Soon, some of the anxious monks were already taking the lead in completing the additional bets.

But at this time, the mutation regenerates, interrupting the move of most of the remaining people.

It turned out to be a few extra lines of words under the subtitles in mid-air.

[Special bet: Can the Terran monk kill more than 100 slimes in the remaining hours?

Yes, 1.66 times

No, 2.0x】

At this moment, except for Han Changming, who didn't react because he couldn't see the words, all the monks in the territory of Yuan Magnetism were completely boiling and frying.

Even the originally sober Dou Lisa Monk, who was usually cautious, couldn't hold it anymore.

"Fellow Daoists, if you don't do it at this time, when will you stay? For more than ten hours, we monks have thousands of people, and we can't kill a hundred mud monsters?"

There was a middle-aged monk who was blessed with a bald head, and suddenly raised his arms and exhaled, which immediately attracted the attention of countless monks.

These monks did not come from the same place, and most of them did not know each other, but now they had the same goal.

"Well, sell batches, the odds of this 'can' are very attractive, there is still so much time left, the brothers are all rushing up, let alone a hundred, even if all these Guasisi slimes are given to the sun, there is no problem. ”

A monk who looked like a Taoist priest responded.

"Now that everyone is on the bus, we have lived for a thousand years, how can we lag behind!"

Another hoarse voice from an old monster ignited the hearts of many people who were about to die.

Many high-level cultivators who are about to die plan to be the last in their immortal cultivation careers at this moment.

In the realm of Yuan Magnetism, there are not a few such people.

Originally, these longevity was about to expire Yuan Infant Old Monster was particularly life-sparing, and he has always been extremely cautious about Shouyuan, if it weren't for this kind of option at this moment, which is nine out of ten and the odds are good, they will definitely not give all the remaining Shouyuan to a shuttle.

This time, they only invested a very small part of Shouyuan in the initial game before the game, and even when the odds fell to 1.1 just now, they forcibly held back and did not make a move, because the net profit was only one-tenth, but they had to bear the risk of failure, and such input and output were not proportional, so they would rather not do it.

But now, there are so many hours left, and there are at least one or two hundred slimes left, although it will take a little time to find these slimes hiding in the shadows, but how can it be impossible to kill a hundred?

What's more, the monks located in the slime field were excited to find that those slimes that would have taken some time to find out actually gathered together automatically, and they all leaned close to a green slime next to the big one, as if they were going to resist stubbornly, which made the monks who saw it overjoyed, and it was really effortless to step on the iron shoes and find nowhere to find them.

What no one noticed was that this time, all the monks were crazy about making additional bets with the idea of picking up money, and the total amount of life they invested was actually more than they had invested in the initial game.

Especially those old monsters who have few left, at this moment, everyone is finally all shuttle, and the old man is talking about juvenile madness, planning to break the kettle and sink the boat, and win or lose.

And then when they finish betting, reality will soon pour cold water on them.

In the gambling game, there is never a stable handicap, only the hot will die!

How can the trader's wool be so easy to pick?

Due to the time of every pillar of incense, it can only be transmitted to the slime field once, and the number of monks can not exceed a hundred at a time, but in fact, many monks are unwilling to do it themselves, after all, everyone has a tsundere heart, and not everyone is willing to slaughter this low-level mud monster, which not only lowers their status, but also dirties their hands.

On the other side, Han Changming saw that the number of monks who came in each time was not much, so he simply stayed near the only small teleportation array that entered this field.

If it weren't for the extremely fast teleportation speed of this teleportation array, it was basically that the teleportation array had just been activated, and the monks would have appeared, otherwise Han Changming would have been able to take advantage of the fact that these monks had just passed in, and they had not yet gained a firm foothold and had no time to take precautions.

It's a pity that the monks are not stupid, after they quickly appeared in the teleportation array, they took out some defensive magic weapons one after another to protect themselves.

So Han Changsheng could only show weakness first, and wait for the other party to put away the defensive magic weapon before making a move.

Even though these high-ranking monks were very vigilant, the dazzling achievement of destroying 990 slimes in the previous half an hour made them disdain the slimes in their hearts.

The reason why they use magic weapons to defend themselves when teleporting is more of a habit that has been formed over time, after all, there have been too many incidents of this kind of sneak attack on teleporters in the immortal cultivation world before.

A few pillars of incense passed, and several waves of monks came in successively, but all of them were killed instantly by Han Changming, and these careless monks were not Han Changming's enemies at all.

Even when Han Changsheng was bored, he would also use the fart talent of the slime clan, this fart was really extraordinary, once it was released, I saw bursts of green waves, cascading forward, and many monks were smoked to death as soon as they teleported over.

The more than 100 slimes behind Han Changming were all shocked, their mouths wide open, speechless, although they used to look down on the Terrans, but in fact, they began to flee when they saw the Terran monks.

I thought that today's catastrophe would be inevitable, but I didn't know that the new patriarch of this green slime that suddenly appeared was so fierce!

"Although these Qi Refining Stage cultivators are careless, they are too easy to kill, right?" Han Changming himself was also confused, and at the same time, he also wondered in his heart, "Why don't these monks have storage bags after they are killed?"

It's a pity that his spiritual power has dropped to the Qi refining stage, so he can't cast a monk's traditional spell 'Soul Searching Dafa', otherwise he will find out after a search.

But he thought about it, there were a large number of these monks who had entered the Yuan Magnetic Realm, and if everyone could carry storage bags, then there would definitely be people fishing in troubled waters and plotting against other monks to obtain storage bags.

