The spectators below all opened their eyes and became energetic.
More than two thousand merits, what a sum, an absolute gamble,
Everyone wanted to see if Ye Chen, who had hit a quasi-saint zombie with a stick, could beat the saint zombie.
Many people have taken out memory crystals and want to make rubbings of the next scenes so that they can show them off if they have nothing to do.
The host sat up straight, with a straight plank, his old eyes were bright, and there was a faint hint of cunning.
This saint-level zombie is the trump card at the bottom of the box.
It is not an ordinary zombie. It has a domineering body and powerful secret skills. It has the fighting power of the Holy King of Hard Steel and is absolutely ferocious.
There is no reason why such a zombie would lose in a fight against an emperor.
In other words, he can win back the merit he lost. Not only will he win back, but he will also earn more than a thousand dollars.
Not far away, Zhao Yun had found a comfortable place, folded his hands, leaned against a pillar, and watched with interest.
He glanced at Ye Chen and then looked at the host with pity.
After this battle, the host might vomit blood.
A perfect saint may not be Ye Chen's opponent, let alone a zombie. There is no suspense in this battle.
"Saint level, he should be very resistant to fighting." On the battlefield, Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief on the mace and polished it sharply.
Human beings are ancient holy bodies. They have no pressure at all. They condense their souls first and then melt their holy bones. They are born with the capital to leapfrog and fight.
"Hit." The stage master suddenly stood up and gave the order.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the saint zombie moving, holding the secret method in his hand, evolving his magical power on his own, and turning around between his palms.
With one palm of his hand, he pushed out a sea of blood, with a blood dragon roaring inside, setting off huge waves that were about to drown Ye Chen.
It was a terrifying secret technique. The sea of blood was strange and had sealing and devouring power. If someone in the imperial realm was hit by it, it would turn to ashes on the spot.
But the problem is that Ye Chen is not an ordinary emperor level.
The zombies are domineering, and he is also very fierce. The mace turns into a magic sword, slashing out the immortal river with one sword and splitting the zombie blood sea.
The zombie attack is coming again, and a gloomy dark light shoots out from the center of the eyebrows, specifically targeting the soul. It is extremely cold and incomparable.
Ye Chen sneered, and the nine gods instantly merged into one, lingering with thunder, piercing through the void space, and their power was devastating.
The dark light collided with the divine light, and there was a sonorous sound, and bright sparks were wiped out, making the two of them look like stars.
Zombie Ming Guang was defeated and was crushed to pieces by the Divine Light of Divine Shang.
However, the zombie has no spirit, and the divine light of the God of Shang cannot harm him. It only leaves a trace of blood between his eyebrows.
The zombie's blood was green, and a stream of blood overflowed from the center of his eyebrows, but it flowed back in an instant, and the wound healed.
This overbearing resilience shocked the onlookers. Saint-level zombies were already terrifying, but with their resilience, they became even more frightening.
What shocked them even more was Ye Chen's combat power. He could defeat attacks one after another and gain the upper hand. How strong he must be.
The host was no longer calm and underestimated Ye Chen again.
This Emperor Realm level is overtly and covertly weird.
For some reason, he suddenly had a bad feeling that the Saint Zombie would lose and he would lose merit.
Thinking of this, he gave the zombie a death order, "No matter what the cost, kill him for me."
The aura of the zombie instantly became stronger, and the body was squirming and taller. The armor was broken and covered with ghost patterns.
His nails became extraordinarily long, flickering with a strange light, and many secret techniques were condensed with one finger, and he poked directly at Ye Chen's eyebrows.
"You're far behind." Ye Chen smiled leisurely, his feet were too weak, he avoided the zombie's finger, and instantly went around behind him.
This guy didn't say a word, he just raised his mallet and started smashing it.
The zombie was hit and his head was hit with a blow. It almost cracked and blood spattered, but the scar healed very quickly.
Oops, Ye Chen got interested. He knew how scary this stick was, but he didn't even smash the zombie's head.
The dark wind blows, and the zombie has a fighting weapon in his hand.
They were actually saint soldiers, engraved with ghost patterns and glowing with an eerie light. You could hear the wails of fierce ghosts, and the war weapons buzzed on their own.
The aura of the zombies became stronger, and they waved their weapons and penetrated through.
Ye Chen was very pissed, and he used his holy body to fight hard. The zombie he hit with the stick staggered, stepped back, and crushed the fighting platform behind him.
The zombies have no thoughts and only know how to attack. After stabilizing their bodies, they pounce again, spitting semen from their mouths and turning into a sea of fire.
"I know a lot." Ye Chen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and with a thought, he summoned the vision of the Chaos Realm and the Golden Divine Sea.
The vision intertwined with the divine sea, and it was so majestic that it flooded the sea of fire.
"What kind of vision is this?" The person below was surprised.
"With such a huge vision, what kind of cultivation did he have?"
"Golden Qi and blood, he is the ancient holy body." The stage host showed a look of surprise, seeming to have recognized Ye Chen's domineering bloodline.
"Chaos Dao." Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows and showed a look of surprise, "This universe of theirs is really full of talents."
The sound of surprise rumbled, making the top of the mountain tremble.
When he looked again, he realized that Ye Chen had grabbed one of the zombie's legs and smashed it onto the fighting platform, causing the rubble to instantly fly away.
