God Emperor

Yan Zhexian was very interested and asked: "How can you tell that it has been sacrificed?"

Zhang Ruochen talked eloquently and said: "It has been recorded in classics that the time-space coral was born in Xingwu and grew in the ancient mines. It was white like jade at first, and it became a tree during the epoch of the epoch, divided into black and white, and illuminated for five hundred miles. On the day of March, March night is one day.”

This means that the time and space coral was born in the Sea Stone Star dock and grew on the ancient sacred mine. At the beginning, it was as white as jade. After passing through the Yuan Hui Tribulation, it turned into black and two colors. Within the five hundred miles covered by the light, three months were day, three months were night, and half a year was one day.

Zhang Ruochen said: "It can be seen that even if it is a black and white space-time coral tree, within the range of the light, the flow of time is extremely slow. If you stay under the tree for half a year, only one day will pass outside. Moreover, this kind of time flow is very stable. "

"There are few records of space-time coral trees with more than three colors in the classics."

"The colorful space-time coral tree is unheard of. If one were born alive, it would definitely alarm many gods. Its value far exceeds that of the Supreme Sacred Artifact, and can even be compared with the price of the Divine Artifact."

"The space power emitted by this colorful coral tree is very unstable, and the time power is also quite chaotic. It is obviously a dead tree and has been sacrificed by humans."

The monk, whose whole body was shrouded in black gauze, said in a chaotic and hoarse voice: "How do you know it is a dead tree? What if it is not completely dead?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said: "The time-space coral can only survive in the ancient divine mine. If it is separated from the divine mine, it will not be nourished and will die soon."

Ye Xiao, who was in charge of the auction, pointed to the gaming table and said, "Didn't you see that there is a pot of sacred mud under the colorful coral tree? When it was dug out from the tomb of the ancient god, the sacred mud was already there, and its divinity has not been lost. "

The old man with seven hands, the God of Gamblers, showed his yellowed teeth and smiled a bit ferociously, saying: "Even if it is a dead tree, its value is not low."

Yan Zhexian nodded and agreed with the old man Qishou.

Even if it is just a dead colorful coral tree, it should be worth more than 100,000 sacred stones. If you are lucky and the colorful coral tree is not completely dead, even if there is still a trace of vitality, with the background of the Yama clan, there will be a certain chance to revive it.

When gambling reaches that level, what does tens of thousands of divine stones mean?

Zhang Ruochen said: "If the dead tree that has been sacrificed is successfully sacrificed and well-preserved, its value is indeed very high. It can rival the Supreme Sacred Artifact. It is easy to sell hundreds of thousands of sacred stones."

At the beginning, Zhang Ruochen's Seven-Yuan King's Holy Artifact "Mingyang Divine Wheel" was auctioned for 300,000 divine stones in the Star Sea World because of the opportunity to cultivate it into a supreme holy instrument.

The true supreme holy artifacts are priceless and no one will sell them.

Yan Zhexian saw that this space monk seemed to have some discernment, so he asked: "How much do you think this colorful coral tree is worth?"

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the chips on the gambling table and said, "I think there's no need to raise any more!"

Yan Zhexian's lips pursed slightly, his eyes became suspicious, and he said: "Do you think that this colorful coral tree failed to be sacrificed? Or was it improperly preserved and has become worthless in name only?"

"As I said just now, the space here is unstable and time is chaotic. Even if it is just a dead tree, it should not be in this state." Zhang Ruochen said.

A great sage from the zombie clan who was watching laughed and said: "Don't you know, since the colorful coral tree has been sacrificed, it has been turned into a weapon. All weapons require energy to be activated in order to show their power."

This Great Sage of the Corpse Clan is the pale son of the Eternal Life Palace.

He was wearing a green Taoist robe, a Taoist crown on his head, holding a whisk in his hand, with a moon mark on his forehead, and his body exuded the stench of rotting corpses.

Yan Zhexian asked: "How sure are you?"

"What I just said are just guesses, and I'm only 30 to 40 percent sure." Zhang Ruochen didn't dare to speak too fully. After all, this Miss Yan is not someone to be trifled with.

If she made a mistake in judgment and lost 150,000 divine stones, she would not be as easy to talk to as Cang Jie.

It's none of your business anyway, just tell the truth.

"Hey, I'm 30% to 40% sure, what's the difference between blind gambling?"

