Eternal gate

The morning in the ghost town is like the evening in the sun, the sky is dark.

The black spots are okay. Every house has red lanterns hanging on it. Walking on the street is like visiting a night market, which has a unique flavor. It becomes lively when there are more people. You can hear shouting and hawking wherever you go.

Zhao Yun, who had been hiding in the small courtyard for many days, finally ran out for a walk.

He has settled down in the outer universe, and it's time for him to start a big fight. He won't be able to improve his cultivation in a short period of time, but he can earn merits. The Sea of ​​Nie is a good place to go. If he kills a few more evil dragons, his merits won't go up. Channel.

Eh?

At the corner of the street, he suddenly stopped and felt a strange fluctuation.

After looking around, he fixed his eyes on a Minotaur, which was about the peak of Xuanxian. One foot had already stepped into the Cave Realm. His body was extremely majestic and must be more than two meters tall.

The Minotaur must be a drunkard, and he never forgets to drink while shopping.

And that strange fluctuation came from his wine gourd, which was actually engraved with the word "Dunjia Tian". It must have been too long, and the handwriting was a little blurry.

But Zhao Yun knew that it was just a foreign minister. After training, he would be golden. This is a rule of thumb.

"There is something like this in the outer universe." Zhao Yun held the wine bottle and muttered for a while. Come to think of it, even the moon god couldn't explain it. It must involve a lot of secrets. Who knows how many such words are there? Who knows how many universes he has wandered into.

Thinking like this, he took a few steps to follow, "Fellow Taoist?"

When the Minotaur heard the sound, he subconsciously looked back and glanced at Zhao Yun, "What are you doing?"

"It's no big deal, I just want to ask... can you sell this wine gourd?" Zhao Yun said with a smile.

After hearing this, the Minotaur raised his eyebrows slightly, and subconsciously looked at the wine gourd in his hand. It was so fresh. There were actually people buying this thing on the street. Could this broken wine gourd be a treasure?

"Fellow Taoist?" Zhao Yun called.

"This is a family heirloom, not for sale." The Minotaur said, not forgetting to take a breath at the wine gourd. When he was done, he wiped it again and again with his sleeve. The old gourd was polished by him.

Regardless of whether it is a treasure or not, it must be a big name.

"The price is negotiable." Zhao Yun smiled, not knowing what the Minotaur was thinking.

"My little friend really likes it so much, I can sell it to you... for eighty thousand." When the Minotaur bid for the promised heirloom, he was unambiguous in the slightest. He often did this.

"Thirty thousand."

"fifty thousand."

"make a deal."

When two big liars do business, one is quick.

Paying the money in one hand and taking the goods in the other, the transaction was completed happily.

"I still have some here, what else?" the Minotaur said, and took out another wine gourd.

Zhao Yun took one look and shook his head simply, "No."

"Don't worry, take a look at these." The Minotaur opened his robe, and the universe was hidden in his sleeves. It was like a starry sky, dotted with stars. Each star was a treasure, and there were bottles and jars of everything, twinkling. Various colors of light, at first glance I thought they were stars.

Zhao Yun took a step closer and looked at them one by one.

To be honest, there are many good things, such as the knife, which is not inferior to the Xuanzhang sword, and the bronze mirror, which has a strange brilliance that is still dazzling after looking at it for a long time!

"Ouch."

While he was watching, Zhao Yun suddenly felt someone patting him behind him.

Looking back, he saw that it was the stall owner who had bled him earlier!

It is not accurate to say that he was bleeding, but it was taking in the power of his soul, just like being chopped twice.

"Why don't we set up a stall today?" Zhao Yun joked, and continued to look at the Minotaur's treasures. If they were not kept intact, there was also the Dunjia Tianzi. If there were any, he would have to lose all his money to buy them!

"You have a nice body!" The stall owner also came up and took a look at the Minotaur's sleeves. Then he studied Zhao Yun. He had a lot of domineering energy hidden inside.

"The judge rewarded me."

"Does he have such good intentions?"

"Maybe it's because I'm handsome."

"I......"

"I said, old man, you have nothing to do." The Minotaur glanced sideways, and the meaning in his eyes was obvious. Where is the treasure I am selling? Don't let this mess happen and get out of here.

"Baby, are you feeling itchy?" The stall owner stroked his beard.

As he spoke, he also showed an aura of aura, with the word "Ghost King" flashing above his head.

This is great, the Minotaur, who was so awesome one second ago, is now smiling and laughing, the Ghost King! The rank is higher than him, and the cultivation level is higher than him, so don't laugh!

"No."

Zhao Yun had closed his eyes and could not find the word "Dunjia Tian".

"Sorry for bothering you." He left a word and turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" The stall owner grabbed him with one hand.

"Drink flower wine." Mr. Zhao replied casually.

"What kind of wine are you drinking? It would be great to find a wife. Let's go... Grandpa will take you to a good place." The stall owner was serious, and didn't care whether Zhao Yun wanted to or not, he just dragged Zhao Yun away.

Behind him, the Minotaur looked unhappy, feeling that the stall owner was disturbing his business.

However, when he remembered that the wine gourd had been sold for 50,000 Netherstones, he instantly became happy again.

"Drag me wherever you go."

"You'll find out when you get there."

The stall owner took Mr. Zhao to the depths of the ghost town.

The two of them stopped in front of a giant gate with a ghost head.

"What kind of place is this?" Zhao Yun raised his head and glanced up.

"You've never been to a gambling arena, haven't you?" The stall owner stepped in.

