Xuan Qing Zhenren was silent and did not respond.

On the desk in front of him was a statue of the Dao Ancestor, the one he brought out from the Changning Temple, with the divine power of the statue, and it was never shielded in that illusion that resembled the mystery of the womb.

Self-aware, he quickly broke through the barrier.

Then, like Suningan, he came here through the vast white fog, and it seemed that these people in front of him were like this.

They all came through the white mist.

It's just that their experience is different from that of Xuanqing Zhenren.

The statue of Dao Ancestor shone with a glimmer of light, which was a sign that the divinity was still alive.

However, Xuan Qing Zhenren knew in his heart that when fighting against that illusion, the divine power of the idol had been consumed a lot, and the power of the incense belief he carried had been almost used, and then, at most, it would be the power of one blow.

"Real person, have you thought about it?"

Danyangzi was still smiling, never angry at Xuanqing's silence.

"Can I choose to say no?"

Xuan Qing Zhenren said cautiously.

Not long after entering the main hall, I didn't know anything about it, and I only listened to the introduction of the gambling game once, but after looking at the state of all the cultivators present, Xuanqing Zhenren knew that this gambling game was not a good thing.

Like that long-eyebrow arhat, deprived of his five senses, at this time it is like being sealed in a dark cocoon, and if he has no spiritual sense, he is no different from a dead person.

Below him, a mage who didn't know what kind of cultivation sect he knew, only had one head left, just like the head lowering practiced by some mages who believed in evil gods in southern Xinjiang, calling it a man-made weirdness that descended from the human head.

He most likely lost everything in the game, leaving only a head.

Moreover, the rational part of the self-consciousness seems to have been stripped away, and all that remains of the head is furious and evil emotions, with its mouth constantly opening and closing, uttering curses of unknown meaning, and its face hideous.

At this time, it only bumps around in the light mask in the position, making a thumping sound.

There is no difference between being alive and dead.

The third was a young lady, but the long tail sticking out from behind the lady could tell that it was a demon.

In Da Chu, especially in the core area, there are actually relatively few big demons.

Once it appears, it will be suppressed by the Dao Gate and the Buddhist Gate, and it will also be besieged by those cultivation sects, after all, many things on the demon's body are good materials for cultivation, and the flesh and blood of the cultivator is also the demon's favorite food.

The two are natural enemies.

This is a glamorous snake demon.

The change of the snake demon's expression is especially good at evoking human emotions, a look, a smile, and the emotions contained in it are often magnified tenfold, that is, when she just smiles and greets you to show her affection, you will think that she is trying to pull you into bed.

However, this snake demon is not.

She seems to be normal, and she still has a change in expression, however, no matter what she does with her expressions and movements, you can't feel the slightest change in emotion, you will only feel fake, feel disgusting, and want to turn her head sideways, so you need to be patient so that you don't throw it out.

This one should have lost his talent and bloodline supernatural powers in the gambling game.

As a snake demon, she is already a bad character.

The last one is a golden-armored samurai, with a golden armor all over his body, only his mouth, nose and eyes exposed, well, now looking through the gaps in the armor, there is no mouth, nose and eyes.

Now, it's just an empty shell.

Only armor, no one.

To be precise, this one lost his body in the gambling game, but the soul is still there, pinned on the armor he carries, the armor is a spiritual weapon, but it can contain the soul of the god, and he can barely be regarded as alive.

Just, is there any meaning to live this kind of life?

Seeing so many lessons from the past, how could Xuanqing Zhenren not feel frightened, and it was inevitable to be cautious and careful, so he politely declined Danyangzi's suggestion to gamble.

"Refuse?"

Danyoko was still smiling.

"Real person, once you win the game, you can leave this temple and return to the real world you are in, so you still choose to give up?"

"If you refuse this time, you can't accept the gamble anymore?"

Xuanqing Zhenren asked.

"Not really!"

Danyangzi waved his hand.

"You can choose to decline and postpone your participation to the next round, but you have to pay the price."

"The price?"

"Yes, it is the rules of the temple to participate in the gambling game, the rules must be followed, and in order to be exempt from the rules, you must pay a price, which is also a kind of rule ......"

Danyangzi smiled, and the smile was meaningful.

"Real person, I don't think you want to make him angry!"

"What do I have to pay?"

Xuan Qing Zhenren pondered for a moment and asked.

It's been a while since he became a real person in a yellow robe, don't look at his fairy wind bones, he seems to be middle-aged, but he is actually more than a hundred years old, and Shouyuan actually doesn't have much anymore, speaking of which, he can be regarded as well-informed.

He knows that some weirdness is born because of the rules, and will follow the rules, and as long as you are within the rules, there is almost no danger.

However, this weirdness is not easy to deal with either.

The rules are made by him, and the so-called fairness is actually a paradox, and it is difficult to go out under the rules, or even kill back.

"Man, you have to keep the idol."

"Idols?"

Xuan Qing Zhenren stared at the statue of Dao Ancestor on the desk.

The remaining divine power on the statue was not enough for him to circumvent the rules of this building, nor for him to break through the space and return to the real world, after all, it was just a spiritual weapon that absorbed and operated the power of incense faith.

As the grassroots unit of the Daomen, Changning Guan has only this extent.

Of course, the statue naturally does not have the gaze of the Dao Ancestor, and it is a mere spiritual weapon, and it cannot withstand the sight of the Dao Ancestor.

However, that doesn't mean you can dispose of the idol at will.

Daomen practice, especially the true people who have been consecrated, piety is very important, not pious enough, the combat effectiveness that can be exerted is low, the so-called sincerity is spiritual, here is not a vernacular, but similar to the existence of truth.

"Good!"

Xuan Qing Zhenren nodded.

Rather than losing a gamble and being deprived of something at random, he would rather trade the idol for a little time, so that he could think about it and find a gamble that would be beneficial to him.

This weird wants to analyze the divinity of the Dao Ancestor contained in the dissected god statue.

He couldn't ask for it!

It's like an ant walking at your feet, you may turn a blind eye, but if this guy actually bites you and catches your attention, then you will most likely stretch out your little finger and crush it to death.

"Good, good!"

"Since the real person is so willing, the first round of gambling will also have a bye, waiting for the second round ......"

Danyoko applauded and laughed.

On the desk in front of Xuanqing Zhenren, the statue of Dao Ancestor disappeared.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"

Xuan Qing Zhenren closed his eyes and whispered.

In his ears, Danyangzi's voice continued to sound.

"This boy, it's your turn......"