The onlookers like Wanwanzi all laughed.

Yan Zhexian became hesitant, and 150,000 sacred stones had already been invested. If he listened to this unknown space monk and stopped raising bets and stopped the loss in time, all the sacred stones would be in vain.

Even if she was born noble, she would not be able to obtain the 150,000 divine stones. She would have to go to her ancestors to ask for them.

If the ancestor knew that she lost 150,000 sacred stones on the gambling table, she would definitely be punished.

Not willing to give in, really not willing to give in.

"No, no, if it is something worthless, how could the Seven-Handed Old Man, known as the God of Gamblers, bet on 140,000 sacred stones?"

Yan Zhexian immediately wondered if this unknown space monk was the person arranged by the Seven Hands Old Man?

The old man with seven hands must win every time he bets, and he is obviously well versed in human calculations.

Zhang Ruochen saw Yan Zhexian's thoughts and was extremely speechless. He sighed to himself, with your little experience, you dare to gamble with a being who is at the level of a God of Gamblers. I feel really tired for your ancestors of the Yama clan.

After all, she is also the mother of the child. If she loses the bet and becomes depressed, it will be very bad for the child.

Zhang Ruochen didn't want to just watch her fall into the pit, so he decided to do his best to help her win this round or reduce losses.

Of course, there were top sages with extraordinary eyesight present, as well as the legendary God of Gamblers, so Zhang Ruochen was not absolutely sure.

The God of Gamblers would stare at Zhang Ruochen with a smile from time to time. The smile was quite strange, which put Zhang Ruochen under great pressure. He always felt that his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all the unknowns in the world.

Zhang Ruochen suspected that his transformation technique had been seen through by the God of Gamblers.

Zhang Ruochen abandoned all distracting thoughts in his mind, looked at Ye Xiao, and said, "If I knew the identity of the owner of the ancient god's tomb where the colorful coral tree was dug out, I might be able to make a more accurate judgment."

The old man with seven hands let out a ghostly laugh: "It makes sense. At least we can judge whether he has the ability to refine a treasure of the level of the colorful coral tree."

Everyone's eyes turned to Ye Xiao.

Ye Xiao said: "This..."

"I think we have the right to know." Yan Zhexian said.

Ye Xiao looked hesitant and said cautiously: "Everyone, please wait a moment. I have to ask the poster for instructions."

A clear and sweet voice penetrated the crystal wall, came from a certain direction in the Goddess Palace, and rang in the casino: "No, tell them."

Zhang Ruochen looked in the direction where the sound came from.

Through the crystal walls and the thick night, he saw in the distance, on a vermilion balcony in the palace complex, standing a woman as radiant as the bright moon.

With just a quick glance, the woman's figure disappeared.

Is she the owner of the Goddess Building?

Only three people in the entire gambling hall were able to determine the woman's location and stared at her.

In addition to Zhang Ruochen, the other two people were the old man Qishou and Wanwanzi.

Ye Xiao said: "The owner of that ancient god's tomb has existed for a very long time. Judging from the various artifacts dug out, he should be Lord Kurong."

Upon hearing this name, most of the monks present looked at a loss.

Zhang Ruochen absorbed the knowledge of the Heaven-Connecting Divine Tree, closed his eyes and searched, and found a trace of information about the Kurong Divine Ancestor. That was a strong man who was forty or fifty years old, belonged to the Stone Clan in the Hell Realm, and was known as the Lord of the Gods of the Stone Clan.

When Zhang Ruochen found the information, Ye Xiao also told some information about Lord Kurong.

"It turns out to be God Lord Kurong. I have heard some legends about him. He is indeed an incredible god."

"The Palace of the Dead actually excavated the tomb of Lord Kurong. How many good things must have been unearthed?"

"If this news spreads, the strong men of the Stone Clan will definitely go to the Hall of the Dead to cause trouble. No wonder Ye Xiao doesn't dare to speak out. It's the host who has the guts."

"I don't believe that the Palace of the Dead can really excavate the tomb of Lord Kurong. Even if it is dug, it is probably only a part of the area."

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Although millions of years have passed since the era of Lord Kurong, a big man like him, even if his body and spirit have perished, his name can still be passed down through the ages.

Leaving a name through the ages is what all the gods in the world dream of.

