"Oh? This is the arena?"

After Qin's "doll" entered the teleportation vortex, he discovered that this arena was different.

The smell is different, and the texture is also different.

The material of the entire arena is like black jade. Qin felt that even if he came here, he would have to operate at full power and the dump truck would be overloaded to leave traces on such a material.

It only leaves traces, and it is very difficult to destroy them.

The shape of the arena is like a crescent, and the contestants are each at one corner of the crescent.

"You brat! You're going to destroy yourself!"

"Wan Qing's brother."

"..."

The "doll" is like a repeater, waving the stick of the ghost general uncle, making weird noises, and showing off his power.

This made the "Eight-Armed Yaksha" furious. This Yaksha looked ugly, covered in mud, and had eight different arms.

One is extremely thick, with veins popping out, and is powerful enough to break rocks.

A strip of red is as red as fire, and flames shoot out at your fingertips. It burns hot and cannot be underestimated.

A line of purple electricity is like a spider web, densely packed and mysterious. If the souls floating around are not careful, they will be attracted by this purple electricity and then be refined into dregs.

A pale white band with frost, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a crystal arm that looked like ice cubes. It was very hard despite the cold air.

One was holding a spike, and on the spike, various strange runes overflowed, as if they were cursing something.

A stream of green smoke was coming out, and from time to time there was dripping green thick juice, and bursts of black smoke were coming out. Anyone who saw it would know that this was an extremely poisonous thing.

Ichijo is holding a ghost-headed sword, and his sword skills are filled with evil spirits.

A man holds a magic beast shield, and in the center of the shield, special Gang Qi forms a defensive formation.

Each of these eight arms can send powerful people of the Martial Saint level into retreat. If they don't reveal themselves, relying on the characteristics of the Netherworld, I'm afraid that the bosses who are not the Martial Emperor level will not be able to resist the plot.

"Little zombie, if you know you are scared now, come down quickly."

"Hahahaha... I'm afraid this little zombie doesn't understand."

"If you don't have enough intelligence, I'm afraid you'll be beaten to death."

"Don't lose the face of the 'Eight-Armed Yaksha' and the 'Nine Seven-Nine-Eight Ghost Dragon Path'."

"If you really lose to this kind of thing, you might as well be reincarnated."

"..."

While he was talking, various voices emerged from the sky above the arena, and various scenes appeared in all directions, all of which were guys from the Netherworld.

As soon as Qin saw this movement, he was stunned: Damn it?! This Nether World is so fun to play, and there is actually a live broadcast?!

Is this considered a host?

No, this can be considered a game anchor, right?!

"Wan Qing's brother!"

"Shut up!"

Seeing the "doll" still on various repeaters, "Eight-Armed Yaksha" was almost furious. This kind of scum is just waiting for an order, and then completely... shattered to ashes!

"Quack, quack, quack..."

This time, the "doll" did not continue to act as a repeater, but screamed strangely at the "eight-armed yaksha", and raised a finger and pointed it downwards.

"Hahahahahaha..."

"'Eight-armed Yaksha'! You have been underestimated!"

"This little zombie is awesome, haha. I appreciate it, and I want to open it!"

"Okay! Governor Huangquan is opening the market, and everyone can follow along and play!"

"Opening?! I bet on the 'Eight-Armed Yaksha'!"

"Nonsense, who doesn't know how to bet on the 'Eight-Armed Yaksha'?! When Governor Huang Quan opens the market, of course he has to make careful calculations. Whether it is a one-breath victory or a two-breath defeat, there is always a way and the odds are there."

"makes sense……"

When Qin heard that the people in the avatars around him were talking, they were actually talking about betting, which made Qin Hao immediately beat his chest. In his current situation, he was the best game anchor waiting to soar into the sky.

If you bet on yourself, why don't you make tens of millions of fish balls?

But soon, Qin no longer wanted to do this, because he saw that all the money in the sky was a special kind of rune.

This kind of runes are very superficially attached to the yellow paper.

Ghost coin? Dead man’s money?

Gan!

If he wants this thing to be useless, he can't spend it in the mortal world, right?

It is even more useless to go to the spirit world.

I never expected that these guys from the Netherworld would actually gamble!

shameful!

"I am betting on the 'Eight-Armed Yaksha', I will crush the 'Banqing's Brother' with one breath, and I am betting on a ghost weapon!"

"Um?!"

When Qin Hao heard this, he immediately became energetic. It turned out that he was not betting on dead people?!

That would be such a loss.

He feels that if he bets on himself, he can become the underworld weapon tycoon!

Lose, lose, lose...

While he was struggling, he heard a voice from somewhere: "Three cannon shots, the competition begins!"

boom!

boom!

boom!

With the sound of three cannons, a big boss in the Netherworld seemed to have successfully opened the market. There were countless bettors, but most of them were betting on the "Eight-Armed Yaksha" within one breath, and they would completely go "

Wan Qing’s brother”.

Only a very small number of people could carry Qin with them.

Among them, the one who detained someone from Qin was the Governor of Huangquan.

To be more precise, he is the "Eighty-eight Governor of the Underworld".

"It's strange. You can see numbers everywhere here. Why is it 'Eighty-Eight Underworld Governor'?"

Someone from Qin was thinking, there are probably many governors of the underworld, and the current one is the eighty-eighth governor of the underworld.

"How dare you be in a daze——"

With a loud shout, the "Eight-Armed Yaksha" exerted all his strength. As the saying goes, a lion fights a rabbit, and he also uses all his strength.

As soon as the three cannon blasts ended, the eight arms of the "Eight-Armed Yaksha" worked together to completely eliminate the "Brother Wan Qing" here.

"You brat, I want to let you know today what it means to be strong..."

boom!

"quack!"

I saw the "doll" pick up the stick given by the ghost general uncle and hit the "eight-armed yaksha" casually.

With a "pop" sound, the head of "Eight-Armed Yaksha" was smashed.

It was so rotten that it could not be more rotten, but the body of the "Eight-Armed Yaksha" was still rushing forward.

But as the "Eight-Armed Yaksha"'s head exploded, all the magical means he used were aimed at him.

Ever since, the top ranked guy in the ring was treating himself with electricity, heat, ice, and poison...

His huge arm, his claws were still tearing wildly, and the flesh and blood on his body was torn off by his own arm.

"quack!"

The "doll" continued to make strange noises, and Qin suddenly felt uninterested.

"Tsk, what kind of rubbish is this? You screamed so fiercely, and I thought you had some ability. But... this is it?!"

It's not that Mr. Qin's mentality is wandering, it's just that this "eight-armed yaksha" is completely meaningless.

The "doll" he controls now is really just a "doll".

It's just like a drone, and he is controlling it across time and space.

That's all.
To be continued...