The visitors below all polished their eyes and came to their senses.

More than 2,000 merits, what a lot, an absolute gamble,

Everyone wants to take a look, and they want to see Ye Chen, who flies the quasi-saint zombie with a stick, can beat the saint zombie.

Many people have already taken out the memory crystal, and they want to rub the next picture down, so that they can show off if they have nothing to do.

The master sat upright, sitting neatly, his old eyes were bright, vaguely visible, and a trace of cunning flashed.

This saint-level zombie can be his trump card at the bottom of the box.

It's not an ordinary zombie, it's domineering in flesh, it's strong in secret arts, it has the combat power of the Saint King of Hard Steel, and it's absolutely fierce.

Such a zombie, fighting an emperor realm, there is no reason to lose.

That is to say, the merit he loses can be won back, not only will he win it back, but he will also earn more than a thousand more.

Not far away, Zhao Yun had already found a comfortable place, clasped his hands, leaned on a pillar, and looked at it with interest.

glanced at Ye Chen, and then glanced at the master with pity.

After this battle, the master may vomit blood.

A flawless saint may not be Ye Chen's opponent, let alone a zombie, there is no suspense in this battle at all.

"Saint-level, it should be very resistant. On the battle platform, Ye Chen sighed at the mace, and wiped it brightly.

People are desolate ancient holy bodies, there is no pressure at all, first condense the original gods, and then melt the holy bones, and congenitally have the capital to leapfrog the dry frame.

"Hit. The owner suddenly got up and gave an order.

When the words fell, I saw that the saint zombie moved, pinched the secret method in his hand, evolved his supernatural power on his own, and turned around between his palms.

With one palm, he launched a sea of blood, and there was a blood dragon roaring in it, setting off a stormy wave that wanted to drown Ye Chen.

It is a terrifying secret method, the sea of blood is weird, it has the power of banning and devouring, and it is generally tricked in the imperial realm and turned to ashes on the spot.

But the problem is that Ye Chen is not an ordinary Emperor Realm level.

The zombie shot domineeringly, he was also very fierce, the mace turned into a divine sword, and a sword slashed out of the fairy river, splitting the sea of zombie blood.

The zombie attack is here again, and an eerie dark light shoots out from the center of his eyebrows, specifically aimed at the primordial gods, cold and abnormal, and incomparably silent.

Ye Chen sneered, and the nine divine corpses instantly became one, lingering with thunder, piercing through the void space, and destroying the power.

The dark light collided with the gods, and there was a sonorous sound, sparks of snow and brightness, shaking the two of them to the stars.

The zombie Stygian was defeated and shattered by the Divine Death.

However, the zombie has no primordial god, and the god of death can't do him harm, only a blood mark on the center of his eyebrows.

The blood of the zombie was green, and a strand overflowed from the center of the eyebrows, but it flowed backwards in an instant, and the wound healed.

This domineering resilience shocked the spectators, saint-level zombies are already terrifying, and with resilience, they are even more terrifying.

What they were even more shocked was Ye Chen's combat power, he could crack the attack one after another, and gain the upper hand, how strong should he be.

The master was not calm anymore, and once again underestimated Ye Chen.

This Emperor Realm level is weird in the open and in the dark.

For some reason, he suddenly had a bad premonition, feeling that the saint zombie would lose and he would lose merit.

Thinking of this, he gave the zombie a death order, "No matter what the cost, kill him to me." ”

The zombie's aura became stronger in an instant, and its body was wriggling, rising a lot, breaking through the armor and covering it with ghost patterns.

His nails became extremely long, with a flash of light, and many secret methods were condensed with one finger, and they went straight to the center of Ye Chen's eyebrows.

"You're far behind. Ye Chen smiled leisurely, his feet were too empty, he avoided the zombie's finger, and instantly circled behind him.

This guy didn't say a word, raised the mallet and smashed it.

The zombie was hit, and the head was hit, almost cracked, and blood splattered, but the wound healed, and the speed was extremely fast.

Ouch, Ye Chen is interested, how scary this stick is, he knows it, and he didn't smash the zombie's head.

The yin wind is blowing, and in the hands of the zombies, there is one more fight.

It turned out to be a saint soldier, carved with ghost patterns, glowing with an eerie light, and you could hear the wailing of powerful ghosts, and the war was humming by itself.

The zombie's aura became stronger, waving the battle and piercing through it.

Ye Chen was very urine, and he regretted it with his holy body, and the zombie smashed with a stick staggered, kicked back, and stepped on the battle platform behind him.

The zombie has no thoughts, only knows how to attack, and after stabilizing its body, it pounces again, spits out essence and fire, and turns into a sea of fire.

"There will be a lot. The corners of Ye Chen's mouth curled slightly, and his heart moved, summoning the Chaos Realm Vision and the Golden Divine Sea.

The vision is intertwined with the sea of gods, and the momentum is magnificent, drowning the sea of fire.

"It's... What a vision this is. The people below were amazed.

"Such a huge vision, what kind of way he cultivated. ”

"Golden Qi and blood, he is the Ancient Holy Body. The stage master showed surprise, as if he had recognized Ye Chen's domineering bloodline.

"Chaos Dao. Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows, and also showed surprise, "Their universe is full of talents. ”

There was a sound of amazement, and there was a boom, and the mountain trembled.

When he looked at it again, he realized that Ye Chen grabbed one of the zombie's legs and smashed it on the battle platform, and the gravel instantly collapsed.

