Yan Zhexian was quite interested and asked, "How do you see that it has been sacrificed?"

Zhang Ruochen talked bluntly and said, "It has been recorded in the classics that space-time corals were born in Xingwu, longer than Taigu Mine, with early whiteness like jade, and the epoch would rob into trees, divided into black and white, and light for five hundred miles. March day, March night is a day. "

It means that the space-time corals were born in Haishi Xingwu and grew above the Taigu God Mine. In the beginning, the whole body was as white as jade. After passing the Yuanhui calamity, it became black and two-colored, and within five hundred miles of 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 in the black-and-white space-time coral tree, the time flow rate is extremely slow within the range of the light. It stays under the tree for half a year before the day passes. Moreover, this time flow rate is very stable. . "

"The space-time coral tree with more than three colors is rare in the classics."

"The colorful space-time coral tree is unheard of. If it is a living birth, it will definitely alarm many gods, which is far more valuable than the Supreme Holy Artifact, and it can even be compared with the Artifact."

"And this colorful coral tree has a very unstable space force and a very disordered time force. Obviously, it is both a dead tree and a sacrifice."

The monk shrouded in black veil, his voice was chaotic and hoarse, and said, "How do you know it is a dead tree, in case it is not dead?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled, and said, "The space-time corals can only survive in the Archaic Divine Mine. Without Divine Mine, they will no longer be nourished and will soon die."

Ye Xiao, who was hosting the auction, pointed to the gaming table and said, "Did you not see that there is a sacred of mud under the colorful coral tree. When it was dug out from the ancient tomb, the sacred mud was already there and the divinity was not lost. . "

The gambler's seven-handed old man showed a yellow tooth, and his smile was a little stunned, saying: "Even a dead tree, the value is not low."

Yan Zexian nodded, agreeing with the views of the seven-handed old man.

Even if it is only the dead tree of the colorful coral tree, it should be worth more than 100,000 **** stones. In case of good luck, the colorful coral tree is not completely dead, even if there is a trace of vitality, with the background of the Yan Luo tribe, there is a certain chance to feed it back.

Gambling to that state, what's the tens of thousands of **** stones?

Zhang Ruochen said: "If the sacrifice has been sacrifice, if the sacrifice is successful and it is well-preserved, the value is indeed very high, and it can be chased directly to the Supreme Holy Ghost. Selling hundreds of thousands of **** stones is not a problem.

At the beginning, Zhang Ruochen ’s seven-yuan monarch sacred artifact “Mingyang Divine Wheel”, because of the opportunity to develop a supreme sacred artifact, sold 300,000 divine stones in the Xinghai World.

The real supreme sacred vessels are priceless and no one will sell them.

Seeing that this space monk seemed to have some eyesight, Yan Zhexian asked, "What do you think this colorful coral tree is worth?"

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the chips on the table and said, "I don't think it's necessary to raise any more!"

Yan Zhexian's lips froze slightly, his eyes became skeptical, and he said, "Do you think that this colorful coral tree has failed to be sacrificed? Or is it improperly preserved, it is worthy of nothing?"

"I have said just now that the space here is unstable and time is disordered. Even if it is just a dead tree, it should not be this way." Zhang Ruochen said.

A large corpse sacred spectator on the sidelines laughed and said, "Do you not know that, since the colorful coral tree has been sacrificed, it has turned into a vessel. All vessels need energy to motivate to display their power."

This corpse grand saint is the pale son of the Longevity Hall.

He was wearing a Tsing Yi robe, wearing a crown, holding a whisk, holding a moon mark on his forehead, and smelled of stench.

Yan Zexian asked, "How sure are you?"

"Those I said just now are speculations, and maybe 30% to 40%." Zhang Ruochen did not dare to say too much, after all, this girl Yan was not the one who provoked.

In case of misjudgment, which caused her to lose 150,000 **** stones, she would not speak as well as Cangyu.

Anyway, it's not about yourself, just tell the truth.

