Willing to lose!

Since the gamble failed, then according to the regulations, Lord Huangliang in Danyangzi's mouth must cut his own origin power to Suningan.

It's not much, one percent, however, this strange existence has existed for a long time, has been living in the gap between the real world and the real world, time has no meaning to him, and his one percent of his origin is an extremely powerful force.

You must know that the fusion of the three corpses he and Danyangzi cut out, to a certain extent, is still dominant, so that Danyangzi also has to follow his rules, and its origin is far from being comparable to the weirdness in the bodies of black-robed mages such as He Zhiqian, Master Mei, and Mr. Shu.

One is the light of the sun and the moon, and the other is the pearl of rice, so it is not an exaggeration to describe it.

According to the gambling contract, Huangliang needs to infuse one percent of its own origin into Suning'an, however, the gambling contract does not stipulate that this kind of infusion must be in a way that Suningan can bear, so how to give it is dominated by Huangliang.

In this way, there is also a loophole.

Yes, I have to cut my own source power to you, like a gift, the problem is, if you can't afford this gift yourself, it has nothing to do with me, you can only blame yourself for being too weak.

Huang Liang's way of giving the origin power to Suningan is also more brutal, the time is extremely short, only a moment, and the one percent of the origin is infused into Suningan, not to mention that Suningan is an innate martial artist, even if it is a refining realm, or a yellow-robed real person like Xuanqing Zhenren, at this moment, he can't catch so many origins.

There is a saying that there is no way to make up for nothing.

A person needs to replenish qi and blood, however, if a large amount of tonic is swallowed in a short period of time, not only will it not be able to maintain the body, but it will make it worse, because the body cannot adapt to such drastic changes.

It's a pity that whether it's Danyangzi or Huangliang, they all got the wrong object.

They thought that Suningan was greedy to seize the origin, and his reason was lost, so he forgot to patch the contract, but he didn't think of this loophole, but he never thought that Suningan himself was just a channel, and all those origins were sacrificed to the system panel and stored in the Soul Storage, and they would only recharge krypton gold when needed.

No matter how brutal the way it is, even if it is the tide backflowing, it has no effect on Suningan.

White light enveloped him, countless origin powers poured in instantly, but disappeared in an instant, Suningan was like a bottomless pit, no matter how much power was poured into it, there was no change in the slightest, he would only dislike it and not be violent enough.

More points!

A little more!

He could even shout like that if he could.

On the main seat, Danyangzi's face became more and more ugly, but it was ugly and ugly, but it was not manic and angry.

After all, Suningan has brought him a lot of accidents, and there is no shortage of this one.

At this time, he only needs to wait silently, waiting for Suningan to devour one percent of the sorghum, and then expel it from this hall, and go back to where it comes from, similar to spending money to send evil guests.

Xuanqing Zhenren looked at Su Ning'an, who was shrouded in white light, and his intestines were full of regret, he knew that Suningan could win in the gambling fight, and at the beginning, he should have a good relationship with Suningan and form a united front.

At the beginning, when Suningan was aggressive, he should not have watched the jokes on the sidelines and treated Suningan as a chess piece, but should stand on Suningan's side and bet his fate on Suningan.

After all, they are all born in Changningguan, and they are still the masters.

If he made a request, Suningan would most likely agree, at that time, he had the upper hand, Danyangzi was limited by the rules, and retreated step by step, if Suningan proposed additional conditions, he could only agree.

Unfortunately, at that time, he didn't think Suningan could win.

Ay!

It's hard to buy money and you know it!

I don't know if it's too late to open my mouth now?

Xuan Qing Zhenren pursed his dry lips and stopped talking.

After all, he still couldn't pull off this face, and he couldn't whisper to Suningan.

That's it!

Just when Xuanqing Zhenren felt sorry for himself, in his sea of knowledge, the altar he had built suddenly shone with blue light, the Daomen treasure basket enshrined on the altar was spinning and turning, and Wang Lingguan's phantom flashed, and the power of faith incense was teleported from an unknown space, anchoring him, forming a causal line.

When the causal line was about to form, Danyangzi's gaze moved away from Su Ning'an and fell on Xuanqing Zhenren.

The first time, he sensed it.

On Suning'an's side, the white light still shrouded him, and the one percent of the origin of the yellow sorghum was too huge, even if it was squeezed and overlapped with violent indoctrination, even if the time was pressed into a very short time, it could not be completed in a few breaths.

Willing to lose!

Rules come first!

One percent is one percent, not a little more, not a little less.

At the same time, the hall began to tremble, the copper tiles above the head rattled, dust splashed, and the aperture that wrapped the seat also shook, flashing and disappearing, flickering and dimming, just like before, the weird yellow sorghum was angry!

This time, it wasn't because of Suningan.

Like Danyangzi, he sensed that an unknown force had invaded his area, and in a very violent way, like an uninvited villain, he was naturally angry.

You know, whether it is Suningan or Xuanqing Zhenren, or long-eyebrow Arhats, gold-armored warriors, and beautiful snakes...... and those practitioners who have disappeared and been devoured by Him, all of whom have entered the Great Hall through proper means.

