"Haha, of course I took it. Don’t worry, I won’t leave. I have to wait here for more than three days to prove that I have won. Lei Jue, you Thunder Sword Sect. Just here, I'll see how you can take out the money at that time."
It turned out that when the drum sounded just now, time stopped, and Lu Cheng instantly came out and fished out all the Yuan Yujing and hid in.
How much money is not true, it is true only if you get it first.
He was afraid that Thunder Sword Sect would regret not admitting it, so he got it first before talking.
what? What? Is this kid still free to come out to take away all the Yuan Yujing
Lei Jue felt a chill in his heart. Is this *** still something the cultivators of the eighth layer of the soul can do
The nine great transformation gods of Thunder Sword Sect had completely lost the arrogance they were just now.
This account cannot be lost. There are tens of thousands of people in the field today. There are people from the 20 immortal gates overseas. The No. 1 signboard of Dafa Hall is a guarantee. As long as you rely, don’t talk about Lu Cheng. Dafatang was the first to not agree.
If Lu Cheng can't be dealt with in these three days, Thunder Sword Sect will go bankrupt and sell his sons and daughters.
"Quickly, go back and invite the ancestors." Lei Jue was the first to exclaim.
These nine people quickly colluded with their divine minds, whoosh, and the seven people disappeared directly with the fainted Lei hegemony. Only the three-fold real person of the god of transformation and Lei Jue were left in the field.
In three days, they only had three days to finish Lu Cheng.
Lei definitely looked like a cock that had failed in a fight, looking down at the iron-blooded drum in the sky.
"Haha, I got rich, I got rich." Suddenly someone in the crowd screamed.
Everyone turned their heads, I don’t know if it’s the casual or minor cultivator, the little ant of the Seventh Layer of Yuanshen, blushing in exclamation: "I have put down a piece of Yuanyu Jing, one to one hundred million, one to one hundred million. Hahaha, got rich, got rich."
When the monk with Changfenghui nearby heard that, his face suddenly collapsed.
Their odds of Changfenghui are second only to Thunder Sword Sect, one to one hundred million.
Fortunately, Lu Cheng didn't gamble with Changfeng, otherwise, it might be that Changfeng would go bankrupt.
The master of Changfenghui was upset: "Shut up, how do you know you won after three days have passed."
Lei Jue's eyes lit up: "Elder Qu, your club seems to have been heavily bet on too. If Lu Cheng is not dead, you and I will lose a lot of money?"
He wants to extend the wind to join the group.
But Changfenghui didn’t want to pay attention to him. The man named Qu thought for a while, he hehe smiled: "I just saw it. Only four people placed a big bet of one to one hundred million. If they add up to ten yuan jade essence, they can pay ten yuan at most. 100 million, we can still compensate for the long-term meeting."
Lei Jue was furious, why damn Lu Cheng wouldn't bet against Changfeng.
"Really--" someone in the crowd jumped up and shouted like being stepped on their tails: "Who, who, that bastard made a big bet of 100,000?"
Everyone followed the cries, and it turned out to be Mo Wanchang from Sky Island.
This Mo Wanchang was not a house made by his own sect, but a house made by himself. His odds were that if Lu Cheng lived more than three days, he would lose 10 million.
As a result, someone called Fa Cai just now, and Mo Wanchang had a sharp heart in his heart to check if anyone had played his own house.
It's okay not to look at it. I was shocked when I saw it. I don't know that the bastard really paid one to ten million odds, and even a full one hundred thousand.
If you lose this time, you will lose one trillion.
A trillion is nothing to the sect, but if he wants to use it personally, it may not be able to get together like Thunder Sword Sect to sell children and girls.
Mo Wanchang was furious, frightened and angry. At this moment, the people around the banker began to check that they had not been heavily bets.
Soon the whole hall was in a mess.
"Asshole, who paid a thousand yuan, ****, pay 10,000 times?"
"I copied, I was also paid a hundred yuan. Fortunately, fortunately, it was only a thousand times loss."
There has never been a shortage of speculative people in casinos. The Thunder Sword Sect’s ratio of one billion is too exaggerated, but there are still many people who place heavy bets from other factions.
These heavy bets are mostly with a play mentality, but now there is the possibility of overnight wealth.
And another group of people also hated them and shouted: "Asshole, kill Lu Cheng, I'm bankrupt and he won't live for a day. Wouldn't it be my death?"
"Think of a way, think of a way, I sold all the lower-grade artifacts, and I hope to make a profit this time--"
Born as the principal of the hall, Huilin Luohan has a weird expression on his face, looking from left to right, secretly shaking his head. Fortunately, my odds of Dafatang are always around one to ten each time, and the difference between winning and losing is almost the same. These people If you are too greedy, you will lose your fortune.
At this time, in the drum of iron and blood against the sky, Lu Cheng and Lu Zhan were amidst the piles of high-grade Yuanyu essence, sleeping and rolling, happily.
"Haha, got rich, got rich, I haven't seen such a variety of jade essences since ancient times, 100 million trillions? Hahaha, Lu Cheng, if you want to, you can reach Dongshengjiao in an instant. Back to the Haotian Gate, in the sky and on the ground, no master can stop you."
The latest nautical chart they bought on the endless island, from here to the Dongsheng Church headquarters, it took about 30 trillion high-grade yuan jade essence to burn in an instant.