"Well, 30% to 40% grasp, what is the difference between blind gambling?"

The onlookers of the pale son all laughed.

Yan Zhexian became hesitant, and 150,000 **** stones have been cast down. If he believes that this space monk whose identity is unknown, stop raising and stop losses in time, which means that all **** stones are thrown away.

150,000 **** stones, even if she was born noble, it is impossible to get it, you must go to the old ancestors to ask for it.

If the old ancestors knew that she lost 150,000 **** stones to the gaming table, there would be no punishment.

Not reconciled, it is not reconciled.

"No, no, if it is worthless, how can a seven-handed old man known as the **** of gambling bet a bet of 140,000 **** stones?"

Yan Zhexian suddenly wondered whether this space monk whose identity was unknown was the one arranged by the seven-handed old man?

The seven-handed old man will win every gamble, and is obviously proficient in mental arithmetic.

Zhang Ruochen saw Yan Zhexian's thoughts, and his heart was extremely speechless. He sighed, and on your experience, he dared to gamble with the existence of God of Gambling, really tired of your old ancestors of the Yanluo tribe.

Anyway, it is also the mother of the child. In case of losing the gamble, the mentality collapses, but it is very bad for the child.

Zhang Ruochen didn't want to keep his eyes open, watching her fall into the pit, and decided to do her best to help her win this round or reduce losses.

Of course, there were top-level saints with extraordinary eyesight, as well as the legendary **** of gambling, and Zhang Ruochen had no absolute assurance.

The **** of gamblers sometimes stared at Zhang Ruochen with a smile. The smile was quite strange, making Zhang Ruochen under great pressure. He always felt that his eyes could penetrate all the unknowns in the world.

Zhang Ruochen suspected that his own technique of change had been seen through by the **** of gamblers.

Zhang Ruochen abandons all the thoughts in his heart and glances at Ye, saying: "If I know, the identity of the ancient **** tomb who dug out the colorful coral tree may be more accurate."

The seven-handed old man made a ghostly laughter: "It makes sense, at least we can judge whether he is capable of sacrificing treasures of this level of colorful coral trees."

The eyes of all looked at Ye Xiaoxiao.

Ye Xiaodao: "This ..."

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

Ye Xiao's face hesitated, and he said cautiously, "Please wait a moment, everyone, I have to ask the landlord."

A clear and pleasing sound penetrated the crystal wall, came from some aspect of the Goddess Palace, and sounded in the gambling hall: "No need, tell them."

Zhang Ruochen's gaze looked in the direction of the sound.

Through the crystal walls and the thick night, he saw a woman standing in the distance, on a vermilion building in the palace group.

Just a glance at Jinghong, the figure of that woman disappeared.

She is the landlord of the Goddess Building?

There were only three people in the entire gambling hall, judging the position of the woman, and staring at the past.

In addition to Zhang Ruochen, the other two are seven-handed old man and pale child.

Ye Xiaodao: "The owner of the ancient tomb of the **** has existed for a long time. Judging from the various artifacts dug out, he should be the Lord of Glory."

Hearing this name, most of the monks present were bewildered.

Zhang Ruochen absorbed the knowledge of Tianshenmu, closed his eyes and searched, and found a trace of information about the ancestor of Kurong. It was a strong man before the Forty-Five Yuan Conference, belonging to the stone clan of the **** world, known as the Lord of the gods of the stone clan.

When Zhang Ruochen found the information, Ye Xiao also narrated some of the messages of the God of Glory.

"It turned out to be the Lord of Glory. I have heard some of his legends, and it is indeed an amazing deity."

"How many good things had to be dug out of the tomb of the God of Death with the Dead Temple?"

"The news came out that the strong people of the Shi clan will definitely go to the trouble of the Temple of the Undead. No wonder Ye Xiao dare not speak up, or the landlord is brave."

"I don't believe it. The Undead Hall can really excavate the tomb of the Lord of Glory. Even if it is excavated, it is estimated that only some areas were excavated."

...

