The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

It's still the power of the word "bet", it's still the magic of "I have a game, I'll bet my life with you".

But in that cold male voice, it turned into "I have a game, I'll see you off!" '

This voice was not that of a young butcher, and the attitude of being so sure and contemptuous of ants clearly showed it.

The one who is using this Immortal Life Technique at this moment should be the 80% gambler from the Perfect Human Race in the Source Earth.

From afar, he borrowed the body of the young butcher to directly drag ten old men who were approaching the Mahayana stage into a game of gambling.

This change happened so quickly that no one could react in time.

In the distance, on the side of the Rongling clan, the eight thrones all opened their eyes wide and opened their mouths. For the first time, they felt that watching the show silently on the side was much more interesting than the trapped beast fights they had every day.

In the Miracle Pavilion, all the shopkeepers were jealous. With 80% of gamblers, how could the ten old men survive? Although they have one foot in the Mahayana.

In the air, ten old men have been pulled into the gambling game. Their eyes are full of madness, and they are completely free of the rules and regulations. They look like immortals or saints.

The young butcher's eyes were still closed, but the male voice still sounded: "You decide how to bet!"

Although the ten old men were gambling straight to the sky, their minds were extremely clear.

I saw one of them take out a large round jade piece, which was crystal clear and very beautiful.

"This is what you asked us to decide. What we want to bet on is that we will drop this jade piece later without any external interference."

"If you can guess how many pieces it will break into, you win, otherwise we win!"

An old man said in a bad tone, "How about this bet? Do you accept this bet?"

Suddenly, the atmosphere between heaven and earth became strange.

"This gambling method!" The Great Throne of the Rongling Clan paused, and then added: "I will never accept it anyway."

Rong Yan said: "I am a gambler, but you are not. Let's just watch it as a show!"

The Great Throne glanced back, "Lao Wu, you are quite rebellious today!"

Rong Yan suddenly became speechless, but kept repeating in his heart: 'Well frogs cannot speak to the sea, summer insects cannot speak to the ice, Li Chuyi cannot be forgiven, cannot be forgiven...'

At the Magic Pavilion, even though these old men proposed a harsh gambling method, the shopkeepers still looked extremely heavy and showed no joy at all.

Li Chuyi, in particular, was clenching his fists because he knew that those who cultivated the Immortal Destiny of Gambling had the opportunity to receive the gift of Immortal Destiny of Gambling.

He didn't know if 80% of the gamblers had this gift, but if they did, these ten old men would definitely be dead.

"Okay, break it into seven pieces, and you can throw away the jade. Anyway, the game is absolutely fair!" The cold voice directly agreed, and even gave his own answer.

In the air, the old man flipped his palm, and the jade piece fell directly down, hitting a rock on the coast.

Just a crisp sound was heard, and the jade pieces shattered...

"One piece, two pieces, three pieces...", the Eight Thrones of the Rongling Clan counted, and then widened their eyes again, "There are only six pieces, then 80% of the gamblers have lost, no, we have the opportunity to witness a person today. The demise of 80% of gamblers?

And in the next moment, a wave of waves hit from the endless sea, and its extremely strong momentum directly hit a piece of broken jade.

Then he saw that one piece of it turned into two pieces in front of everyone's eyes.

On the whole, six pieces turned into seven pieces, and the 80% gambler who only heard the sound won!

In an instant, ten invisible swords penetrated directly through the heads of the ten old men, leaving a bloody hole there, and their souls were shattered in an instant.

From the moment the outcome of the gambling game appeared, the ten old men ended up dead before they had time to say a word. There was still a kind of crazy gambling in their eyes.

Ten monks who had only half a foot into the Mahayana were just gone, with no action taken from the beginning to the end!

Or someone else was far away and killed them with just a few words!

For a moment, the Rongling clan's hairy bones stood upright, and Li Chuyi and others all looked sad and filled with deep hatred.

At this moment, in the blood-colored sky and earth, only the desolate wind blew across the desolate land, like people whispering sadly, as if they were paying tribute to the war that had just happened without war.

At this time, the butcher young man suddenly opened his eyes and saw the bodies of ten old men hanging in the air, with blood pouring from their foreheads.

Yulong had already made a move to drag ten bodies into the void and take them away, but the butcher took advantage of the tower near the water to get there first.

"Tsk, tsk, ten half-step Mahayana-level pseudo-human bodies, it's still a small profit!"

He took a look, joy flashed in his eyes, and put it into the storage ring.

Then he said: "Hey, I just used the mark left by my ancestor before leaving, and now I feel a little regretful!"

"After all, this mark is much more precious in my heart than some dead human flesh."

Suddenly, he held the murderous dagger and looked at Li Chuyi and others with burning eyes: "But, arresting all of you should be able to make up for my loss this time."

"Especially you two, my human-snake soup is going to come from you!"

But at this moment, the Great Throne of the Fusion Spirit Clan interrupted.

His tone was unkind, "Fellow butcher, you actually carry the 80% gambler's mark. Are you breaking the rules?"

"This trip to the Twelve Lands is the result of the struggle between all parties. Since the world of destiny has no longer existed, practicing step by step to the eighth realm is already the limit."

"So the people from our tribes who come to compete for the destiny can't reach the highest level of cultivation, which is the eighth level, which is what the monks call transcending tribulation!"

"It turned out to be a good thing for you. You have a 80% gambler's mark hidden with you. Do you want to catch us all in one go?"

Faced with the question, the butcher young man was not annoyed and just smiled: "What you said is true, but these ten old men in the Magic Pavilion have already reached half a step of Mahayana. Does this count as breaking the rules?"

"I've always been in these twelve places, and I haven't broken any rules!" The Great Throne shook his head, still speaking coldly.

"Why, you Rongling Clan are the real butchers of all races, and now you are actually starting to fight against each other. Tsk, tsk, this is such a long time!"

At this moment, another group of people came across the sea. They were smelly and filthy, and they were dressed in simple monk robes. The rest were red, blue, and bone white, and they looked like ghosts.

There were about two hundred people, and they were clearly the kind of scavenger monks Li Chuyi and the others had encountered before. This was another team.

"This benefactor, you have been contaminated with too much of my Buddhist karma. It seems that many of my fellow disciples have died at your hands!" The leading scavenger monk looked at Li Chuyi and said directly, with great potential for direct salvation.

As soon as he finished speaking, the world became hot and hot.

Only five tall creatures with a mark of the sun on their foreheads appeared. They were like suns, hanging in the sky, shining brightly.

"I can smell the smell of Jin Ling's Sun Shooting Technique!"