Ye Chen followed Zhao Yun and went deeper into the ghost town.
Not long after, the two stepped into a ghost gate one after another.
As soon as you enter the ghost gate, the scene changes drastically. It is a large space, with mountains, water, and woods. It is dark, foggy, and misty.
There are many restrictions here, they are secretive, ancient and extremely mysterious.
Looking around, there are battle platforms sitting on the hilltops, and there are people gathering under each platform.
Most of them are little ghosts, big ghosts and ghost kings, and the underworld general level is rare.
Most of their cultivations are at the imperial realm and quasi-saint level. There are not many saint-level ones, but there are some, and their postures are extremely high.
"Hit him. If you win, I'll buy you a drink."
"Don't be afraid, stand up and keep doing it, I'm optimistic about you."
"You fucking fight! Big move, big move."
It was very lively here, with loud shouts and shouts, and the roar was extremely exciting, much noisier than outside.
"What kind of place is this?" Ye Chen looked at Zhao Yun in astonishment.
"The gambling arena." Zhao Yun said with a smile, "To put it more bluntly, it is a place for gambling. It is the fastest way to make money."
When Ye Chen heard this, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth with a strange expression.
This underworld is really diverse and colorful.
Is this the underworld? Except for being a little dark, there is no difference from the Yangjian. It feels like the Yangjian at night.
Seeing this gambling arena directly refreshed his outlook on life.
"Let's go and try our hand first." Zhao Yun said, dragging Ye Chen away, climbed to the top of a hill, and stopped at the foot of a platform.
This battle platform, like other battle platforms, was full of people, and all the big and small ghosts howled loudly, like beating chicken blood.
Ye Chen glanced at the audience and then looked at the stage.
On the battlefield, there were constant roars, and the battle was in full swing.
Looking at the two sides fighting, one is a big ghost with a bull's head in his life. His cultivation level is not high, he is only at the emperor level, and he has a vicious spirit.
As for the other side, he was a slender man, wearing black armor, holding a sword in his hand, and his attack was very fierce.
However, it looked a little strange, with a dull expression and empty eyes, showing no emotion at all.
"Puppet?" Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but touch his chin.
"To be more precise, they are zombies." Zhao Yun said with a smile.
"Have you seen that old man? He is the master of the stage, and those zombies belong to him." Zhao Yun pointed to the side of the fighting stage. There was a stone platform there, and sitting on it was an old man in black. He was a true saint, a high-ranking man. The god is the underworld general.
"What kind of gambling method." Ye Chen glanced at the old man and looked sideways at Zhao Yun, who was more concerned about this issue.
"It's very simple, just go up and fight. There are restrictions on the battle platform, and zombies will be equipped as opponents. The level of the zombies is one level higher than the challenger. For example, if you are in the imperial realm, then your opponent's zombie is a quasi-sage. If you are If you win, the Underworld Stone belongs to you; if you lose, the Underworld Stone belongs to the stage owner."
"That's what you mean!" Ye Chen smiled and consciously put on a mask to avoid being recognized.
"Hit, hit! Hit his head, that's the shield."
While the two were talking, the howling started again. Each one was holding a wine bottle and shouting loudly, wishing they could all rush to help.
"Interesting." Ye Chen smiled lightly and looked at the battle stage quietly.
The quasi-holy level zombies are very powerful. They can use secret magic and magical powers, dance with their swords, open and close, and beat the big ghosts miserably.
Look at the big ghost again. He was whining, but he couldn't lift his head from being fucked all the way. He was in a very embarrassed state. Every time he tried to attack, he was beaten back. His body had been broken several times.
Blood splashed all over the fighting platform. The big ghost was defeated without any suspense. He was thrown off the fighting platform by a spear from a zombie, and his face was distorted.
"But there are still challengers." The leader of the battle platform stretched.
"I'll come." After the stage master finished speaking, he heard a big ghost hissing.
As for that big ghost, he is really confident. He always feels that he looks very handsome, shaking his head and licking his hair.
However, before he had finished the set of actions, he was pulled aside by Ye Chen, and he had no time to look at your beauty.
Ye Chen came on stage, stood firm, and twisted his neck fiercely.
The host glanced at Ye Chen lazily and said, "How much do you want to bet?"
"That's all." Ye Chen waved his hand and took out the only dozen or so stones and hung them in mid-air.
"The minimum is five hundred." The leader of the battle platform said calmly.
"So many." Ye Chen coughed dryly and looked at the audience hopefully, his eyes falling on Zhao Yun, "Is there any dark stone?"
"That's really not the case." Zhao Yun coughed dryly and plucked at his pockets, but there wasn't even a piece, which was cleaner than his face.
"If you don't have money, why are you causing trouble?" There were curses from below.
Especially the big ghost just now screamed the loudest.
I didn't even finish my show of being cool, so I was pushed aside by you. You, you, are good enough to throw more than a dozen underworld stones at me.
Ye Chen felt embarrassed and chuckled, "Come back next time."
"If you don't have enough Mingshi, you can use merit to make up for it." Before Ye Chen stepped down from the stage, he heard the stage master speak, his words calm.
"Is this okay?" Ye Chen's eyes suddenly brightened.
"One meritorious deed is worth a thousand hellstones." The host yawned.
"Then let's just gamble on merit." Ye Chen said with a smile.
