A scarlet bloody energy surged out of Zhang Ruochen's palm, circled around the gaming table, and struck the cracked war hammer. Suddenly, the hammer made a "rustling" sound.

The war hammer turned into dust and scattered all over the ground.

At the very center of the war hammer, an irregular black crystal flew out and landed in Zhang Ruochen's palm.

A surprised voice sounded: "The war hammer has not been completely corroded."

"The king's sacred weapon has been corroded into dust, so why is it intact? It seems to be an incredible treasure."

…

All the monks cast their eyes on the black crystal.

It's about the size of a walnut. Although it's a crystal, it's opaque and unremarkable, with no strong aura flowing out.

However, after Zhang Ruochen mobilized a wisp of blood evil energy and injected it into it, tyrannical dark power instantly surged out from inside the black crystal. The air wave swept across all directions, shaking everyone backwards.

I don't know who it was, but exclaimed: "Dark Divine Crystal! It is a divine power crystal tempered by the gods who practice the dark way."

"The value of the divine crystal is generally ten times that of the divine stone. Darkness is the way of eternity, so the price of the dark divine crystal should be higher. In my opinion, this divine crystal can be sold for at least fifteen divine stones."

Cang Jie was resurrected with full blood. He got up from the ground and said with great joy: "What? Fifteen sacred stones are 15 billion sacred stones? Haha! I won! I won!"

"What's mine, it's all mine, don't move it... I'm talking about you, don't move it! All the chips on the gambling table are mine."

Cang Jie opened his arms and held the red crystal cards in front of him.

Seventy-seven in total.

Equivalent to 7.7 billion holy stones.

In addition to his own capital of 3 billion pieces, plus the 3 billion pieces paid to the Goddess Tower, and the 77 million pieces taken from the gambling table, he finally made a net profit of more than 1.6 billion pieces of holy stones.

Winning the Holy Stone in one hand is equivalent to most of his wealth accumulated over hundreds of years.

Cool!

Cang Jie felt as if his holy soul was about to leave his body, and he kept laughing. With the wealth he had now, it was enough to support his cultivation to the realm of the great saint.

Thinking that his senior was still there, Cang Jie immediately walked over, bowed respectfully, and said, "Thank you, senior, for your guidance."

"Take it, then."

Zhang Ruochen threw the Dark God Crystal over.

Cang Jie caught the dark divine crystal, a little stunned, and said in a panic: "No, no, I can't take this divine crystal. You won it, senior."

The wealth value of the Dark God Crystal is so great that it is comparable to the net worth of a great saint in the Immortal Realm. Cang Jie cannot imagine that he can own it.

A glutton could restrain his greed. Zhang Ruochen looked at him with admiration and secretly thought that maybe there were some important things that could be left to him.

"If you win, it belongs to you naturally." Zhang Ruochen said.

Cang Jie's hands trembled, thinking in his heart, a dark divine crystal, even for the great sage Qian Wenjing, is a big fortune. The senior is really worthy of being an expert. I admire him, I really admire him.

But then he thought about it, the senior had won a dark crystal with a casual move.

Based on the senior's eyesight, if you go around this gambling city, you will probably have a lot of magic stones in your pocket.

Can't compare, can't compare.

"Boom."

There was an explosive noise above the casino.

There was a monk from the Stone Tribe who ran down the stairs with a bang, and the whole gambling city was shaking. He was so excited that he said: "Everyone, go and watch, there is a big gamble, there is a big gamble upstairs."

"Qian Chijun, what's the big gamble? Why are you so excited?"

A stone tribe monk named Qian Chijun said: "It is the colorful coral tree, one of the two most important weapons in Gambling City."

"boom!"

The monks on the third floor of the casino also exploded.

There are not many monks in the Holy Realm who like gambling.

However, most people who like gambling have heard the rumors about the colorful coral trees in the Goddess Tower.

It is said that the minimum price of the bet is a thousand sacred stones.

Without a net worth of 10,000 divine stones, I would never dare to get involved easily.

The masters under the Qianwen Realm are almost not qualified to enter the game, unless they have their own mines like Wujiang.

"Let's go and have a look."

"Anyone who dares to participate in gambling must be a big shot."

"I would rather know the true value of the colorful coral tree. I heard that if you bet on the ideal state, its value cannot be estimated with the sacred stone."

