Boundless Sky - Chapter 384
Chapter 382 Gamble! (Don’t ask me Xiao Ming to add m
There are gods three feet above the head, three inches in the palm is the world!
Three inches of magical powers in the world, belong to the magical powers of gambling, betting on which party has the harder life!
Had it not been driven to a dead end, Cheng Hao didn’t want to use it, but now that three true **** level powerhouses have launched the ultimate secret attack at the same time, even if it is too late to open the right eye’s transcending magical power, it is no longer possible to not use this type of desperate magical power.
In this absolutely still space of the light curtain, three inches from the palm of Cheng Hao’s hand, a transparent ball of light suddenly appeared, unaffected by any influence, floating in the void, spinning quietly.
Hum!
Immediately afterwards, there were mysterious Dao patterns flickering in the light sphere, the light spread, and for a while, the entire space of the Supreme Light Curtain was covered by countless Dao patterns, which seemed to evolve this place into the origin of the Dao.
It was dreamy and illusion, true and false. When Cheng Hao and the three opposite true gods recovered from a static state, they found several people on the busy street.
On both sides of the street, the screams of vendors, the gossip of passersby, and the neighing of carriages were bustling. The scenes in front of us were no different from the mortal markets in the world.
Standing on the side of the street, Cheng Hao was silent for a moment, and then he understood his state at this time.
At this moment, he should be in the mortal world evolved by the three-inch human supernatural powers. There is no trace of supernatural power on his body, and he can’t feel the trace of the soul. Even if he pinches his arm at random, Cheng Hao can feel the pain. .
There is no doubt that in this world, he is an ordinary mortal, who will be injured and die. If his life fails, he is likely to be eternally exiled in this plausible world.
While Cheng Hao was silently sensing his own situation, at the other end of the street, the true **** of the Purple Moon Holy Land and the two gods of the God Eye race had already been forced to change their image and turned into the most ordinary mortal, completely defenseless. , Looking at the pedestrians coming and going in the street, dumbfounded.
“Let’s, is this a illusion?” The Third God of the God Eye Race asked hesitantly.
“It shouldn’t be an illusion. My purple moon scepter is the supreme treasure bestowed by the Holy Master. It can be immune to various illusions. That human kid has no ability to pull us into the illusion at the same time!” The cotton robe, the true **** of the Purple Moon tribe, standing on the street like a village girl, kept looking around, and spoke with certainty.
“Then you say, what exactly is this place? Where did our cultivation base go?” The Third God was a little impatient and lacking strength. At this time, there was a group of anger in his heart that desperately wanted to vent.
“Hey, I said you three villagers have been standing in front of my stall for a long time. Will you buy my watermelon? Get out if you don’t, don’t delay my business!”
When the three of them kept looking around, the middle-aged man selling watermelons at the stall beside them became a little impatient, and started to chase people away cursing!
“Humble ants, do you dare to insult me?” The irritability in the heart of the third God could no longer be suppressed, and he slammed directly at the watermelon stall owner.
Bang!
However, the ideal is very full and the present world is very skinny. The third God has not yet landed on the stall owner, but his body is flying upside down, rolling more than three meters on the ground before stopping.
“Bah! I have been selling watermelons on this town soul street for 20 years. What kind of ruffian gangsters have never seen before, just a thin monkey like you, believe it or not I will kill you all with one knife?”
The stall owner pinched his waist with one hand and a watermelon knife in the other. The flashing knife shook in front of the head of the third God. If you don’t roll again, I will reward you for the posture of two knives!
The third God swallowed. Although he has no cultivation base, the sense of crisis in his heart has not been weakened much. He has a feeling that if he is stabbed by this watermelon knife a few times, he may really die!
The fight between the few people on the street naturally caused the crowd on the street to watch. Cheng Hao was mixed in the crowd and saw this scene clearly. After seeing the third God confessed, he quietly walked away from the crowd. I walked out of the middle, thinking about the words of the watermelon stall owner.
“Zhenhun Street? Is this gambling fate related to ghosts?”
After wandering aimlessly on the street for a long time, Cheng Hao discovered an unusual place, that is, under the corner of the table in each stall, a piece of yellow paper was pressed. He knew what it meant. Chu.
At this time, Cheng Hao was finally convinced of his guess. This time betting on his fate is probably related to ghosts, that is, he is betting on whose fate is harder, and he can survive as a mortal when the evil spirit comes out of the cage. Come down.
“If there are evil ghosts, then no matter it is me or the few true gods, they are only mortal bodies now, and none of them can survive. Since my three-inch human supernatural power is a gambling, there must be one party. Those who can survive, that is to say, in this mortal street, there is definitely a chance to survive, but there is only one chance. Whoever finds it first will survive!”
Thinking of this, Cheng Hao didn’t dare to waste time. He raised his head and glanced at the sky. The sun in the sky had already set half a hill. If the sun had completely set, he would probably be completely trapped in this mysterious three-inch human world. in.
Cheng Hao knew very well in his heart that he had only one person and the other party had three people. He was not the dominant player in number, but he was the caster of this magical power. He knew that this magical power was a betting magical power, and he also knew to actively seek clues to survive.
Information advantage, this is his only advantage over the three true gods. If he can’t find the chance to survive before the three of them react, then his chances of winning will be slim.
Walking along the street, Cheng Hao didn’t dare to go too fast, so as not to miss any clues, until he finally found some unusual places on the side of the street before the sun completely set.
Today, Cheng Hao is standing at the entrance of an inn on the side of the street. The name of the inn is very interesting. It is called Zhenhun Inn. After walking for so long, he was still on both sides of the street and saw the inn for the first time.
Seeing that the sun was about to completely set, Cheng Hao’s heart became more and more eager, and there was no time to go to other places to explore, and immediately pushed the door of the inn open and strode in.
The lobby of the inn is empty, the tables and chairs are neatly arranged, but there are no guests, and the silence makes the heart trembling.
This discovery made Cheng Hao’s heart tensed. After a while, he was a little uncertain about whether this inn was the hope of survival or the bustling streets that were the real place to survive?
“Guest, should you stay at the top?” On the corner of the west side of the lobby, an old man seemed to be the shopkeeper of this inn. He stood up from the counter lazily, and asked Cheng Hao with some sleepy eyes.
“Is there an inn where I live?” Cheng Hao took a deep breath and asked.
“The guest officer is lucky, there happens to be one room, but only the ordinary room is left. The first-class room is already full. I wonder if the guest officer can’t live?” the old man yawned and asked.
Cheng Hao’s heart tightened, and the lobby was empty, but the shopkeeper told him that the room was almost full, leaving the last one.
Isn’t this inn a ghost shop? Could it be that this is the place where the most real evil spirits haunt, and the lively streets outside are the real place of survival?
At this moment, Cheng Hao truly understood the meaning of this gambling, and what was before him was the real gambling.
What he wants to bet on now is whether this inn, which looks like a ghost shop, is it a real place to survive. If he chooses the wrong one step, he is likely to be swallowed by evil spirits, and he will turn into a ghost and be trapped here forever. Three inches in the world.
“Guest, it’s going to get dark soon, are you going to live or not?” Seeing Cheng Hao’s silence, the innkeeper became a little impatient. He looked up at the sky outside, and urged him a little.
Live or not? This is a problem, one can’t fix it, but it’s deadly!
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