Although the age of the God of Glory has passed millions of years, even if a big man like him has died physically and mentally, his name can still be passed down through the ages.

Eternal name is the dream of all the gods in the world.

"It is not difficult to sacrifice colorful coral trees based on the cultivation of the Lord of Glory."

"It seems that the colorful coral tree has been sacrificed into a treasure of time and space, and its value is likely to be above the Supreme Holy Grail."

"Oh my God, it's so precious, that the Temple of the Dead is willing to hand it over to the Gambler's City of Goddess Building?"

...

The seven-handed old man hummed quietly: "Blind optimism! The Lord of Glory has fallen forty or fifty yuan, and the immortal body of the **** may have been corroded into bones. Will the colorful coral trees not be corroded?"

Some people retorted, saying: "The Lord God of Glory must have burned the **** pattern and the supreme inscription on the colorful coral tree, which can resist the corrosion of time."

"The **** of gamblers said that, but he was afraid that others would raise and raise the price too high." The pale man was a little yin and yang, smiling.

Zhang Ruochen inadvertently stared at the pale child, thinking secretly in his heart that this corpse was cultivated in depth, and he was not the master without the **** stone.

Could it be a secret request from the goddess building?

The six saints who only bet one thousand **** stones all showed their intentions, but when they saw more than one hundred thousand **** stones bet on the gaming table, they all shook their heads.

"I bet 200,000 **** stones."

The black gauze monk, who has been indifferent, threw seven black chip cards and raised 70,000 **** stones at one time.

The seven-handed old man grinned, "I follow."

Immediately afterwards, he also threw seven black chip cards and bet on 210,000 **** stones.

Pale child's pale and slightly soaked face appeared with a smile, and said, "Isn't the **** of gamble just now saying that the colorful coral tree is very likely to have been corroded? Why did you raise it yourself so easily?"

Seven-handed old man said: "Anyway, I have taken out the **** stones, and the old man doesn't care. I add 70,000 **** stones. What if ... if there is a chance of winning by 20%?"

Pale child's gaze gave Yan Zhexian a glance without a trace, and laughed: "The word of God, can only deceive the little girl."

Yan Zexian apparently believed more in the eyes of the seven-handed old man, twisted seven black chip cards, and was ready to call.

Zhang Ruochen held her arm.

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

Zhang Ruochen let the flames burn his hands, secretly whispered, and said coldly, "Listen to me and don't raise again."

"Just relying on your 30% to 40% confidence?" Yan Zhexian didn't say a word and said directly.

Seeing that the other party did not let go, she was even more angry and thought of Zhang Ruochen on the Qitian battlefield.

Zhang Ruochen's disgusting hand touched the wrong place, but she always wanted to chop it off.

A big part of her gambling on the colorful coral tree was that she wanted to use it against Zhang Ruochen and suppress the so-called time and space passer-by.

Although the monks in the whole **** world now misunderstand that she is pregnant with Zhang Ruochen's child, even the grandfather wants her to marry Zhang Ruochen. Unfortunately, she will not agree with her death.

What's so talented, like a romantic, cold-blooded and ruthless man like Zhang Ruochen, who even kills his friends?

She can only hate it.

How could it be wronged to get married?

In the Tiantian battlefield, Zhang Ruochen did everything to save the Emperor Yu. In her opinion, it was not a matter of empathy, but she was greedy for the beauty of Emperor Yu, and could not change her lustful nature.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen didn't know. Yan Zexian had so many thoughts in his mind, and said, "It's not 30% to 40%, I now have more than 70%."

Zhang Ruochen's hand was still pressed on her arm, somehow the resistance in Yan Zhexian's heart was reduced a lot, but she gave an inexplicable feeling of closeness.

This weird emotion, I do not know where it came from, but let Yan Zhexian calm down temporarily, Chuan Yin asked: "Why suddenly have more than 70% confidence?"

"Because, the owner of the tomb is the Lord of Glory."

"What do you mean?"

