"Five hundred and fifty thousand divine stones."

"Five hundred and sixty thousand divine stones."

The former is the bet made by the monk in black veil.

The latter is bet by the seven-handed old man of the Gambler, and always exceeds his opponent's ten thousand divine stones.

Zhang Ruochen's Dark Sun Divine Wheel was able to sell 300,000 divine stones at a sky-high price because it could be bred into a supreme holy weapon. Other top lord holy weapons cannot sell such a high price.

It can be said that the gambling between the Seven-Handed Old Man and the Black Veil Cultivator has been the peak showdown in the secular world under the divine realm, and is destined to shake the heaven and hell and become a legend.

Cang Jie was so scared that he was almost breathless. He was so arrogant that his heart was almost stopped beating.

Yan Huangtu's eyes were always looking at the monk who was shrouded in the black veil, with curious eyes.

It is not surprising that the seven-handed old man was able to take out 560,000 divine stones. After all, this old guy lived for tens of thousands of years, and won no less than ten thousand games, both big and small.

But who is that black veil monk?

Why can I get out 550,000 divine stones?

Zhang Ruochen said: "The winner will be divided soon!"

"How can I see it?" Yan Huangtu asked with a smile.

Zhang Ruochen said: "The colorful coral tree is undoubtedly a dead tree. Even if it is sacrificed and refined into a supreme holy weapon, it cannot be called a supreme holy weapon now because it has no instrument spirit. A supreme holy weapon without instrument spirit is worth only about 500,000 divine stones."

Yan Zhexian showed a confrontational look, and insisted on arguing with Zhang Ruochen, saying, "What if the weapon spirit is just sleeping? Or, the colorful coral tree is not dead?"

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and did not answer her.

Yan Huangtu sighed lightly, his niece was originally smart and had the talent that hundreds of millions of monks could not reach. Unfortunately, he was protected too well, too simple and too young.

"Why don't you talk anymore?" Yan Zhexian said relentlessly.

Yan Huangtu finally couldn't help but speak: "Your two possibilities are too slim, and the wealth you need to spend can't bear even the seventh-handed old man."

"Just just now, the old man Qishou said that he was taking a big risk by taking a gamble on the chance of 10% or 20% or 20% or 20% or 20% or gamble on the winning rate of more than 500,000 divine stones."

"If you are going to bet, the two situations you mentioned are to spend one million, or even millions of divine stones, and bet on a win rate of one in ten thousand. The price is too high, even gods will not do such a thing. Haven't the gods in the Temple of the Dead and the Twelve Squares of the Goddess retreated?"

It was Yan Zhexian's first time gambled. When he heard Yan Huangtu's explanation, he suddenly realized and secretly stared at Zhang Ruochen. Her pretty face covered by the runes was filled with embarrassment blushing.

The black veil monk hesitated for a long time, put down the black chip card he was holding in his hand again, and said, "I won't raise the bet!"

The old man Qishou stood up and smiled long: "Since the gambling game is over, open the last seal and see what the colorful coral tree is like?"

Zhang Ruochen has been observing the eyes of the Qishou Old Man.

He didn't seem to be gambling a win rate of 10% or 20%, he was clearly full of confidence.

"Did I misunderstand it?"

Zhang Ruochen once again used the Truth Heart Perception, but the subtle sense told him that the colorful coral trees were indeed not worth betting.

The atmosphere in the entire gambling hall was pushed to its peak.

The answer to the bet of millions of divine stones is about to be revealed. Who will become the final winner?

"God of Gambling!God of Gambling!God of Gambling..."

In the gambling city, many monks were shouting these two words.

The invincible reputation of the Seven-Handed Old Man has long been infused into the hearts of every gambler.

Everyone in the gambling hall has a big identity and is self-righteous and solemn, but they hold their breath and are very nervous.

Ye Xiao is considered a veteran of the casino, but in the process of unsealing the seal, he was also trembling with his heart beating like thunder.

"boom!"

The last layer of seal is unbuttoned.

The colorful coral tree burst out with dazzling colorful light, accompanied by the energy storm of space and time, and impacted in all directions. Even though everyone in the gambling hall was prepared, there were still more than ten people swept away by the turbulent space and threw them out dozens of feet away.

Although the time imprints light spots are dense, they do not form harmful attacks.

"Who dares to say that such a powerful energy storm has been corroded?" Paleozi's eyes were excited and stared at Zhang Ruochen with a sarcasm.

Yan Huangtu frowned and sighed: "It seems that the seven-handed old man won the bet again!"

"So beautiful, so exquisite!"

"What a powerful time and space fluctuation, is it that the colorful coral tree is not dead, but a living tree?"

"Impossible! A living colorful coral tree... This will alarm the gods in the entire hell world..."