Let Lu Cheng, who thought he was a rich man, made up his mind to make a fortune here.
But now it’s better, 100 million trillions, enough for him to run back and forth countless times, even a master of True Monarch can’t lock his aura, it can be said that now as long as Lu Cheng wants to run, unless he also has a master of ancient artifacts , Otherwise no one can catch him.
"There are still 49 billion trillions owed to me, haha, we must let Thunder Sword Sect spit it out."
Lu Zhan's eyes twitched: "Well, I don't think you can get so much if you dismantle Thunder Sword Sect?"
It's not that he has never seen money in the ancient times, but no matter how rich he is, it is impossible to spend 50 billion trillions at once.
Just look at the walls of this hall that have not collapsed. The last number of bets in the endless sea is more than 3 billion in half an hour, and the total number of yuan jade essences is only more than 10 billion trillion. This is how many of them are under martial art. The note
The wealth accumulated by countless sects is only more than 10 billion trillions. It is simply impossible to expect Thunder Sword Sect to produce so much
"Huh, he doesn't have such a big head, don't wear such a big hat, one to a billion?" Lu Cheng sneered, who told them to be arrogant, and they even placed an odds of one to a billion.
Lu Zhan rolled his eyes, he didn't expect that there would be someone like you in the world.
One bet is 50 trillion, and there is no such big deal from ancient times to the present.
The two people here are looking at the Yuanyu all over the floor with joy and joy. I don't know how many people outside are panicking because of bankruptcy.
Especially in the headquarters of Thunder Sword Sect, in a mysterious space.
"What?" A sudden sound like a giant thunder was earth-shaking, and the shocking Thunder Hegemony and the others were dizzy.
"You bastard, the sword of thunder is beaten like this? You still owe tens of billions of yuan jade essence? How are you the Sect Master, why don't you die?"
The Lei Hegemony and the elders who had just woke up did not dare to breathe. They were scolded by this tall and towering shadow like a giant.
This person is not a master of true monarch, but even more terrifying than master of true monarch.
Their Thunder Sword Sect was founded by an immortal master named'Lei' in ancient times. Lei is the first natural thunder in this era. He has practiced Dao and does not belong to the human race.
Lei was in the ancient world, and thunder shook the world. In the end, I don't know if he died in battle or went to the fairy god realm, leaving behind a divine mind and becoming the uninherited inheritance of Thunder Sword Sect.
This figure was transformed by the divine mind of this immortal god handed down from ancient times, in the Thunder Sword Sect, known as the ancestor of Thunder.
He is the will of the ancient fairy god master'Lei', the spirit of Lei, although not a master of true prince, but all the masters of true prince of Thunder Sword Sect have received his guidance.
"Ancestor, what do you do now? Three days are just around the corner. We can't do anything with that snare drum?" Lei Hegemony had to think about it, so he had to bite the bullet and asked the Thunder ancestor.
"Hmph, what artifact can smash the sword of thunder? And after you hit it? It's impossible. I think you made up-----what? What did you say? It's a drum?"
"It's a drum. Although it has become extremely small, even smaller than the dust, we can all see it clearly. It is a blood-red drum."
"Blood-red drum?" The ancestor Thunder seemed to think of something: "Not good, isn't it? Is it?---Iron and blood against the sky?"
"Iron Blood Against the Sky Drum?" The disciples of the Thunder Sword Sect have never heard of this magic weapon? A face of doubt.
"Let me take a look." The huge shadow of the ancestor Thunder stretched out a finger and brushed it, drawing a mirror-like ripple in the air.
This magical power is exactly the same as what the ten people of Lei Hegemony just joined together to display, but just now the ten great gods of transformation, the mirror drawn is not as clear as the one drawn by Lei Ting ancestor alone.
In the bright mirror, he swish immediately, as if from a distance, he quickly pulled the scenes in the Dafa Hall of the Endless Island into the bright mirror in front of him step by step.
The iron-blooded drum that stood quietly in the air fell into his eyes clearly.
"Sure enough, it is the Iron-Blood Guarding the Sky Drum?" The ancestor Lei Ting directly exclaimed: "How is it possible? How could this ancient artifact fall into the hands of a primordial eight-fold kid?"
Ancient artifact? Lei hegemony and the others suddenly realized, no wonder they couldn't even see what it was? Turns out to be an ancient artifact
This is not to blame for them. There are only five immortal factions in the world that have ancient artifacts. Except for them, the whole faction of Thunder Sword Sect, who has seen ancient artifacts? I don't know what the ancient artifacts look like and what characteristics they have.
Only an old antique like Lei Ting Ancestor can recognize the iron-blooded drum against the sky at a glance.
"This is a famous ancient artifact from ancient times. It used to be in the hands of my old friend "Blood". It was invincible in all directions and invincible. When he was in the ancient stars, he didn't listen to the demon mirror, the heavenly wishful stick, and the five-element flag. Yes, I didn’t expect that after countless years, I will see him again when he reappears in the world----"
The ancestor Lei Ting seemed to be trapped in the memory of the past. He stood there quietly without speaking, his eyes fixed on the iron-blooded anti-sky drum in the mirror, and Lei Hegemony and others were stunned and didn't know what to say. .
What's the matter with him, the original owner of this magic weapon is still good friends with the ancestor? Isn't our Yuan Yujing settled? Everyone was extremely depressed.