Throwing people, Ye Chen's consistent fighting method, is often used in the world of the world. When he comes to fight zombies in the underworld, he can also throw people smoothly.
Look at the zombie again, its body is broken and green blood is splattering.
He was still thinking about attacking, but before he could use a secret technique, he was thrown up by Ye Chen again and hit the fighting platform.
The mountaintop trembled again, the battle platform collapsed, and the scene was chaotic.
Banging sounds came one after another, and a lawless scene emerged. The saint zombie was hit to the ground again and again by Ye Chen, that beast, without stopping.
This scene is indeed scary. The eyes of all the ghosts and ghosts below are straightened. Every time Ye Chen falls, their hearts beat. They have never seen anything like this.
The host's mouth also twitched. He had heard of the reputation of the ancient holy body, but he was still shocked when he saw it with his own eyes.
Perhaps there was too much movement, and people on other hills in the gambling arena were also alerted, and gathered like a tide to climb up the hill.
The number of people is not small, and they are all standing in the four directions of Xutian. There are big ghosts, small ghosts and ghost kings, with different shapes.
When they saw this scene, they were so shocked that they turned to stone on the spot.
"Who is this person? Is he beating a saint zombie?"
"When did the underworld come up with such a capable emperor?"
"Could it be that he is the one who slayed the evil dragon in the Niehai Sea?"
"He's wearing a mask, so he can't see his true face clearly, but with such great fighting power, it's obvious that he's the one who killed the evil dragon in the sea of evil."
"Ancient Holy Body." The spectators who were attracted, as well as many stage owners, were extremely shocked when they saw this scene.
Who can be the host in a gambling arena, who is not a general of the underworld
As a general of the underworld, he knows more. There is an ancient holy body in the underworld, which is respectfully called the emperor and is on par with the underworld emperor.
But they were surprised that when the emperor came out of the underworld, there was actually a second ancient holy body, and it was more hanging than expected.
The rumbling sound disappeared without knowing when, and the war was over.
Ye Chen straightened his collar and arranged his hair there.
As for his opponent, the saint zombie, he was lying in the pit. There was no human form left. He had become a pile and was smashed to pieces.
Quiet, surprisingly quiet, everyone looked at Ye Chen as if they were looking at a monster. He was a monster, so overbearing.
"I won, merit." The silence was even interrupted by Ye Chen's words, and he looked at the host happily.
The host's old face twitched, he opened his mouth, and his face turned dark again.
Did I eat shit today? I was so unlucky to meet the Ancient Holy Body. I lost once and then lost a second time.
Moreover, each time I lost more and more miserably, it took me many years to earn more than 3,000 merits.
In his heart, he slapped himself hard.
It's all self-inflicted. You can't blame others.
The person didn't have enough money before, so he had to come back next time, but he was lucky enough to say that his merits could be worth the Ming Stone and dragged him back.
Okay! After these two battles, more than three thousand merits were lost.
"Here you go! No cheating." The people below booed.
I spend so much time losing money on weekdays, why are you holding back your anger? It’s really nice to see the Taiwanese leader losing merit now.
The hosts on other mountaintops all grinned and clicked their tongues.
I didn't know this, and I was shocked when I heard it. I didn't know that the stakes were so big, and the amount of merit was so scary.
Many people have secretly remembered Ye Chen. This guy is very fierce, so be careful, otherwise it will be them one day.
Betting on fighting, betting on fighting, the bet is who can win, who can beat such a great person, even saints and zombies can do it.
Under the gaze of everyone, the host took out his merit book.
There was a look of tangle and pain on his face. With one finger scratch, two thousand merits were gone, and he cried on the spot.
Ye Chen held the merit book and stared at it for a long time.
Looking at the number of nearly 5,000, I was really excited. If it was less than 5,000, I would have enough merit to be promoted to the rank of Underworld General.
At that time, as long as his cultivation level is improved, he can go to the judge to ask for the customs clearance document, and then he can see Chu Ling.
Thinking of this, he threw his credit book into the air and said domineeringly, "Put it all in, come on, keep coming."
"Get out." The host roared in an earth-shattering voice.
Come on, do you have any fucking sense of morality? There are so many battle platforms, so you caught me and threw him to death alone
I lost more than 3,000 merits in two battles, and I almost fell from the throne. I have worked hard for hundreds of years, and you are all in trouble.
I don't have any Saint King zombies. Otherwise, I will definitely bring them out and beat you to tears, and you will win all your merits.
Ye Chen coughed dryly, smiled, and collected his merit book.
It's indeed a bit cruel. If the bet continues, the leader's position will not be guaranteed. He should leave some space for others and not be too down-to-earth.
Ever since, he looked at the stage masters on other hills.
Seeing this, the hosts couldn't help but twitch their lips.
I recognize you, don't even think about making trouble with us.
It doesn't matter if you lose three to five thousand Mingshi, but you can't lose merit.
This channel host is a bloody example. We don't want to follow in his footsteps. You can just stay here while you're cool.
The corner of Ye Chen's mouth also twitched. A bunch of old guys were guarding him like thieves. This feeling was not good.
Zhao Yun wanted to laugh, waved his hand, greeted Ye Chen, and told him to leave quickly, otherwise he would probably get beaten.
Ye Chen also noticed that the dark wind was whistling behind him.