Falling people, Ye Chen's consistent style of play, is often used in the yang world, and when he comes to fight zombies in the underworld, he also falls into the thief.

Look at the zombie again, the flesh is cracked, and green blood is spurted.

He was still thinking about attacking, but before a secret method could be used, he was thrown up by Ye Chen's beast and smashed on the battle platform.

The mountain trembled again, the battle platform directly collapsed, and the scene was chaotic.

Bang bang sound one after another, a lawless scene appeared, the saint zombie, was smashed to the ground again and again by Ye Chen's beast, without stopping.

This picture is indeed terrifying, the eyes of the big and small ghosts below are straight, every time Ye Chen falls, their hearts beat once, they have never seen such a nature.

The master also twitched the corners of his mouth, but he had heard of the prestige of the Ancient Holy Body, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he was still shocked.

Xu was too much of a movement, and the people on the other hills of the gambling arena were also alarmed, and they gathered like a tide to climb this mountain.

The number of people is not small, one by one standing all over the void sky, there are big ghosts, small ghosts and ghost kings, all in different forms.

When they saw this scene, they were all so shocked that they were petrified on the spot.

"It's... Who is this man? Fighting the Saint Zombies?"

"When did the underworld come out of such an imperial realm that could fight. ”

"Could it be that the one who slayed the evil dragon in the sea of evil?"

"Masked, I can't see the true face clearly, but the combat power is so hanging, it is obvious that it is the one who slays the evil dragon in the sea of evil. ”

"The Ancient Eucharist. "I was invited, I don't know the visitors, and there are many stage owners, who were shocked when they saw this scene.

can be the master of the gambling arena, which one is not a general.

As a mortal general, he knows more, and there is an ancient holy body in the underworld, known as the emperor, and he is shoulder to shoulder with the emperor of the underworld.

But they were very surprised that there was an emperor in the underworld, and there was a second desolate ancient holy body, and it was beyond expectations.

The rumbling sound died out at some point, and the war was over.

Ye Chen straightened his collar and straightened his hair.

As for his opponent, the saint zombie, lying in the pit, there is still a human form, which has become a lump and has been crippled.

Quiet, surprisingly quiet, everyone looked at Ye Chen's house, like a monster, he was a demon and domineering.

"I won, merit. Thousands of silences, even if they were interrupted by Ye Chen's words, they looked at the master happily.

The old face of the stage owner twitched, opened his mouth, and his face turned black again.

Did Lao Tzu eat shit today? Luck was so bad that I met the Ancient Holy Body, and I lost once, and then I lost a second time.

Moreover, each time it is worse than the loss, before and after, more than 3,000 merits, Lao Tzu has to earn it as a young man.

In his heart, he slapped himself in the mouth.

Self-inflicted, this is all self-inflicted, and I can't complain about others.

The previous person didn't have enough money, so he wanted to come back next time, but he was good, and he wanted to say that the merit could be worth the hell stone, and dragged the person back.

Well, after these two battles, more than 3,000 merits have been lost.

"Here, no tricks. The people below were heckling.

On weekdays, I don't miss this loss of money, but I am fucking holding back the fire? Now it is really cool to see the owner of the stage lose merit.

The owners of the other mountains were all grinning.

I don't know if I don't know this, but when I hear it, I am shocked, I don't know that the stakes are so big, and such a number of merits, it is terrifying.

Many people have secretly remembered Ye Chen, this goods is very fierce, you have to be careful, if you can't keep it together, they will be there one day.

Gambling and fighting, betting is on who hangs, such a bullish person, the saint zombie is crippled, who can beat him.

Under the watchful eye, the stage owner took out his merit book.

It was a face of entanglement and pain, and when that finger went down, the two thousand merits were gone, and I cried on the spot.

Ye Chen held the merit book and stared at it for a long, long time.

Looking at the number of nearly five thousand on it, I was really excited, and if I was more than five thousand, I would have accumulated enough merit to ascend to the rank of the Immortal General.

At that time, he only needs to mention the cultivation to the top, and he can go to the judge to ask for the customs clearance documents, and Chu Ling will be visible.

Thinking of this, he threw the credit book into the air, and said domineeringly, "All bets, come, keep coming." ”

"Get out. The owner's throat howled earth-shattering.

Come on, do you have a bit of fucking morality, so many battle platforms, just catch Lao Tzu and go to the death pit?

After losing more than 3,000 merits in the two wars, Lao Tzu almost fell off the throne, and he worked hard for hundreds of years, all of which made you laugh.

Lao Tzu, there is no Saint King zombie, otherwise, I will definitely take it out, beat you and cry, and the merit will also win you all.

Ye Chen coughed dryly, smiled, and accepted his merit book.

It's indeed a bit ruthless, and if you gamble again, the god position of the Taiwan lord is not guaranteed, and you should leave some for people in general, and you can't be too real.

So, he looked at the masters of the other hills.

Seeing this, those stage owners couldn't help but pull the corners of their mouths.

Lao Tzu recognizes you, don't think about going to us to make trouble.

It doesn't matter if you lose three or five thousand Soul Stones, you can't lose merit.

This master is a bloody example, we don't want to follow in his footsteps, you can stay where you are cool.

The corners of Ye Chen's mouth also twitched, a group of old guys were guarding against him like thieves, this feeling was not good.

Zhao Yun wanted to laugh when he saw it, waved his hand, greeted Ye Chen, and motioned for him to leave quickly, otherwise he would probably be beaten.

Ye Chen also noticed that the wind was swishing behind him.