"Okay." The host said simply. The most important thing is that he is very confident in his zombies, and the emperor's torture is just like playing.
"You should have told me earlier!" Ye Chen became even more enthusiastic. If he had known there was such a good place, he would not have gone to the Nie Sea to kill the evil dragon. It was still dangerous.
"How big a bet." The host looked at Ye Chen with interest.
"I will bet as much as there is in this merit book." Ye Chen took out the merit book and hung it in mid-air.
"I'll go, more than 1,400 merits, this guy is crazy!"
Ye Chen's words caused an uproar below. There are many people who gamble on merit, but they have never seen such generous actions.
Not only them, but also the leader of the battle platform could not help but be stunned for a moment.
The merits are so precious. They are linked to the divine status and are easier to use than the underworld stone. There are more than a thousand merits, what a number.
Involuntarily, he sat upright slightly, narrowed his old eyes slightly, and scanned Ye Chen. If he dared to act like this, there must be something wrong with him.
However, after taking a closer look, he was extremely sure that Ye Chen was at the imperial level and had no hidden cultivation.
The only person who was relatively calm at the scene was Zhao Yun.
He knew Ye Chen's combat power best. Not to mention a quasi-saint-level zombie, even a saint-level zombie would be defeated in the same way.
He was sure that he only had more than a thousand merits thanks to Ye Chen. If there were more, Ye Chen would gamble them all without hesitation.
"In a word, bet or not." Ye Chen smiled at the host.
"Block." The stage leader said calmly, and immediately fluttered his sleeves, and there was a zombie on the stage, standing opposite Ye Chen.
It was a quasi-saint-level zombie, and it was infinitely close to the saint-level. It was a strong one specially chosen by the stage master.
"Refreshing." Ye Chen showed two rows of white teeth and had something in his hand, a big mallet.
"Beat." The station leader yelled and gave the zombie an order.
At the command, the zombie that was standing still a moment ago suddenly moved, and was struck with a palm, as heavy as a mountain.
Ye Chen sneered, stepped on the battle platform with one step, and swung the mace.
The palm collided with the stick, causing sparks of thunder and a roar.
Then, everyone present raised their heads, their eyes moved in unison, and the corners of their mouths twitched fiercely.
What are they looking at? Of course, looking at the zombie, it was shot into the sky by Ye Chen, and he didn't know how far it flew.
The one with the most exciting expression was the host, who looked confused.
That was a quasi-saint-level zombie, its level was infinitely close to the saint-level, and it was easy to knock over a peak-level emperor with one slap.
But now, this scene really made him rub his hands.
Such a tyrannical zombie was actually sent flying by an emperor-level stick. This was too damn fast!
For a moment, the way he looked at Ye Chen changed.
The people watching the battle in the audience all looked at Ye Chen. What kind of thing is this? It was so lawless!
Ye Chen licked his hair, his personality gradually getting better.
I killed more than a dozen of the evil dragons in the Niehai Sea without even taking a breath. A quasi-holy zombie just wanted to kill me. Are you kidding me
I'm not kidding you, even if you drive out a saint-level zombie, I will fuck you just like I am, that's all.
"Okay." After silence, Zhao Yun howled.
The scene instantly became noisy, with people grinning and tutting, "Yihuang Realm! This is so fierce, you must be cheating!"
"One move makes me fly, and I haven't even reacted yet."
"No wonder you have the confidence to gamble more than a thousand merits!"
"I win, give me the merit." Ye Chen stretched out his hand.
The host's old face turned completely black in an instant, like charcoal, with black lines running around, and it couldn't be wiped off completely.
He thought too highly of his own zombies, and looked down on Ye Chen too much, so that he was confused and confused.
This is a good time, but the loser will be miserable. Even the underworld general will not be able to bear the loss of more than a thousand merits.
"Senior, merit." Ye Chen rubbed his hands and smiled.
"I will give it to you." The host puffed his beard and stared, took out his merit book, raised his hand, and scratched it painfully.
The number in his merit book was less than a thousand, and correspondingly, Ye Chen's merit book was more than a thousand, which was doubled.
Ye Chen was smiling and happy. This was much better than killing the dragon. It came quickly and easily.
If he keeps doing this, he can do it all the way to the Underworld without stopping. If he has merit, he will need the Underworld Stone to buy Zhaolong Powder.
Below, there was a lot of tutting and swallowing of saliva.
With more than a thousand merits, how many evil dragons must be killed, how many years of standing on guard, and how many ghosts must be escorted by bull heads and horse faces.
But things are so small, and more than a thousand merits can be obtained just like that, simply and neatly, with just one stroke of a stick.
"Come on, go all-in and continue." Ye Chen laughed, confiscated the merit book, and still left it hanging, full of energy.
"You are too strong. I want to replace you with a saint-level zombie." The host said with a dark face, "You can choose not to challenge."
"Pick, why not pick." Ye Chen grinned.
"That's what you said." The host acted very smoothly and released the saint-level zombies, fearing that Ye Chen would regret it again.
Ye Chen defrauded him of more than a thousand merits, but he must win them back.
Soon, a zombie appeared opposite Ye Chen.
Wearing black gold armor, this zombie is like a benchmark, motionless, with a heavy body and a strong aura.
There are ancient divine patterns between its eyebrows, and there are looming thunder and lightning on its body. Just looking at it makes it scary.
In comparison, the quasi-holy zombie was much weaker.