Oak trees as thick as the mouth of a bowl and more than ten feet long were piled up several feet high.
The land is desolate, even a bit eerie, and a huge bonfire is burning blazingly on this desolate land.
On top of the bonfire, there was a huge iron pot.
Thick black smoke spiraled up from the iron pot and rushed into the gray sky.
Zhuyu woke up and found that he had arrived at such a place.
"Hey, where is this? What the hell is this place?" Zhu Yu stood up and felt light all over, as if his bones were many times lighter than usual.
Taking a gentle step, he was startled. He took a casual step and was several feet away.
"Where is this place? Is there anyone there?" Zhu Yu said loudly, feeling a little scared.
The surroundings were gloomy, and although there was a blazing bonfire burning, Zhuyu didn't feel warm. On the contrary, he only felt cold from his bones.
This place is so eerie and weird, it doesn't seem like the human world.
"Jie Jie!" Two strange laughs sounded.
"Boy, do you still want to bet?" A cold voice sounded.
Zhu Yu turned his head and saw Zhang Tong appearing strangely next to the bonfire at some point.
"You...you...where are you? Are you trying to trick me?" Zhu Yu glared and rolled his eyes to look at Zhang Tong.
A wretched old man with yellow teeth, extremely difficult to deal with, weird temperament, venomous mouth, and narrow-mindedness. Zhu Yu hates this guy just looking at him.
When he saw Zhang Tong, he realized something was wrong.
That black bowl...
"Hey, kid. To tell you the truth, this place is a ghost. You are so greedy that you dare to win the money from the villain Lao Zhang that I bet. I will send you down to this ghost. The ghost's seducer will arrive later.
Just wait to go to hell!" Zhang Tongjie smiled strangely, his expression full of malice.
"Guixiao is the middle of hell, the intersection of Yin and Yang. If you fall into Guixiao, you will die!" Zhang Tong said evilly.
"You... who the hell are you? Pretending to be a ghost! I won't accept this!" Zhu Yu said coldly. As soon as he had an idea, he directly launched the dark flying sword "Gu Sha".
A sword!
The sword light streaked through the void, holding up the sword flowers. It only went towards Zhang Tong to kill.
Zhu Yu's "solitary killing" sword technique has been cultivated to the peak level. As soon as he takes action, it is the "killing" technique.
However, the strange thing is that there is no convolution of spiritual power around. There is not even any storm.
There is no spiritual power here? Is it a dead land?
The power of his sword was still powerful, but he could not mobilize the spiritual power of the surrounding world at all, just like the sword skills of a monk the day after tomorrow. Only a few sword flowers flickered.
But even so, Zhuyu's sword moves are still powerful.
Facing Zhu Yu's powerful sword power, Zhang Tong had a cold smile on his lips.
He raised his hand and directly tore apart Zhuyu's dense sword moves, and actually grabbed Zhuyu's sword with one hand.
"Three-legged cat, show off in front of my gambler, Lao Zhang, you are seeking death!"
Zhu Yu only felt that huge power was transmitted from the flying sword, and his mind was greatly shaken. He lost control of his own flying sword.
The next moment, Zhang Tong grabbed Zhu Yu's neck with a big hand.
Zhu Yu only felt a lightness under his feet and was caught by Zhang Tong in the air.
The body was in the air, with thick smoke billowing in front of his eyes. Looking down, Zhu Yu could see clearly that there was a huge oil pan below.
The billowing black oil is roiling, carrying a suffocating heat wave that makes people suffocate.
"Boy, do you still want to bet? As long as you promise to spit out the money you won from me and we have another round of bets, I will let you go! Otherwise, I will just cook you in this ghost oil pot first.
Let you become a lonely ghost, so that even the seducers can't take away your soul, and you will never be able to fall back into reincarnation."
Zhang Tong's fierce face and wretched yellow teeth have become so terrifying and weird.
Seeing this, he became angry and angry, like a crazy gambler who completely lost his mind.
"You kid, you don't even know who I am. You don't even know the name of the evil gambler Lao Zhang? You dare to beat me eighteen times in a row and make me lose hundreds of thousands of crystals. You deserve to die!"
Zhang Tong's face was even more ugly, and he almost spoke through gritted teeth.
Zhu Yu was horrified.
His own cultivation has reached the peak of entering the void.
But in front of Zhang Tong, he was completely vulnerable.
He casually reaches out his hand, like an eagle catching a chicken, but he has no power to fight back.
What level of cultivation has this Zhang Tong reached?
Could this man be a longevity giant?
Even the giant Wanshou will definitely not be so powerful!
It is a lie that Zhu Yu is not afraid. There is a boiling oil pan below. Once it is thrown down, no bones or dregs will be left.
In an instant, countless thoughts went through his mind.
The conflict between him and Zhang Tong was nothing more than a few bets. If Zhang Tong was really a highly cultivated person, how could he get into such a big fight and even kill himself because of a few bets?
There are a total of eighteen games, and you have won eighteen games in a row?
Thanks to this guy who remembers it so clearly, even if he wins eighteen games in a row, it will only cost him hundreds of thousands of crystal stones.
Zhu Yu doesn't even take this crystal in his eyes. With such a high level of cultivation, Zhang Tong would care about this crystal?
It was a little difficult for him to understand, and he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.
The image of the dark tureen appeared in his mind again. It was still the same bowl, ordinary and mysterious, and it seemed that people could never see through it.
