Corpse Clan Eternal Life Palace, Baizizi.

The Demonic Heaven Tribe is still the Blood Emperor.

Rakshasa tribe, Phil family, Phil Tianding.

The Nether Clan’s Nine Heavenly Palaces, Yunhuan the Iron-Blooded King.

Any one of the four of them is a being who is feared by the great saints from all walks of life in heaven. In the hell world, they are even more notorious. At this moment, they are actually worshiping a woman at the same time.

"Miss Bai?"

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were filled with surprise. It was hard to believe that a woman from the Goddess Palace had such amazing energy. You must know that the four masters all came from powerful forces and had god-level backgrounds, so they should not be manipulated.

Wouldn't it be even more amazing if he voluntarily surrendered to her?

Even the owner of the Goddess Building does not have such ability.

Who is she?

A black-gown monk named "Miss Bai" is sitting in the hall, holding a red pen with her flawless white fingers, and is copying scriptures at her desk.

The yellowed scripture is placed next to the table.

A golden cauldron emitted a handful of green smoke.

She was clearly copying the scriptures according to the scriptures, and her eyes were staring at them from time to time. However, there was not a single word in the scriptures, which seemed strange.

What's even weirder is that the words written on the white paper are like ink and dragons and snakes. After writing the next word, the previous word has disappeared.

The four of them stood outside the hall, keeping their bodies in a bowed posture, not daring to move.

They knew that Miss Bai would be extremely angry if tonight's bet against Old Man Qishou failed.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was solemn and solemn.

Zhang Ruochen knew that there were strong people present and their gazes could easily be detected, so he only glanced at it at the beginning, and then he leaned against the tree trunk and closed his eyes to listen.

A long time of peace.

In the night, the only sound is the wind blowing the leaves.

After copying ten scriptures in a row, the black gauze monk finally stopped writing, closed the yellowed scripture, and put it into her sleeve. She seemed to finally think of the four people outside the hall, and she said: "Tonight's situation was not a complete failure. You don’t have to be so afraid, just retreat!”

Very beautiful sound.

Just by listening to her voice, you can imagine the most beautiful female body in your mind, as beautiful as a gentle and talented woman.

The four of them breathed a long sigh of relief.

Wanwanzi clasped his hands in his fists, bending his waist to the ground, and said coldly: "If it weren't for the emperor who slaughters heaven and earth, the God of Gamblers who is known as the undefeated God of Gamblers, he would definitely lose to the girl. And now, everyone The sacred stone was won away by an unknown woman who came out halfway, causing heavy losses to the girl and the Goddess Tower. I will kill him now, extract his soul, and offer it to the girl."

Goddess Twelve Square, 180th floor.

Even the most profitable Goddess Building may not be able to earn 500,000 Godly Stones after operating for a thousand years.

The losses tonight were indeed astonishing, and it would be impossible for any monk to be so calm.

However, the black-shaded monk had a calm voice and an elegant and gentle tone, and said: "You are wrong on three points."

Wanwanzi was surprised and asked: "What three points?"

The black gauze monk said: "First, the Emperor of Heaven and Earth Slaughter is not that person's real name."

"Second, the unknown woman is not unknown, but is very famous."

"Third, I have already said that tonight's game is not a complete defeat. Therefore, whether the Goddess Building will suffer heavy losses depends on how the situation changes later. For now, at least half of the success is achieved."

Zhang Ruochen secretly exclaimed, "This Miss Bai dared to scheme against the old man with seven hands and almost succeeded. She is indeed an extraordinary person."

"Has she already seen through the true identities of me and Yan Zhexian?"

"What did she mean when she said it was at least half successful?"

Wanwanzi asked: "What are the identities of the Emperor of Heaven and Earth and the unknown woman?"

"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask!" said the black gauze monk.

Wanwanzi said: "Are we just going to let them go like this?"

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen felt an extremely cold energy sweeping through the entire courtyard. Even if he was hiding far away, he could feel his skin tingling and his blood coagulating.

The holy soul was almost pulled out of his body. Fortunately, his sea of ​​energy was stable and he was protected by the Vulcan armor, so he was able to block the unknown force.

Wanwanzi's screams sounded, making the dark night terrifying.

Zhang Ruochen didn't know what was going on, and didn't dare to look at it with his eyes. He just heard that Wanwanzi was rolling on the ground, screaming and begging, and seemed to be in extreme pain.

