There are gods in the three feet of the head, and the three inches in the palm of the hand are the world!

The three-inch human power belongs to the magic power of gambling life, and bet on which party's life is harder!

If it weren't for being forced to a dead end, Cheng Hao didn't want to use it, but now that he was attacked by three true god-level powerhouses at the same time, it would be too late to open the crossing magic power of his right eye, and it would be impossible not to use this desperate magic power.

In this absolutely static light curtain space, three inches from Cheng Hao's palm, a transparent ball of light suddenly appeared, unaffected by anything, floating in the void, quietly rotating.

Airplanes!

Immediately after, there were mysterious patterns in the ball of light, and the light spread, and in an instant, the entire arcane treasure light curtain space was covered by countless patterns, seeming to evolve this place into the origin of the avenue.

Like a dream, like a reality, when Cheng Hao and the three true gods opposite recovered from their static state, they found that several people were on the busy street.

On both sides of the street, the cries of vendors, the chatter of passers-by, and the neighing of horse-drawn carriages were bustling, and the scene in front of them was no different from the mortal market in the world.

Standing on the side of the street, Cheng Hao was silent for a moment, and then understood his state at this time.

At this time, he should be in the mortal world evolved by the three-inch human supernatural power, there is no trace of divine power on his body, and he can't feel the traces of the primordial god, even if he pinched his arm at will, Cheng Hao could feel the pain.

There is no doubt that in this world, he is just an ordinary mortal, he will be injured and will die, and if he fails in his gamble, he will probably be exiled to this world of truth and falsehood.

While Cheng Hao was silently sensing his own situation, at the other end of the street, the true god of the Purple Moon Holy Land and the two Allahs of the Divine Eye Clan had already been forcibly changed at this time, turning into the most ordinary mortals, defenseless, looking at the pedestrians coming and going in the street, dumbfounded.

"We, are we caught in the illusion?" asked the third Allah of the Divine Eye Clan, with some hesitation.

"It shouldn't be an illusion, my Purple Moon Scepter is a supreme treasure given by the Holy Lord, and it can be immune to all kinds of illusions, that human kid doesn't have the ability to pull us into the illusion at the same time!" At this time, the true god of the Purple Moon Clan, who was wearing a purple cotton robe and looked at it like a village girl, stood on the street and kept looking, and said with certainty.

"Then you say, what kind of place is this? Where have all our cultivations gone?" The third Allah was a little impatient and had no strength, and there was a wave of anger in his heart at this time that he desperately wanted to vent.

"Hey, I said that you three country husbands, standing in front of my stall for a long time, do you want to buy my watermelon?

When the three of them kept looking around, the middle-aged man selling watermelons in the stall next to them became a little impatient and began to drive people away with scolding!

"Despicable ant, you dare to insult me?" The irritability in the heart of the third Allah could no longer be suppressed, and a punch was smashed directly at the watermelon stall owner.

Boom!

However, the ideal is very full, the present life is very skinny, the fist of the third Allah has not yet fallen on the stall owner's body, but his body is flying upside down, rolling on the ground more than three meters away, before stopping rolling.

"Phew! Lao Tzu has been selling watermelons in this town soul street for twenty years, what kind of ruffian hooligan has never seen it, just a thin monkey like you, believe it or not, Lao Tzu has killed you all one by one?"

The stall owner pinched his waist in one hand and held a watermelon knife in the other, and the cold and flashing knife shook in front of the head of the third Allah, and if you don't roll, Lao Tzu will reward you with two knives!

The third Allah swallowed his spit, although he had no cultivation, but the sense of crisis in his heart had not weakened much, he had a feeling that if he was stabbed a few times by this watermelon knife, he might really die!

Several people fought on the street, naturally caused everyone on the street to watch, Cheng Hao mixed in the crowd, clearly watched this scene, after seeing the third Allah several people confessed, he quietly walked out of the crowd, constantly thinking about the words of the watermelon stall owner in his heart.

"Soul Street, is this gamble related to ghosts?"

After wandering aimlessly on the street for a long time, Cheng Hao found an unusual place, that is, under the corner of the table in each stall, there was a piece of yellow paper, which meant something that he knew very clearly.

At this time, Cheng Hao finally believed his guess, this time the gamble was probably related to the ghost, that is, he was betting on whose life was harder, and he could survive as a mortal in the case of the evil ghost coming out of the cage.

"If there are really evil ghosts, then whether it is me, or those true gods, they are only mortal bodies now, and none of them can survive, my three-inch human power, since it is a gamble, then there must be one party who can survive, that is to say, in this mortal street, there is definitely a chance to survive, but there is only one chance of this fate, whoever finds it first, who can survive!"

Thinking of this, Cheng Hao didn't dare to delay time, and looked up at the sky, the sun in the sky had already set half of the mountain, if the sun had completely set, he would probably be completely trapped in this mysterious three-inch human world.

Cheng Hao knew very well in his heart that he only had one person, and the other party had three people, so he did not have an advantage in numbers, but he was the caster of this magical power, and he knew that this magical power was a magic power to gamble on his life, and he also knew that he would take the initiative to find clues to live.

Information advantage, this is the only advantage he has over the three true gods, if he can't take advantage of the three people to react to find a chance to live, then his chances of winning will be much slimmer.

Walking along the street, Cheng Hao didn't dare to go too fast, lest he miss any clues, until before the sun completely set, he finally found something unusual on the side of the street.

Now the position where Cheng Hao is standing is the door of an inn on the side of the street, the name of the inn is very interesting, it is called the Town Soul Inn, he has been walking for so long, or on both sides of the street, the first time he saw the inn.

Seeing that the sun was about to set completely, Cheng Hao's heart became more and more anxious, and he didn't have time to explore other places, so he pushed the door of the inn open and strode in.

The lobby of the inn was empty, the tables and chairs were neatly arranged, but there were no guests, and the silence made people tremble.

This discovery made Cheng Hao's heart tighten, and for a while, he couldn't make up his mind, is this inn the hope of survival, or the bustling street is the real place to live?

"Guest, do you want to stay in the hotel or do you want to be sharp?" On the corner on the west side of the lobby, an old man seemed to be the shopkeeper of this inn, standing up from the counter lazily, and asked Cheng Hao with some sleepy eyes.

"Is there an inn?" asked Cheng Hao after taking a deep breath.

"The guest officer is lucky, there is just one more, but there is only an ordinary room left, and the upper room is already full, I wonder if the guest officer still can't live there?" the old man yawned and asked.

Cheng Hao's heart tightened, the hall was empty, but the shopkeeper told him that the room was almost full, and there was only the last one left.

Could this inn be a ghost shop? Could it be that this is the place where the most real evil ghosts haunt, and the lively streets outside are the real places to live?

At this moment, Cheng Hao really understood the meaning of this gambling in his heart, and what was now in front of him was the real gambling life and death situation.

What he wants to gamble on now is whether this inn that looks like a ghost shop is a real place to live, and if he chooses one wrong step, he is likely to be devoured by evil ghosts, and he will turn into a powerful ghost himself, and he will be trapped in this three-inch human world forever.

"Guest officer, it's about to get dark, do you want to live or not?" Seeing Cheng Hao's silence, the innkeeper became a little impatient, looked up at the sky outside, and urged a little eagerly.

To live or not to live? This is a question, one can't get it right, but it's going to die!