In the dark and depressing world, only the blood-colored dice standing quietly in front of the incarnation of the Blood Killing God Emperor and the rapid heartbeat of all the monks present.

The shape and size of the dice are exactly the same as the gambling props used in the world, and the only difference is the color.

"For fairness, I will not manipulate the dice, but I will give it the task of manipulating the dice."

The Blood Killing God Emperor gently tapped the black and white statue with his fingers.

Suddenly, two black and white beams of light shot out from the statue's eyes.

The two black and white light columns were emitted silently, and soon they touched the dice suspended in the void.

The dice began to rotate continuously in the void under the impact of the black and white light column.

"I think you'll come one by one..." The blood-colored figure glanced at the monks present with cold eyes.

"Who goes first?" A faint voice rang out in the dark palace again.

The monks were silent, and no one dared to go first.

The probability of half the force will make you die. Would you be willing?

Who can control this thing of luck?

No one will easily pin life and death on luck.

"I feel that some of you are very scared..." The blood-colored figure glanced at the monks present with playful eyes like an ant.

"I see whoever is most afraid of me will let me go first." The smile on the blood-colored figure's face became evil.

"You are that fat man. I found your body trembling. You come first!"

"Why is it me... Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

The blood-colored figure looked at him with a disgust: "Hurry up, fat man, let me say something more, I will let you disappear immediately 1

"Isn't it okay for me to go?" Wang Yuan walked towards the black and white statue in depression.

"What should I do?" Wang Yuan looked at the blood-colored dice floating in front of him, feeling a little at a loss, and his body was still trembling slightly.

"If you pronounce a word, single or double, the dice will automatically start to rotate."

"Oh, then I'll choose the menu... no... I'll choose..."

The fat man had just finished reading a "single", and a blood-colored desktop suddenly appeared in front of him.

And the two dice began to spin continuously in the void.

After about twenty breaths, the two dice suddenly fell from the air.

Silently, two dice fell on the bloody desktop.

"Yeah! It's single, it's great..." The fat man looked excited and excited.

When the monks saw that the two dice on the table had a combined sum of points of 11, which was an odd number.

And at this moment, a white beam of light shot out from one of the statue's eyes and fell on the fat man's body.

"Ah--" The fat man couldn't help but be frightened.

However, after the white light fell on the fat man, all the injuries on his body were recovered immediately.

"Hey, where is the wound on my body? Even my mana has been restored."

Wang Yuan turned his worries into joy and walked away from the statue.

"This fat man is lucky..." The blood-colored figure glanced at him and murmured.

It seems that the white light column is still beneficial to the monks. I wonder what effect the black light column will produce when it hits a person, and it will die instantly?

"Second, who will come?" The blood-colored figure's emotionsless eyes flashed in the crowd.

No one reported it on the field.

"You are also very scared, little brother!" The bloody figure's eyes suddenly fell on Zhao Rui.

Zhao Rui was really scared, and he hesitated: "I...I have this thing, I don't know if it's useful?"

Speaking of this, Zhao Rui took out the silver ingot from the storage bag.

"Bloody and bloodbathing the Fanjia Town, pardon the life and death gate?" The bloody figure glanced at the silver.

"This is what I got from Fanjia Town." Zhao Rui explained immediately.

"Well, this thing has a right to pardon, you can go there." The bloody figure said in a calm tone.

"This is unfair, why can he forgive me?" Some monks murmured in a low voice below.

"I said that all the rules in the Blood Killing God Emperor are decided by me... Whoever has any objection will directly let him disappear!" The cold voice of the Blood Killing figure rippled in a dark world.

Zhao Rui walked towards the black and white statue with a little nervousness, and soon came to the blood-colored dice.

"Shuang." Zhao Rui said hesitantly.

The two dice in the void left and began to spin quickly, like the hand of death that could dance to the heart.

"Bang bang..." Zhao Rui felt his heart beating constantly.

All monks watched the scene here and dared not say a word.

After about twenty breaths, the dice spinning in the void fell on the bloody desktop.

8 o'clock, double!

"It's two! I'm lucky, too." Zhao Rui said happily.

A white light beam suddenly shot out from the black and white statue, covering Zhao Rui's body.

“So comfortable…”

After enjoying the white light, Zhao Rui walked back with a relaxed look on his face.

"By the way, can the silver in my hand still be used?" Zhao Rui's eyes flashed over Luo Ningxue's body, his heart suddenly burst into pieces, and he turned around and asked the clone of the Blood Killing God Emperor.

The blood-colored figure didn't know what he was thinking. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the silver ingot disappeared from Zhao Rui's hand.

"This thing can only be used once." The bloody figure immediately took the silver away.

"Who is the next person?" The blood-colored figure's eyes flashed over Zhang Heng's body. Just as he was about to speak, a woman's voice suddenly sounded: "I'll do it."

The monks couldn't help but look at the man.

I saw that the man was Mu Xuan of Bixue Xiangyun Sect.

"Okay, come on." The blood-colored figure looked at her with a little admiration.

"Junior sister..." Nan Ming stared at Mu Xuan with great concern.

"What should come should come." Mu Xuan glanced at Nan Ming for the last time and walked towards the blood-colored dice.

"Have you ever predicted the result today for a rare spiritual root talent?" The blood-colored figure couldn't help but ask her.

"Yes." Mu Xuan walked slowly towards the blood-colored dice, her expression was extremely dull, as if she was doing something very ordinary.

"Shuang." Mu Xuan pointed a word in his mouth.

The blood-colored dice in the void began to rotate again.

After a while, the dice fell.

All the monks watched the result, especially the monks of Bixue Xiangyun Sect.

The result of the dice is 7 o'clock.

one!

Nan Ming's face changed suddenly, and he looked at Mu Xuan not far away with his expression.

The black and white statue, a black column of light approached Mu Xuan silently, with a slow speed.

Mu Xuan just stood there without any thoughts, and turned around and smiled brightly at Nan Ming:

"Senior Brother Nanming... Don't forget our promise - we will go to the end together."

"Junior sister!" Nan Ming yelled loudly, tears flashing in his eyes.

Under the attention of all the monks, the black beam of light fell on Mu Xuan.

Suddenly, a black light enveloped Mu Xuan's entire body, but her expression remained the same, as if he had not taken life or death seriously.

Was it! Her figure disappeared into the dark space.

"Next!" The blood-colored figure's eyes began to search among the monks again.

"I'll do it." Zhang Heng walked out of the monks of Dutian Castle.

"I also have an inlay of silver." Zhang Heng took out the inlay silver.

"Blooding the Fanjia Town, pardoning the Life and Death Gate. Yes, you have a chance to pardon." The bloody figure said with a hint of loneliness.

Zhang Heng took the silver ingot and walked to the black and white statue.

Staring at the two blood-colored dices that were floating in the air again, Zhang Heng said resolutely: "Single!"

The two blood-colored dice immediately began to rotate continuously.

Zhang Heng could feel his heartbeat was accelerating and his breathing was a little rapid.

After a while, two dice fell from the air.

Points: 10

pair!

Zhang Heng's heart jumped suddenly and he bet the wrong one.

And at this moment, a black column of light shot out from one of the black and white statues.

Slowly, the black light column began to approach Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng felt that death was approaching him little by little. Although he wanted to avoid this pillar of light with the breath of death, his body seemed to be immobilized and could not move at all.
Chapter completed!