bans on the platform. You will be equipped with zombies as your opponent. The level of zombies is one level higher than that of the challenger. If you win, Mingshi belongs to you. If you lose, Mingshi belongs to the owner. "
"What do you mean!" Ye Chen smiled, and consciously put a mask on to avoid being recognized.
"Hit, hit! Attack his head, that's the door."
When they talked, the snoring sounded again, and they screamed loudly, hoping to rush up to help.
"Interesting." Ye Chen smiled and looked at the battle platform quietly.
The quasi-sanitary zombies are fierce, they can perform mysterious magical powers, dance battles, open and close together, and fight miserable ghosts.
Look again at the big ghost, who whimpered, but couldn't lift his head up all the way, and was very embarrassed. Whenever he wanted to attack, he was beaten back, and his body had been beaten several times.
Blood splattered the battle platform, and the great ghost was defeated without suspense. The zombie struck the battle platform with a spear, and his face was distorted.
"But there are still challengers." The platform leader stretched his arms.
"I'm coming." The host said, and he sniffed.
To say that big devil is really confusing and self-confident, he always looks very handsome, shakes his head and holds his hair.
However, before he finished this set of actions, he was pulled aside by Ye Chenzai, and he didn't have time to watch you stink.
Ye Chen came to power, stood still, twisted her neck fiercely.
The host gave a lazy glance at Ye Chen, "How big is the bet."
"That's it." Ye Chen waved his hand, and the only dozen or so boulder stones came out and hung in the air.
"Minimum ... five hundred." The platform leader said lightly.
"So much." Ye Chen coughed, hoping to look down at the stage, his eyes fell on Zhao Yun, "Is there a ghost stone?"
"That's not true." Zhao Yun also coughed, pulling and pulling his own pockets, none of which was cleaner than his face.
"What trouble are you doing without money?" Scolded from below.
Especially the big ghost who just called is the loudest.
Lao Tzu did not finish playing, he was pulled aside by your ya, you ah well, more than a dozen shims are up.
Ye Chen was embarrassed and smiled. "Come again next time."
"There isn't enough stone, so you can use merit." Before Ye Chen stepped down, he heard that the host spoke, and his words were flat.
"Is this okay?" Ye Chen's eyes flashed suddenly.
"One merit, one thousand shims." The host yawned.
"Then let's just gamble on merit." Ye Chen laughed.
"Yes." The host is very straightforward, the most important thing is that he is very confident in his own zombie, and the abuse of the emperor is like playing.
"Say it early!" Ye Chen became more energetic, knowing that there was such a good place, he would not go to Niehai to kill evil dragons, and it was dangerous.
"How big is the bet." The host looked at Ye Chen with interest.
"I'll bet as much as there are on this merit book." Ye Chen took out the merit book and hung in the air.
"I'll go, more than 1,400 merit, this goods are crazy!"
Ye Chen's words caused an uproar from below. It is not without gambling merit, but I have never seen such a generous shot.
Not only them, the host of the battle platform could not help but stun.
How precious is the merit, which is linked to the deity, and is better than the meditation stone. What is more than a thousand merit?
Could not help, he sat up slightly, squinting his old eyes, scanning Ye Chen, dare to be so neat, there must be a ghost.
However, from this glance, he was extremely sure that Ye Chen was an imperial realm, and he did not hide his practice.
At the scene, the only person who was relatively calm was Zhao Yun.
Ye Chen's combat power, he knows best, never to mention a quasi-sanitary zombies, a saint-level zombies, the same was killed.
He was convinced that it would be worth more than a thousand virtues to lose Ye Chen. If there were more, Ye Chen would not hesitate to bet on it.
"In a word, don't gamble." Ye Chen smiled at the host.
"Blocking." The host said indifferently, immediately fleeing his sleeves, and there was an extra zombie on the battle platform, and he was in front of Ye Chen.
It was a quasi-holy zombie, and infinitely close to the saint-grade, a strong one specially chosen by the host.
"Calm." Ye Chen showed two rows of white teeth, and a guy in his hand was a big mallet.
"Hit." The host snorted and ordered the zombies.
Ordered, the zombies that stood still in the last moment, suddenly moved at this moment, shot with a palm, as heavy as a mountain.
Ye Chen sneered, stepping on the stage and shaking mace.
The palm collided with the stick, sparked the thunder, and thundered.
Then, everyone in the room raised their heads, their eyes moved in unison, and the corners of their mouths twitched sharply.
What are they looking at? It was natural to look at the zombie, but Ye Chen was taken to the sky by one stick, but I didn't know how far to fly.
The most wonderful expression is that host, with a look of aggression.
It was a quasi-sanitary zombie, with an infinitely close level to the saint level.
But now, this picture really scared him off.
Such a domineering zombie was actually blown away by a royal land. This mother-in-law is too fast!
For a moment, his eyes changed when he saw Ye Chen.
Those who watched the battle, also looked at Ye Chen with all eyes, this is something, and it ’s utterly lawless!
Ye Chen froze her hair and forced her into a better place.
The evil dragon of the undersea, Lao Tzu did not breathe more than a dozen in one breath, a quasi-sheng zombie wanted to lie to me, what about playing?
Not to blow at you, even if you drive out a saint-level zombie, I'll do the same for you, that's how I hang.
"Okay." After the silence, Zhao Yun sighed.
The scene was loud and groaned continuously, "One emperor! This is also fierce, let's hang it!"
"With one move, Lao Tzu hasn't responded yet."
"No wonder you dare to gamble with more than a thousand merit, have confidence!"
"I won, and merit me." Ye Chen stretched out his hand.
The old face of the host suddenly turned black, like black coke, with black lines scurrying and wiping it out.
He looked down on his zombies too much, and looked down on Ye Chen so much that he was foolishly put together.
This is a good one. The loser is called a miserable one. Even if it is a mediocre general, it has lost more than a thousand merits.
"Senior, merit." Ye Chen smiled as she rubbed her hands.
"I'll give it." The host glared with a beard, took out the merit book, raised his hand, and scratched in pain.
His merit books are less than a thousand, and correspondingly, Ye Chen ’s merit books are more than a thousand, which doubles directly.
Ye Chen smiled and opened flowers, which is much more than killing evil dragons. They come fast and come easily.
If he continues to work like this, he can continue to work all the way to the Ming Dynasty without stopping. He has the merit to buy Zhaolong San.
Below, full of tongues, watching constantly swallowing.
More than a thousand merits, how many evil dragons to kill, how many years to stand, how many ghosts to be escorted by bull heads and horse faces.
But things are so inch, and more than a thousand merit is in hand, just sharp, just a hammer.
"Come, go all-in, go on." Ye Chen smiled, confiscated the merit book, still hanging there, full of energy.
"You are too strong, the old man wants to change saint-level zombies." The host said with a black face. "You can choose not to challenge."
"Pick, why not pick." Ye Chen grinned and smiled.
"This is what you said." The host's action was very slippery, and he released a saint-level zombie, for fear that Ye Chen would regret it again.
Ye Chen was pitted for more than a thousand merits, always winning back.
Soon opposite Ye Chen, a zombie manifested.
This zombie is wearing a black armor and is like a benchmark stick. He doesn't move, his body is heavy and his aura is strong.
The brows of his eyebrows may have ancient divine patterns, the surface of his body, and the thunder and lightning may be looming. Just looking at it is scary.
In contrast, the quasi-holy zombie, I do not know how much weaker.