In a way, they were all guests He had invited.

There is a breath mark on his body, like a large hall that he has entered through drunken dreams or other means with an invitation, not like the current one, kicking the door open and breaking in with crab steps.

This is a provocation!

This is offensive!

This is a violation of the rules!

Unforgivable!

"Ahh

Danyoko let out a roar.

A red light fell from the sky, enveloping him, and at the same time, there was also a cyan light falling from the sky, falling towards Xuanqing Zhenren's head.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"

Xuanqing Zhenren chanted loudly, the divine thought was full of piety, and a colorful circle of light rose above his head, heading towards the cyan light, the cyan light did not go straight down, but turned into a green snake, which evaded the aperture extremely smartly, stuck to the eyebrows of Xuanqing Zhenren, and instantly drilled in.

On the altar of Xuanqing Zhenren's knowledge of the sea, Wang Lingguan's figure became solid, no longer a phantom, holding a pair of golden whips, at this time, with a wave of the golden whip, countless electric rays scattered out like countless silver needles, piercing on the green snake that slipped in.

The next moment, the green snake disappeared.

However, Xuanqing Zhenren did not feel easy.

When Wang Lingguan's figure in his sea of consciousness condensed, the soul under the altar cracked, cracked, and the luster of the treasure enshrined on the altar also dimmed, no longer golden and brilliant, as if it had lost its spirituality.

On the seat, Xuanqing Zhenren was bleeding from all his orifices, and his expression was extremely terrifying.

At that moment just now, it was equivalent to two powerful beings who exchanged hands through his body, one was naturally the strange Huang Liang of the master who occupied the right time and place, and the other was the god general Wang Lingguan from the Dao Gate.

Different from the previous magic of inviting gods, in the past, Wang Lingguan invited by Xuanqing Zhenren was just a projection, and the power contained was within the range of what he could bear, after all, survival is the instinct of human beings, and the unbearable power is not the real power.

The soul itself has shackles that prevent more power than it can bear.

At this time, it is not the case, at this time, it is not a trace of Wang Lingguan's projection that appears in the Xuanqing True Consciousness Sea, even if it is not a real body, it will be a wisp of his distraction, and the difference between projection and distraction is like the difference between Danyangzi in the system panel and Danyangzi in the main hall.

Power is not the same.

This is also the reason why Wang Lingguan can have a slight advantage, outside, it is the weird home field, and in the Xuanqing True Knowledge, that is his home field.

Of course, he was not a complete victory.

After all, this is Xuanqing's true knowledge.

The immortals fought, the mortals suffered, and it was the Xuanqing Zhenren who was really hit hard, however, it was only a matter of time, Xuanqing Zhenren as the anchor, as one end of the Void Passage, he was destined to become the object of sacrifice.

It's hard to say whether you can live or not.

Even if I live, I'm afraid it won't ......

The next moment, Wang Lingguan drilled out of the eyebrows of Xuanqing Zhenren, and instantly turned into a phantom of Qi Rengao, compared to in the Xuanqing Zhenren Consciousness Sea, his body at this time was not solid enough, flickering bright and dark, and it seemed that he could not exist for a long time.

"Wang Lingguan ......"

Danyoko let out a piercing scream.

He slapped his eyebrows, and a red light rushed out, and in the red light, there was a Buddha sitting upright, but compared to the Buddha with kind eyebrows, this Buddha was covered in blood, as if he had rushed out of the sea of blood.

"Eight desolations and six combinations, I am the only one!"

The blood Buddha pointed to the sky and the ground with one hand, and the Buddha's voice echoed in the main hall, revealing the slightest evil intent, and with this sound, in the void, a sea of blood was generated, rushing towards the Xuanqing Zhenren who gritted his teeth and insisted on not being unconscious.

He is the anchor of the ship, so that if you pull it off, you will be able to set sail and avoid the shackles of the riverbank.

"Demons!"

Wang Lingguan roared angrily, and his double whips struck.

Countless lightning flashes, piercing the sea of blood and piercing countless needle holes.

However, the sea of blood has never dissipated, and countless souls are wailing, but they are slowly condensing together.

The Blood Buddha crashed headlong into Wang Lingguan.

"Poof!"

There was a soft thud.

Wang Lingguan is like a bubble on the surface of the river, it instantly turned into a virtual shadow and dissipated, and the same is true of the blood Buddha thrown by Danyangzi, which is slightly better than Wang Lingguan, and it lasts for a breath longer, but it still dissipates without a trace.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"

Xuanqing Zhenren raised his head.

Overhead, three green lotuses swayed and appeared.

In an instant, it merged into one, and a red lotus bloomed from the nine-petal green leaf, and within the petals of the red lotus, a divine phantom was about to be born.

With a beam on his head, he suddenly stretched out a palm and grabbed it towards the lotus.

At the same time, the white light above Suning'an's head was about to dissipate, and one percent of the origin power had already been delivered.