"If I had known about this, I would have bet on all my bets." A monk sighed regretfully.

Yan Zhexian felt a little regretful and felt that he should stick to his own ideas. No matter how many divine stones are produced, it is worth a bet on the birth of treasures like the colorful coral tree.

It’s still the God of Gamblers who have great eyesight.

This emperor who killed the world was misleading after all!

Just as everyone was immersed in the beautiful halo emitted by the colorful coral trees, there were only three people who were still silent. These three people were Zhang Ruochen, the seven-handed old man, and the black veil monk.

The seven-handed old man laughed loudly at the beginning.

As the seal was untied, the smile on his face was instead curled, his eyes became more and more serious. Finally, his face turned pale, and it was obvious that something happened beyond his expectations.

"How could this happen?" I don't know who it was, and shouted in horror.

"rustle!"

On the gambling platform, the colorful coral tree growing in a stone tripod quickly dissipated.

The tree body gradually turned into sand and slid downwards.

The monks who were excited, excited and amazed just now were all stunned and could not believe the scene they saw in front of them.

Yan Huangtu was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "It turns out that the energy fluctuation just now was the last essence of the colorful coral tree. The seal was untied and exposed to the air, and it disappeared in an instant. The god of gambling also missed the eye."

Thinking of this, Yan Huangtu couldn't help but look at Zhang Ruochen and said to himself: "It's even more wiser than the God of Gambling, this person must be not a thing in the pool."

"Impossible, Impossible. I clearly saw the fluctuations of life. How could it be a dead tree? Impossible, absolutely impossible."

A powerful mental storm broke out from the old man with seven hands, shaking all the people closest to the distance, flying down onto the stone cauldron, poking out his hands and hugging the colorful coral tree.

With the touch of your hand, the colorful sand slides down faster.

The six monks who bet on a thousand divine stones all showed excitement in their eyes.

What's different is that three of them were extremely happy, and their laughter seemed to be able to shake the entire castle.

Although the other three were laughing, Zhang Ruochen keenly discovered that their eyes were staring at the black veil monk.

This glance was quick and obscure, and everyone was attracted by the colorful coral trees. Except for Zhang Ruochen, no monk noticed it.

Zhang Ruochen suddenly realized it, and a smile appeared on his face, and he sighed inwardly: "It's amazing!"

I don't know who is complimenting.

"Bang!"

The old man with seven hands had a hideous face, and he poked out an eagle-like hand and penetrated the colorful coral tree.

With a bang, the tree body, which was squat-high, exploded completely.

The old man with seven hands slowly opened his claws, and saw a faint colorful light flashing in his palm. Inside the light was a worm the size of an earthworm, with colorful rings.

"It turns out that the faint aura of life was emitted by you, it turns out that it was you..." The old man Qishou's eyes were about to pop out from his sockets, and his whole body was trembling.

Obviously, the old man Qishou sensed the life fluctuations of the colorful coral tree and thought it was not a dead tree, so he bets regardless of everything.

Who would have expected that a worm actually grew in the colorful coral tree?

However, Zhang Ruochen had a new doubt in his heart. With his heart of truth, he could not sense the fluctuations in the colorful coral tree. How did the seven-handed old man sense it?

It seems that the Seven-Handed Old Man is indeed extremely unparalleled when he can become a god of gambling. He may have a great secret on his body.

An immortal blood clan gambler wearing a blood robe and ten wings on his back looked at Ye Xiao and smiled proudly: "Lord Ye City, is it time to announce the result of the bet now?"

Ye Xiao looked at the old man Qishou who was still standing on the stone tripod, bowed and said, "Senior Gambling God, are you okay?"

"It's okay...it's okay...I'm willing to accept the loss."

The old man with seven hands closed his eyes and felt uneasy for a long time.

I've been in the industry for so many years, but I lost for the first time, and I've lost so badly.

"The God of Gamblers is very troubled. Even if he has amazing wealth, he will probably be greatly damaged this time." Paleo whispered, smiling.

Yan Zhexian was a little scared. If it weren't for the stopping of Zhang Ruochen and Yan Huangtu, she might have bet more than 500,000 divine stones. She really couldn't believe what the consequence would be.

The loss of 150,000 divine stones is the best ending.

Staring at the tall and thin man who was known as the "Emperor of Slaughtering the Heaven and Earth", she felt a sense of gratitude and a hint of curiosity in her heart.

Ye Xiao calmed down and began to announce: "Everyone has seen that the colorful coral trees have already lost their energy and turned into sand and dust. Although those colorful sands have certain value, they are far less than a thousand divine stones. Therefore, the winner of this bet is..."

“Let’s wait.”

A voice interrupted Ye Xiao's upcoming announcement.
To be continued...