In order to break this bowl, Zhu Yu spent a lot of time and made countless detection talisman arrays. It can be said that he worked so hard that he almost died.
Is it really unbreakable?
In fact, Zhu Yu cannot understand Zhang Tong.
Zhang Tong is a very famous existence among the powerful people in the Chinese Immortal Realm.
Zhang Tong is an evil gambler who cannot win or lose. He is addicted to gambling and has the worst gambling products. However, he has an extremely high level of cultivation and an extremely eccentric temperament.
Like all the strong men from the Eighteen Red Dust Sects in the world, the evil gambler Zhang Tong has always been wallowing in the red dust, and the dragon has never seen its end.
Living in the secular world. Nostalgic for the casino, always winning but not losing, playing the world.
There is no distinction between good and evil for this person. He just likes to gamble, and he is addicted to gambling as much as his life. Some people even say that he entered Taoism through gambling.
A person who practices Taoism is at ease with himself and goes his own way. If he loses a bet, he will kill someone if he wants to. No matter the reason.
I won the bet. I was in a good mood and could easily give countless immortal favors to low-level monks.
His cultivation level is extremely high, and few people know about his realm, but the Hongchen Sect is a serious second-grade sect, with the same status as Chu Xianguo.
Zhang Tong is a well-known figure in Hongchen Sect. How low can his cultivation level be?
Zhu Yu gambled in Anlefang. First of all, he lost more and won less, which naturally suited Zhang Tong's taste. Zhang Tong did not hesitate to give Zhu Yu some benefits. Therefore, every time he lost, Zhu Yu could maintain a good state of cultivation.
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But the problem lies at the tip of the horn.
He focused on the black bowl and had to break it. He persisted and defeated Zhang Tong countless times.
With Zhang Tong’s character of winning and not losing, Zhu Yu wouldn’t anger him?
Zhu Yu was still stubborn and insisted on defeating Zhang Tong for eighteen games. Zhang Tong was really unbearable and almost went crazy. If Zhu Yu is not destroyed, he can hardly let go of the hatred in his heart.
Being held in Zhang Tong's hand, Zhu Yu faced a boiling pot of oil. No matter how stupid he was, he knew that he was encountering a difficult monster.
This old guy is so weird that he insists on gambling with him because he wants to spit out all his winnings.
If I just go with what I want and let this old guy win a big victory, maybe the crisis will be resolved.
That way, I can leave this ghost place smoothly and return to Xiling City.
Just a little crystal?
In the past few years, Zhuyu has occupied a city with millions of people in the South China Sea, acquired countless treasures, and piled up crystals like mountains.
Two hundred thousand crystals is nothing to worry about. With Zhu Yu's current cultivation level at the peak of virtual reality, a huge talisman formation would cost tens of thousands of crystals.
As soon as he thought of this, Zhu Yu wanted to agree to Zhang Tong's bet again and went along with the old man.
But then he thought about it, his Taoist mentality is to go his own way, and his behavior is "stubborn". He knows that there are tigers in the mountains, so he prefers to go to the tiger mountains.
Cultivation is to defy heaven and change one's destiny. If heaven wants to destroy me, I must live. If heaven wants to go against me, how can I give in to Zhang Tong's temporary power?
Zhang Tong was a naked threat, forcing Zhu Yu to do something against his will.
It's easy to act on the occasion, start a gambling game, and lose hundreds of thousands of crystals, millions of crystals, or tens of millions of crystals.
But this loss has ruined the Taoist heart. In the future, when we encounter thousands of difficulties on the path to immortality, how can we endure all the hardships and compromises?
Immortality is either life or death.
If the Taoist mind is unstable, he will die anyway, but he can only survive for a while.
As soon as he thought of this, Zhu Yu said: "You old man, just cook if you want, don't talk nonsense. You are Zhang Tong, a gambler, and I am a gambler, Zhu Yu. You want me to bet, but I won't bet. What do you think?"
I lose, but I insist on winning. I beat you eighteen times in a row, and won your Anlefang down.
If you want to bet with me again, if I win and you lose your pants, will you still bet with me?"
Zhang Tong caught the red fish in his hand and felt very proud, thinking that the red fish would surely succumb to his power.
He has encountered this situation many times in his life.
That is to say, Zhu Yu is so stubborn that he forced Zhang Tong to use his supreme magical power to communicate with yin and yang. He won eighteen games in a row, and he was going crazy.
He used his magical powers to suppress the squid and force this kid to submit. He could win big at the gambling table. It was so satisfying.
Zhang Tong cannot win or lose. Another thing he doesn't like is that he doesn't like others losing money on purpose.
In other words, he is the kind of guy who plays the role of a bitch and sets up a memorial hall. He forces others to gamble, and he wins big, satisfying his gambling addiction.
After winning, he hates others who lose money on purpose. Often his opponents are not rewarded, either by destroying their cultivation or by destroying them directly. For him, killing is just a thought.
If Zhu Yu gives in, if he continues to gamble with him and spits out all the crystal stones he has won eighteen games in a row, there will be no good fruit in the end.
Who made him meet Zhang Tong, a perverted lunatic with eccentric nature and unreasonable nature?
The Hongchen Sect is famous for its weirdness among the eighteen sects in the world, and Zhang Tong is one of the most eccentric people in the Hongchen Sect. When Zhu Yu encounters such a perverted madman, he can only blame him for his bad luck! (To be continued)