"I don't dare... I don't dare anymore. I don't dare... ask anymore. I shouldn't know... I must not know... Please, let me go... let me go... ah!"

To be able to make a top saint beg for mercy and cry out, one can imagine how torturous that kind of pain is.

"This Miss Bai is too moody. I just asked one more question and it caused such pain." Zhang Ruochen secretly sighed and couldn't help but reflect on whether he was too kind and soft-hearted towards the monks below.

Wanwanzi's wailing sound gradually disappeared, and he got up from the ground with difficulty. His green robe had already been scratched by himself, and he was covered in blood. He knelt down and bowed his head and said: "Thank you for your forgiveness, miss. I don't dare to ask any more questions."

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The other three powerful men were trembling with fear in their hearts.

The black-shaded monk's voice was still pleasant to the ear, and he said: "I heard that you, Mio, the misfortune star, invited Zhang Ruochen to Fengtiaowan, why didn't you go?"

"Go now, go now."

Wanwanzi stood up, took three steps back, and walked quickly out of the courtyard.

Feirtianding and Iron-Blooded King Yunheng immediately followed and left as if running away.

Only the Huanxu Blood Emperor was still standing outside the hall.

The black gauze monk asked: "Why don't you leave?"

The Huanxu Blood Emperor quickly bowed and said: "I have been having nightmares in recent days. Not only have I been unable to practice meditation, but it has also affected my ability to do things for the girl. Please give me the antidote, girl."

"Nightmares are the most fearful, frightening, and vulnerable aspects in your heart. Why can't you face it head on? To defeat nightmares is to defeat yourself." Black Veil Monk said.

The Huanxu Blood Emperor gritted his teeth and said with a pale face: "I...I am just a mediocre person."

"Okay, you can admit that you are mediocre, but you are very sober. I will give you a sweet dream to relieve you from the torture of ten years of nightmares. Ten years later, if you are still obedient, the sweet dream can continue forever.

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The sound is so beautiful that it can make people think about it, and they can't extricate themselves from it.

Zhang Ruochen was surprised and surprised.

Who is this white girl? Is she using dreams to control these top saints?

Zhang Ruochen is also afraid of nightmares.

Because, he also has fear, fear, and vulnerability in his heart.

The nightmare undoubtedly magnified all of this, causing the great sage to be trapped in fear and fear all day long, making him feel uneasy.

At this moment, a strange scene happened in the courtyard.

The Huanxu Xue Emperor seemed to be awake from a dream, with cheerful laughter coming from his mouth. Sometimes his eyes were obsessed, as if he had obtained the treasure he dreamed of; sometimes he was greedy, as if he was hugging the most beautiful woman in the world; sometimes he looked down upon all living beings, as if

He is the God-Emperor of the generation, and all the gods kneel at his feet.

A beautiful dream, a life.

Who doesn’t desire that he is the protagonist in a dream, that everything goes smoothly and that he can get everything he wants? This feeling is so wonderful, so wonderful that after one taste of it, the great sage fell for it, and then fell for it again.

Can't quit either.

"Dreams make people fall into despair, nightmares make people fearful."

Zhang Ruochen stood behind the tree, smiled and shook his head slightly, and was about to leave. Suddenly, he heard the woman in black gauze call out: "Your Majesty, have you found out the identity of the Emperor of Heaven and Earth?"

A three-foot-tall stone turtle walked out of the corner.

The turtle prince was covered in green, like an emerald body. He walked on two legs. His head was only the size of a fist. His eyes were sparkling. He was holding a book in his hand. He walked up to the monk in black gauze and stuttered.

Said: "Looking, looking, found... here we are!"

"explain."

"Root, root, basis...according to...according to..."

The black-shaded monk shook his head and said, "Forget it! General, you read it."

The stone pillar supporting the pavilion suddenly moved. Two long stone arms stretched out from the pillar and took the book from Prince Turtle's hand.

Prince Turtle was a little angry and snorted at the stone pillar, saying: "They are all...all...all, yes, yes, I...I...I..."

"I know, it's all your fault."

General Shizhu said in a voice as harsh as stone rubbing: "Based on the list of monks who came to the Goddess Tower tonight, it can be judged that the Emperor of Heaven and Earth Slaughter must have changed his body shape. It may be his monks, there are ten of them in total.

Three."

"Where are those who are proficient in the way of space?" Black Veil Monk asked.

General Shizhu said: "There is only one..."
To be continued...