Half an hour later.

The monk, who was outside the wilderness, finally realized that something was wrong.

The monk watched batch after batch teleport in, but after so long, not only did the number of slimes killed not increase by one, but also no monk came out.

"Could it be that something happened inside?"

Many monks felt anxious in their hearts, after all, if they failed this time, they would be buried here because their longevity was exhausted.

Everyone began to feel bad and inexplicably worried.

At this moment, the teleportation array in front of them finally flashed brightly, and a monk came out of the field, but he passed out with a thud.

This monk was actually the cautious monk with a hat, and he was now filled with an incomprehensible green mist.

When the monks saw this, they were shocked and couldn't help but talk about it.

"Why does this smell so much like a stinky fart? But unlike a normal fart, the green mist of this fart is like a maggot on the tarsal bones, burrowing into the monk's flesh and eating away at the monk's body. ”

"Many years ago, I saw slimes farting, and slimes are mostly green, so they often fart green. ”

"What? There is such a powerful slime? Could it be a mutant monster?"

"In this way, the Daoists who went into the wilderness before are estimated to have suffered accidents, fellow Daoists, don't be reserved now, everyone will form a group to kill it, then no matter how strong the slime is, it is only a Qi refining period, hack it to death with a knife!"

"Yes, everyone formed a group to chop it with a knife, which of my generation of monks didn't stomp on the outside and cause an earthquake in the immortal cultivation realm? If I can't even beat a slime, I'd rather abandon my cultivation and never step into the immortal cultivation realm again. ”

"Okay, just according to what Daoyou said!"

Immortal cultivators have always been very decisive in their work, and their movements are fast and efficient.

Soon, the first wave of fifty people was organized, teleported in, and prepared to exterminate the Slime Clan!

If everything goes well, then when the next pillar of incense is made, someone will take the initiative to come out to report the good news.

However, after a pillar of incense, none of the monks could come out.

At this time, all the monks outside were shocked, and it seemed that the first wave of fifty people had been wiped out.

Suddenly a pessimistic mood spread, even though they were like immortals in the hearts of mortals, but in the face of death, everyone was equal.

There was still plenty of time, and the monks simply organized a group of 100 people this time, which reached the limit of the number of people teleported at a time.

Another pillar passed.

There was not the slightest sign of a monk coming out of this end of the teleportation array.

This time, all the monks were silent, what kind of shocking evil was going on in the wilderness?

It's a pity that the hat monk can't wake up for the time being, otherwise he will find out when he asks.

Many monks have already regretted it, especially those monks who laughed at the trader for giving money, and they already wanted to die.

As the saying goes, ten bets and nine losses, this is not false at all, the more it seems to be a stable event, the easier it is to upset, if these slimes are not eliminated today, their Shouyuan will be swallowed up by the handicap and there is no scum left!

You can return things when you buy them, but the gambling table has always been bought and left, and there are no regrets at all.

Under the threat of death, the monks certainly did not sit idly by, they organized one hundred regiments after another, but they were all quickly wiped out, and no one could come out alive.

The string of 'nine hundred and ninety-nine' numbers in the sky seemed to be frantically mocking these people who tried to pick up the wool of the handicap.

I can't remember how many monks have teleported in, if so many monks are all alive, it can be said that they will be cut off by whipping, and one person can drown the slime with a mouthful of spit, but now the spicy chicken slime in their eyes seems to have become a giant beast in the wilderness, constantly devouring these monks who have passed in.

Time passed imperceptibly, and it was a kind of torment for the living monks, and these ten or so hours were as long as a hundred years.

But for Han Changsheng in the wilderness, he seemed to have no concept of time in the endless killing, and more than a dozen hours were fleeting.

All the slimes behind Han Changming were numb to the sight, and they couldn't imagine that their new patriarch was so strong.

At this time, there were only a few breaths left, and Han Changsheng had already seen the dawn of victory, when he was about to eliminate a fire spirit root cultivator who was extremely fast in the distance.

Suddenly, the white slime Shibai, who was standing at the front of all the slimes with only two tentacles left, rushed out quickly.

"Come back quickly, the Terrans are not something you can deal with!"

Elder Shi Yu was suddenly startled and hurriedly shouted.

Shi Bai didn't listen, it ran faster, and shouted: "I was mutilated by the human race, only two tentacles are left, now there is a rare opportunity for revenge, I must kill him with my own hands!"

That Fire Spirit Root Cultivator was full of fire spirit power, and it was difficult for Han Changsheng's attacks to withstand him, and he originally planned to wait for an opportunity to escape into the teleportation array.

But at this moment, he was ecstatic, there was a slime stupid enough to take the initiative to send it to the door, he only bet on the initial game before the game, and he didn't bet on the two turf that appeared later, so if he can kill this stupid slime, the number of kills will be full of 1,000, and the principal he bet on can be returned because of the 'water'!

Seeing this, the monk immediately bit the tip of his tongue without hesitation, spurting out a mouthful of essence blood, and his head instantly turned from black and thick to white hair.

He used a secret method of burning life to gain faster speed, in order to get close to the white slime before Han Changsheng could stop him.

"Flutter!"

This was probably the fastest time in the life of the Fire Spirit Root Monk, and he managed to kill Shi Bai with a single sword.

The number in the sky instantly turned into a thousand.

Han Changming's face also turned blue, extremely ugly, and he worked hard for more than ten hours, but he didn't expect such a result of 'walking water'.

No matter who struggles for more than ten hours, seeing that victory is in sight, but the boiled duck flies away, his face will not look good.