"The Lord of Glory is indeed a powerful deity, but he is not proficient in refiners, nor is he a monk in space and time. Natural treasures such as colorful coral trees are not cultivated as powerful, they are sacrificed! If you change to Xumi Sheng Monk, I will support you and make every bet. "

Yan Zhexian doubted: "How did God know God exist millions of years ago? Who are you? Who am I to trust you?"

"You don't believe me, you have to believe in the spirits of the Temple of the Dead and the Twelve Goddesses of the Goddess? If the colorful coral tree is really sacrificed into a vessel, they will send it to the gaming table?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Yan Zhexian naturally thought of that layer, but she was lucky.

Perhaps the gods of the Dead Temple and the Goddess of the Twelfth Place were just unsure and did not dare to unseal them easily.

Without unblocking, at least hundreds of thousands of **** stones can be sold.

In case of losing the bet, the loss is heavy.

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

Zhang Ruochen saw that she still did not give up, and said, "I've done everything I can, I won't advise you any more. Anyway, your 10,000 **** stones are paid, I definitely can't get it!"

The seven-handed old man seemed to have heard the voice of the spiritual power of Zhang Ruochen and Yan Zhexian, and laughed: "Little girl, listen to his advice and let go, he is not only a space monk, but also a space master! He Your judgment is definitely more accurate than yours. "

"Why didn't you stop the seniors?" Yan Zhexian asked.

Seven-handed old man said: "As you get older, you have more **** stones, but you are afraid of dying, so you have to fight for it. If you get to the chance of getting 20%, you will get a colorful coral tree and you will be able to continue your life."

Yan Zhexian's heart is extremely entangled, and it is not her character to admit defeat without gambling.

Moreover, 150,000 **** stones have been smashed out.

Zhang Ruochen stared at the seven-handed old man with an incomprehensible expression in his eyes. Obviously, this old guy has seen through his identity. With his shrewdness, it is impossible to be unclear, and the risk of betting on colorful coral trees is high.

Why keep betting?

Really like he said, just a chance to gamble 10%? This is not like what God of Gamblers said!

Ye Xiao urged: "If you don't raise again, you automatically give up."

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

Her hand was grabbed again.

Yan Zhexian thought it was Zhang Ruochen again, showing his eyes wide and about to get angry, but Yan Huangtu's voice came from his ear and said, "We're not following!"

"Uncle Wu." Yan Zhexian said.

Yan Huangtu let go of her wrist and reprimanded, "Nevertheless! Your courage is too great. You dare to play against the famous **** of gambling. These 150,000 **** stones are a lesson to buy."

In Yan Huangtu's view, Yan Zexian and the **** of gambling gambled like children and big saints. They are no different from sending money, and they must lose.

Being able to stop loss in time is the best ending.

Together with Yan Huangtu, there are four strong Yan Luo people, all of whom are above the Qianwen realm. They are wearing amulets and have strong auras. Obviously, they are all promising.

Yan Huangtu took a closer look at Zhang Ruochen, clenched her fists in both hands, and said, "Thank you very much for stopping her. I will make you a friend regardless of winning or losing. The 10,000 **** stones she promised will still be paid to you ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ I do n’t know your name, how do you call it? "

Zhang Ruochen knew that Yan Huangtu had valued his strength, wanted to make friends, or to subdue him. In short, he had a certain imperial grace.

"Kill the Emperor of Heaven and Earth in the next slaughter." Zhang Ruochen returned his fist with his fists.

Yan Huangtu thought the name was familiar, but he forgot where he had heard it.

This man is highly advanced and proficient in the way of space. It is normal to hear his name.

After going back, check his origin slowly.

When Zhang Ruochen and Yan Huangtu embarrassed each other, on the gaming table, they were shocking, just a few round trips. The chips thrown by the seven-handed old man and the black gauze monk have increased to more than half a million **** stones. All are dumbfounded.

After all, some gods can't take out so many **** stones.

The news of betting on colorful coral trees has spread throughout the Goddess Building in a short period of time.