"Betting?" Zhao Yun muttered and followed.

"Hit...hammer him to death."

"Why are you running? Use your big move!"

"The head is a hood, hit it on the head."

As soon as Zhao Yun came in, he heard shouts and screams.

After taking a look around, I realized that it was a big world, just like the outside, it was very dark. There were many hills here, and on each peak, there was a battle platform. Under the battle platform, there were crowds of people, or they had eaten gunpowder. , or they were given chicken blood, howling earth-shatteringly, everyone blushing and having thick necks. This atmosphere is quite similar to that of a casino.

"Have fun!" the stall owner laughed.

"The underworld is so colorful." Zhao Yun sighed.

Betting and fighting! It's nothing more than going on stage to fight, making an appointment with the lottery, and whoever wins gets it!

While they were talking, the two of them had climbed to the top of a mountain. The entire gaming arena was the only one with the most people there. The stage was roaring, the audience was shouting, and the crowds were like a huge crowd.

Zhao Yun fixed himself in the corner and looked at the battle platform. The battle was in full swing. One of them was a burly man, carrying a pair of battle axes, opening and closing, what a state of cultivation! Xuanxian level.

Looking at the other side, he was wearing armor and a mask, and he was holding a black spear in his hand. He was attacking very fiercely. However, his eyes were dull and hollow, without any human emotion.

"Puppet?" Mr. Zhao touched his chin.

"That's a zombie." The stall owner took a sip of wine.

"Absolutely." Zhao Yun muttered and looked to the side of the battle platform. There was a cloud platform with an old man sitting on it. He was truly in the Cave Void Realm, which is what this universe calls a saint. He had a vague aura and his head. The hanging word "Mingjiang" seems to be looming.

Behind the old man, there was a zombie wearing armor standing, either holding a broadsword or a killing sword, ranging in rank from high to low, standing there motionless.

"The old man is the host of the stage, and he can be regarded as the banker of the gambling." The stall owner explained, "Those behind him are his zombies. The people who come to the stage to bet will be equipped with zombies as opponents based on their cultivation. The level of the zombies will be higher than The challenger is one level higher, like you, with an imperial level cultivation, and you need to challenge a quasi-holy level zombie. If you win, the prize money goes to you; if you belong, the prize money goes to the stage owner."

"Betting on the Hades Stone?"

"Is it possible that you are gambling on your wife?"

"That's what you mean!" Mr. Zhao became more energetic and his eyes were bright.

This is a great place to make money and a great way to make a fortune.

"How about it, want to try it?" the stall owner said with a wink.

"Then let's try it!" Zhao Yun wore a black robe and used his magical power to form a mask to cover his face. He was going to have a big fight here, so he had to hide his identity to prevent the host from losing his mind. He was on the blacklist. This is also a rule of thumb.

boom!

With a roar, the sturdy man was knocked off the fighting platform.

He was badly injured and was completely stunned. Two fierce tomahawks also flew out one after another along the top of the mountain. It happened that a person was passing by and was knocked flat by the first tomahawk. The second tomahawk was even more irritating and almost split in half.

That guy was also miserable. He was hammered by the guy named Ye and beaten by the guy named Zhao. Now he came to the gambling arena and was beaten even when he was walking. His hairy head was covered in blood.

No one paid attention to him, they were all looking at the host, and their faces were getting darker.

Obviously, they lost miserably, and looking at the host's eyes, they couldn't be kinder.

The host doesn’t think so, it’s just a fight! Get money based on your ability and be willing to admit defeat.

"But there are still challenges." The host rubbed his shoulders and glanced at the audience.

"Here we are." The stall owner was quite conscious and pushed Zhao Yun up.

"He also wears a mask, making him look mysterious." People in the audience kept muttering.

Few people can clearly see Zhao Yun's honor, they only know that he has cultivated to the imperial realm and has a strange aura.

"Outsiders?" There are many people with high vision, such as the host. After some identification, he sat upright. He had heard about the talents from the outer universe for a long time, but he had just met the real person today.

"Stop hiding, everyone knows it's you." The stall owner called out.

Zhao Yun coughed dryly. It was because he was overthinking. As soon as his aura was exposed, his identity was clearly revealed. There was no way, who made him an outsider? No matter how tightly you cover it, you can't hide it.

Under the spotlight, he took off his black robe and mask.

"The young man is quite handsome." There were many female cultivators in the audience, and there were always a few who were not reserved and looked at him with beautiful eyes, which were much more pleasing to the eye than those with bull-headed and horse-faced faces.

"How big a bet." The host smiled at Zhao Yun.

"That's all." Zhao Yun picked up the storage bag and threw away the 50,000 yuan he spent to buy the wine gourd. The remaining 100,000 dark stones are basically here.

Eh?

Everyone in the audience was surprised when they saw this.

When the host saw this, he raised his eyebrows slightly. This foreign melon boy is quite rich!

"Don't default on your debt if you lose." The host waved his hand, and a zombie suddenly appeared on the stage. It was a quasi-holy level. Although it looked like a zombie, it had a strong aura, especially the ghost-headed sword in his hand, which was sharp and bright. It was still stained with blood, like a decoration.

"This zombie is not weak."

Many people with bruised noses and swollen faces covered their faces and said this.

From the looks of it, there are many people who go on stage to gamble and fight, and there are also many people who get blasted by this zombie.

The host is also a thief. There are so many quasi-holy zombies, but this one is of high quality. He has made it clear that he wants to earn the one hundred thousand hellstones. This kid from outside is so stupid that he just shows up.