…

The first floor, the second floor, the third floor... all the monks in the casino rushed to the top of the castle, and the corridors were blocked.

Zhang Ruochen seemed very calm and not so crazy.

Cang Jie was very interested, as excited as the other monks, and said: "Senior, don't you plan to go and have a look?"

"Do you want to go?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Cang Jie said: "Of course I want to see the world."

"Then let's go and see together."

An invisible force of space surged out from Zhang Ruochen's fingertips, wrapping him and Cang Jie. In an instant, their bodies shrank and turned into two light spots, flying through the crowded corridors to the top of the castle.

Passing through the light film at the entrance, a powerful divine power fell on Zhang Ruochen and Cang Jie.

If Zhang Ruochen hadn't protected Cang Jie, the Taotie would have been crushed to the ground.

No wonder, those monks who wanted to watch were all blocked in the corridor. Because the monks who were not strong enough could not resist the divine power and could not enter the door on the top floor.

The divine power is emanated from the colorful coral trees.

The top floor of the castle is not very spacious, about eight feet long and six feet wide. The walls in the four directions are made of special crystals. You can see most of the Jade Mountain Palace with your eyes.

In the gambling hall, apart from Zhang Ruochen and Cang Jie, there were only twenty-five monks in total, at least all of them were great saints in the Hundred Flails Realm.

The person presiding over this gambling game is the city lord of Gambling Artifact City, Ye Xiao, a middle-aged male great sage with a cultivation level of Baiyang Realm. He does not belong to any of the ten clans, but comes from a small clan on the edge of the hell realm.

Yaksha clan.

Under the ten clans, they are all small clans.

The Yasha clan has many people, and among thousands of small clans, it is considered one of the most powerful. In the extremely long time ago, they were one of the ten clans.

There are nine people in total participating in the bet.

Zhang Ruochen glanced around and saw that six of them wanted to take advantage of the situation and bet on a thousand sacred stones.

There are actually only three people who are really gambling.

Sitting on the north side of the gambling table is a strong man from the dead race. He has an old face, sunken eyes, and the death aura in his body. Even if he deliberately restrains himself, no onlookers dare to approach him.

The bet he placed has reached 140,000 divine stones.

Seeing this old man, Cang Jie's expression changed and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "The God of Gamblers."

"God?"

Zhang Ruochen had a look of confusion on his face. Although the dead man had strong cultivation, he could vaguely sense the level of cultivation, so it was obviously impossible for him to reach the divine realm.

False gods are impossible.

Cang Jie knew that it was useless to use his spiritual power to transmit messages in front of these big shots, so with awe, he whispered: "The God of Gamblers is probably the only one in the entire hell world who is not a god, but can be a god."

The existence of. Legend has it that he once showed his power in the main building of the Goddess Twelve Squares, and also killed everyone in the gambling city opened by the Temple of the Dead and Qiankun Yiqitang. He even won the bet against the gods and almost never lost. The God of Gamblers

Even God may not be able to match the wealth he possesses."

For all gamblers, the God of Gamblers is the object of their worship, and they are in awe of him.

"You beat the gods in a bet, it seems you have real skills." Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.

Sitting on the east side of the gambling table is a monk covered in black robes. The gaseous black veil completely covers his figure and face, making it impossible to tell his gender or race.

Even the exposed hands are engraved with phantom patterns.

If you move your hand slightly, dozens of ghost images will appear.

Zhang Ruochen discovered that the black gauze on the man's body, although it was in gaseous form, was a real treasure that could isolate him from mental exploration. It seemed to have some other wonderful uses.

Gaseous treasures are very rare.

With the heart of truth, Zhang Ruochen faintly sensed that this person's body was cold, less like a flesh and blood creature, and more like a stone tribe, a ghost tribe, a corpse tribe, or a bone tribe.

Sitting on the west side is Yan Zhexian.

She wears a talisman that can change her body shape and appearance. The talisman patterns are dense and mysterious. If Zhang Ruochen didn't know her and know the special aura about her, he would not be able to discern her identity.

Behind Yan Zhexian stood two great sages with profound cultivation.

"As expected of a talented Talisman Master of the Yama Clan, he just came to the Goddess Tower and actually sent two Hundred Flail Realm Great Sages to follow him." Zhang Ruochen said.
To be continued...