"With the cultivation of God Lord Kurong, it is not difficult to worship the colorful coral tree."

"It seems that the colorful coral tree has been refined into a time and space treasure, and its value is likely to be higher than the Supreme Sacred Artifact."

"Oh my god, with such a treasure, the Palace of the Dead is actually willing to hand it over to the Gambling Artifact City of the Goddess Building?"

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The old man with seven hands snorted: "Blinally optimistic! God Lord Kurong has already fallen in forty or fifty Yuanhui, and the immortal body of the god may have been corroded into bones. How can the colorful coral tree not be corroded?"

Someone retorted, saying: "God Lord Kurong must have carved divine patterns and supreme inscriptions on the colorful coral trees, which can withstand the corrosion of time."

"The God of Gamblers said this because he was afraid that others would increase their bets and raise the price too high." Wanwanzi said with a somewhat sinister smile.

Zhang Ruochen inadvertently glanced at Wanwanzi and thought to himself, this corpse path master is so advanced that he is definitely not a master without a sacred stone. He doesn't go out to gamble, but he keeps chatting beside him.

Could it be that she was hired by the Goddess Tower?

The six great sages who had only bet a thousand sacred stones all looked excited. However, when they saw that more than a hundred thousand sacred stones had been bet on the gambling table, they all shook their heads in frustration.

"I bet 200,000 sacred stones."

The black veiled monk, who had been silent, threw out seven black chip cards and added 70,000 divine stones at once.

The old man with seven hands chuckled: "I'll follow."

Immediately, he also threw out seven black chip cards and bet 210,000 divine stones.

A smile appeared on Wanwanzi's pale face, and he said, "Didn't the God of Gamblers just say that the colorful coral trees are very likely to have been corroded? Why do you raise your bets so readily?"

The old man with seven hands said: "Anyway, a lot of sacred stones have been deposited. I don't care, I will add 70,000 more sacred stones. What if... what if there is a 10 to 20% chance of winning the bet?"

Wanwanzi glanced at Yan Zhexian without leaving any trace, and said with a smile: "The words of the God of Gamblers can only be deceived by little girls."

Yan Zhexian obviously believed in the old man's vision even more. He picked up the seven black chip cards and prepared to follow the bet.

Zhang Ruochen held her arm down.

"Let go? You dare to touch my girl's hand, believe it or not, I chopped off your hand?" Yan Zhexian's eyes were cold, and a divine flame rune appeared on his arm.

Zhang Ruochen allowed the divine flames to burn his hand, and secretly transmitted a message, saying in a cold voice: "Listen to my advice, don't raise any more."

"Only based on your 30% to 40% confidence?" Yan Zhexian said directly without transmitting a message.

Seeing that the other party did not let go, she became even more angry, thinking of Zhang Ruochen on the Shoutian battlefield.

Zhang Ruochen's disgusting hand touched places it shouldn't have been touched, and she always wanted to chop it off.

A large part of the reason why she gambled on the colorful coral tree was to use it to deal with Zhang Ruochen and suppress the so-called descendant of time and space.

Although the monks in the entire hell world now misunderstood that she was pregnant with Zhang Ruochen's child, and even the great-grandfather wanted her to marry Zhang Ruochen, it was a pity that she would never agree until she died.

A sinister person like Zhang Ruochen who is romantic, cold-blooded and even kills his friends, no matter how talented he is, what?

She would just be disgusted.

How could he be forced to marry?

On the battlefield of Huntian, Zhang Ruochen tried his best to save Emperor Yu. In her opinion, it was not because of love and righteousness, but because he was greedy for Emperor Yu's beauty and could not change his lustful nature.

Of course Zhang Ruochen didn't know that Yan Zhexian had already had so many thoughts in his mind, and he said via voice transmission: "I'm not 30% or 40% sure. I'm now more than 70% sure."

Zhang Ruochen's hand was still on her arm. For some reason, the resistance in Yan Zhexian's heart was reduced a lot, and instead he felt an inexplicable feeling of closeness.

This strange emotion came from unknown sources, but it made Yan Zhexian temporarily calm down. He sent a voice message and asked, "Why are you suddenly more than 70% sure?"

"Because the owner of the tomb is Lord Kurong."

"What's the meaning?"

