Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

Lü Lin immediately recognized Han Wuming. After all, the entire Ghost Dao Sect only had four cultivators above the Transformation Spring stage, collectively known as Elders, whom every disciple had to remember at all times.

So, when Lü Lin saw Han Wuming appear, the naive him thought that Han Wuming had come to save him, and he became happy.

Han Wuming looked at the expectant look in his eyes, sighed helplessly, and said coldly, "That's right, I'm here to save you, to save you from the sea of suffering!"

"Save me from the sea of suffering?" Lü Lin, who was lying on the ground, was stunned when he heard this, and asked puzzledly, "Elder Han, what do you mean by this?"

Hearing his naive remark, Han Wuming sighed helplessly again, and then a flash of light appeared in his hand, revealing a scepter made of grim white bones.

"Lü Lin, as an elder of the Ghost Dao Sect, I will give you one last piece of advice: in your next life, don't ever provoke someone named Chen Tian!"

After saying that, Han Wuming waved his scepter, and a cloud of black gas spread out, enveloping Lü Lin's body.

This black gas was extremely strange, as if it had strong corrosive properties. As soon as it touched Lü Lin's clothes, it melted them away, and then, when it touched Lü Lin's flesh, it began to devour his flesh from the bottom up.

Lü Lin was terrified. He wanted to shout, but he was shocked to find that no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he opened his mouth, he couldn't make a single sound.

Finally, in a moment of despair, the black gas devoured his last piece of flesh, and then, as if satisfied, it returned to Han Wuming's scepter.

At this time, on the open space, there was no longer any trace of Lü Lin's figure, leaving only a pale and terrifying skeleton!

Immediately afterwards, Han Wuming turned around and glanced at the mortals in the courtyard.

When these people saw Han Wuming's gaze sweeping over, their hearts suddenly trembled, and they all lowered their heads in fear, praying in their hearts that Han Wuming would not look at them.

Of course, among these people, Qian Wangui was probably the most afraid.

He knelt on the ground, cold sweat dripping from his forehead to the tip of his nose, and then dripping from the tip of his nose onto the ground.

But suddenly, at this moment, a figure suddenly walked towards him, standing in front of him, blocking the sunlight.

"Master Qian, raise your head." At the same time, an icy voice entered his ears.

Qian Wangui was shocked. Although he was unwilling, he finally trembled and slowly raised his head.

Standing in front of him was Chen Tian.

"Master Qian, don't you think I look familiar?" Chen Tian said again, his tone still devoid of any emotion.

Qian Wangui was puzzled. Just now, he vaguely felt that Chen Tian looked a little familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere. Now, after hearing Chen Tian's words, Qian Wangui finally confirmed that he must have seen Chen Tian before.

So he stared at Chen Tian's face and began to recall carefully.

One figure after another emerged from Qian Wangui's mind, and he searched among these figures for faces similar to Chen Tian's.

The figures flashed quickly in Qian Wangui's mind like a kaleidoscope. Suddenly, all his attention focused on a slightly immature face.

This was the face of a child, with anger and unyieldingness written on it.

Surrounding this face, Qian Wangui instantly remembered many things. Yes, he finally remembered that he had once driven this child out of Lu Feng Town, and occupied the Taoist temple where he used to live, and finally transformed the Taoist temple into a casino.

Thinking of this, the pupils in Qian Wangui's eyes dilated infinitely, and he looked at Chen Tian with an unbelievable expression and said, "You... you are Chen Tian?"

Hearing Chen Tian say that he could let him go, Qian Wangui was immediately overjoyed and nodded hastily, "Okay, okay, you say, what are they? Don't say two, even if it's twenty thousand, I'll give them."

Chen Tian smiled slightly, ignored him, and said lightly, "The first thing I want is for you to return this Taoist temple to me. Are you willing to give it?"

After hearing this, Qian Wangui's heart relaxed, and he nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice, saying, "This Taoist temple originally belonged to you. It was my greed that forcibly occupied your Taoist temple. Now, of course, it should be returned to its original owner."

After kowtowing on the ground for a long time, Qian Wangui looked at Chen Tian again and asked cautiously, "Then what is the second thing?"

After hearing this, Chen Tian smiled strangely, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "The second thing is also simple, I just want your life. Master Qian, will you give it?"

"What? Want my life!" Qian Wangui's eyes widened suddenly, his body trembled even more violently, and he hurriedly kowtowed and begged for mercy, "Grandpa Chen Tian, it's this little one's fault, I deserve to die, I'm guilty, please be generous and let this little one go."

Looking at Qian Wangui's constantly begging appearance, the smile on Chen Tian's face suddenly disappeared, his eyes became extremely gloomy, he stood up and ordered coldly, "Han Wuming, you do it, I don't want to dirty my hands."

"Hehe, as you command, Master!"

After receiving Chen Tian's order, Han Wuming laughed strangely and walked towards Qian Wangui.

Before long, a scream rang out.

Chen Tian turned his back, although he couldn't see the situation behind him, he knew what had happened.

However, he didn't turn his head to look, but instead walked towards the gambling table.

Chen Tian lifted the dice cup that Qian Wangui had not opened, and found that among the three dice inside, two showed six points, but the last one was pressed down by one of the dice, so he couldn't see the number of points on it clearly.

Chen Tian reached out and moved the dice that was pressing on top, finally revealing the number of points on the last dice.

Chen Tian glanced at it, but then couldn't help but laugh softly.

Because the number of points on the last dice was actually five points.

In other words, the last hand was not a leopard of three sixes, but should be five six six, seventeen points, big!

The reason for this may be because Qian Wangui hadn't practiced for a long time and his skills had deteriorated.

Chen Tian sighed, shook his head and smiled, "Did I lose this last round?"