"God Lord Kurong is indeed a god with powerful cultivation, but he is not proficient in weapon refining, nor is he a monk of space and time. A natural treasure like the colorful coral tree cannot be sacrificed without strong cultivation! If it were Saint Sumeru instead Monk, I will support you with all my bets.”

Yan Zhexian said suspiciously: "How do you know so clearly about Lord Kurong's existence millions of years ago? Who are you? Why should I trust you?"

"If you don't believe me, you have to believe in the gods of the Temple of the Dead and the Goddess Twelve Squares, right? If the colorful coral tree is really sacrificed and turned into a weapon, will they send it to the gambling table?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Yan Zhexian naturally thought of that level, but he took a chance.

Perhaps, the gods of the Hall of the Dead and the Twelve Goddess are just not sure and dare not unseal it easily.

Without unblocking, at least hundreds of thousands of divine stones could still be sold.

If you lose the bet, you will suffer heavy losses.

The gods of the two major forces did not dare to gamble, but she, Yan Zhexian, wanted to gamble.

Seeing that she still refused to give up, Zhang Ruochen said: "That's all I have to say, and I won't persuade you any more. Anyway, I will definitely not be able to get your reward of 10,000 divine stones!"

The old man with seven hands seemed to have heard the spiritual transmission between Zhang Ruochen and Yan Zhexian, and said with a smile: "Little girl, you should listen to his advice and stop. He is not only a space monk, but also a space controller! He "My judgment is definitely more accurate than yours."

"Senior, why don't you stop?" Yan Zhexian asked back.

The old man with seven hands said: "I am getting older and have many sacred stones, but I am afraid of death, so I have to fight hard. If I get the 10% or 20% chance and get the colorful coral tree, I can extend my life."

Yan Zhexian was extremely conflicted. It was not her character to admit defeat without betting.

Besides, 150,000 divine stones have been smashed out.

Zhang Ruochen stared at the old man with seven hands, an incomprehensible look in his eyes. Obviously, this old guy has seen through his identity. With his shrewdness, it was impossible not to know that betting on colorful coral trees was very risky.

Why keep betting?

Is it really like he said, just betting on a 10% or 20% chance? This is not like what the God of Gamblers said!

Ye Xiao urged: "If you don't raise the bet again, it means automatically giving up the raise."

Yan Zhexian grabbed the seven black chip cards tightly, his eyes became firm, and he was about to throw them on the gaming table.

Her hand was grabbed again.

Yan Zhexian thought it was Zhang Ruochen again, his eyes widened, and he was about to get angry, when the voice of Yan Huangtu came to his ears, saying: "We won't follow you!"

"Fifth Uncle." Yan Zhexian said.

Yan Huangtu let go of her wrist and reprimanded: "Nonsense! You are too courageous to actually dare to play against the famous God of Gamblers. These 150,000 sacred stones should be used as a lesson."

In the eyes of the Emperor of Hell, Yan Zhexian's bet with the God of Gamblers is like a child's bet with a great sage. It is no different from giving away money, and he will definitely lose.

Being able to stop losses in time is the best outcome.

Also coming with the Emperor of Hell Tu were four powerful men from the Yama clan, all of whom were above the Qian Wen Realm. They were wearing talisman robes and had strong auras, so they were all obviously from a good background.

Yan Huangtu looked at Zhang Ruochen carefully, clasped his hands and said, "Thank you for stopping her. No matter whether we win or lose, I will make you my friend. She will still pay you the 10,000 sacred stones she promised. I wonder what you call me?" "

Zhang Ruochen knew that Yan Huangtu was interested in his strength and wanted to make friends with him or conquer him. In short, he had a bit of a royal bearing.

"I will slaughter the emperor of heaven and earth." Zhang Ruochen returned the salute with his fists clasped.

Yan Huangtu felt that the name sounded familiar, but he forgot where he had heard it.

This person has a high level of cultivation and is proficient in the art of space. It is normal to hear his name.

After returning home, slowly investigate his origins.

While Zhang Ruochen and Yan Huangtu were chatting with each other, there was an earth-shattering fight on the gambling table. In just a few back and forth, the chips thrown by the Seven-Handed Old Man and the Black Veiled Monk had increased to more than 500,000 sacred stones, which shocked the monks present. Everyone was stunned.

After all, some gods cannot produce so many sacred stones.

The news of the colorful coral tree betting spread throughout the Goddess Building in a short period of time, and more and more monks came to watch the fun.