Boundless Sky

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There is a god 3 feet above the head, and 3 inches in the palm is the world!

The 3-inch magical power in the world belongs to the Divine Ability. Betting on which party has the harder life!

Hao Cheng Hao didn’t want to use it unless he was driven to a dead end, but now he is attacked by three real Divine Grade powerhouses at the same time with the ultimate secret technique. Even the traversing magic power to open his right eye is too late. .

In this absolutely still light curtain space, 3 inches from Cheng Hao’s palm, a transparent ball of light suddenly appeared, unaffected by any influence, floating in the sky and spinning quietly.

Weng!

Immediately afterwards, the mysterious Dao Mark flickered in the light sphere, and the rays of light spread, and for a while, the entire Supreme Treasure light curtain space was covered by countless Dao Marks, which seemed to evolve this place into the Source Land of the avenue.

Seems true seems false. When Cheng Hao and the 3 true gods on the opposite side recovered from a static state, they found several people on the busy street.

Beside Street 2, the screams of vendors, the gossip of passersby, and the neighing of carriages are bustling. The scenes in front of you are no different from the mortal markets in the world.

Standing on the side of the street, Cheng Hao was silent for a moment, then he understood his state at this time.

At this time, he should be in the Mortal World evolved by 3 inches of human supernatural powers. There is no divine force on his body, and he cannot feel the trace of Primordial Spirit. Even if he pinches his arm at random, Cheng Hao can feel it. pain.

There is no doubt that in this World, he is an ordinary mortal, who will be injured and die. If his life fails, he is likely to be Eternal Exile in this world that seems true seems false.

While Cheng Hao was silently sensing his own situation, at the other end of the street, the true god of Purple Moon Sacred Land and the two gods of the Divine Eyes clan had already been forced to change their image and turned into the most ordinary mortal, unarmed. Li, looking at the pedestrians coming and going in the street, dumbfounded.

“Let’s, is this the Illusion Technique?” The 3rd Allah of the Divine Eyes clan asked hesitantly.

“It shouldn’t be the Illusion Technique. My purple moon scepter is the strongest Supreme Treasure bestowed by the Holy Lord. It can be immune to various Illusion Techniques. That human kid has no ability to simultaneously pull us into the illusion!” Wearing a purple cotton robe, the True God of the Purple Moon Clan stood on the street like a village girl and looked around constantly, opening the mouth and said with certainty.

“Then, what exactly is this place? Where did our cultivation base go?” The 3rd Allah is a little impatient and lacks strength. At this time, there is a group of anger in his heart that desperately wants to vent.

“Hey, I said that you three rural villagers have been standing in front of my stall pester and chirp for a long time. Can you buy my watermelon? Hurry up if you don’t buy it, don’t delay my business!”

When the three people kept looking around, the middle-aged man selling watermelon at the stall beside them was a little impatient, and the foul-mouthed started to chase people!

“Humble ant, do you dare to insult me?” The irritability in the heart of the third Allah could no longer be suppressed, and he slammed directly at the watermelon booth Boss.

Bang!

However, the ideal is very full, and the present world is very skinny. The third Allah has not yet landed on the booth Boss, but his body flew upside down, rolling more than 3 meters on the ground before he stopped rolling.

“Bah! Lao Tzu has been selling watermelons on this town’s soul street for 20 years. What kind of rogue gangsters have never seen before, just like you, a skinny monkey. Believing or not, did Lao Tzu kill you all with one knife?”

Booth Boss pinched his waist with one hand and a watermelon knife in the other. The cold glow flashing knife shook in front of the head of the 3rd Allah. If you don’t roll again, I will reward you with 2 knives!

No. 3 Allah swallowed. Although he has no cultivation base, the sense of crisis in his heart has not weakened much. He has a feeling that if he is stabbed a few times by this watermelon knife, he may really die!

The fight between the few people on the street naturally caused the crowd on the street to watch. Cheng Hao was mixed in the crowd and saw this scene clearly. After seeing the third Allah, he quietly walked away from the crowd. Stepping out of the middle, I kept thinking about the words that the watermelon booth Boss said.

“Zhenhun Street? Is this gambling fate related to ghosts?”

After wandering aimlessly on the street for a long time, Cheng Hao discovered an unusual place, that is, under the corner of the table in each stall, a piece of yellow paper was pressed. What it meant, he knew clearly. 2 Chu.

By this time, Cheng Hao was finally convinced of his guess. This time betting on his fate is probably related to ghosts, that is, he is betting on whose fate is harder, and he can survive as a mortal when the evil spirit is released. Come down.

“If there are evil ghosts, then no matter it is me or the few true gods, now they are just mortal bodies, and all of them are impossible to survive. Since my 3-inch human supernatural power is a gambling, then there must be someone who can Those who survived, that is to say, in this mortal street, there is definitely a chance to survive, but there is only one chance. Whoever finds it first will survive!”

Thinking of this, Cheng Hao did not dare to waste time. He raised his head and glanced at the sky. The sun in the sky had already set half a hill. If the sun had completely set, he would probably be completely trapped in this mysterious 3-inch human world. in.

Cheng Hao is very clear in his heart that he has only one person and the other party has 3 people, so he is not dominant in number, but he is the caster of this magical power. He knows that this magical power is a betting magical power, and he also knows to actively seek clues to survive .

Information advantage, this is his only advantage over the three true gods. If he can’t find the chance to survive before the three people react, then his chances of winning will be slim.

Walking straight along the street, Cheng Hao didn’t dare to go too fast, so as not to miss any clues, until he finally found some unusual places on the side of the street before the sun completely set.

Now Cheng Hao is standing at the entrance of an Inn on the side of the street. The name of Inn is very interesting. It is called Zhen Hun Inn. After walking for so long, he is still by the side of street 2 and saw Inn for the first time.

Seeing that the sun was about to completely set, Cheng Hao became more and more anxious, and there was no time to explore other places. He pushed the door of Inn open and strode in.

The lobby of the Inn is empty and there are neat and tidy tables and chairs, but there are no guests, so the silence makes the heart tremble.

This discovery made Cheng Hao’s heart tensed. After a while, he was a little bit uncertain about whether this Inn was the hope of survival, or the bustling streets that was the real place to survive?

“Guest, do you stay in the store or hit the tip?” On the corner of the west side of the lobby, an old man seemed to be the shopkeeper of this Inn. The lazily stood up from the counter, and asked Cheng Hao with some sleepy eyes.

“Is there an Inn at the hotel?” Cheng Hao asked a deep breath.

“The guest is lucky. There is just one room. Only the ordinary room is left. The upper room is already full. I wonder if the guest can’t live?” the old man yawned and asked.

Cheng Hao’s heart tightened, the lobby was empty, but the shopkeeper told him that the room was almost full, and there was only the last one left.

This Inn, is it a ghost shop? Could it be that this is the place where the most real evil spirits haunt, and the lively streets outside are the real place of survival?

At this moment, Cheng Hao truly understood the meaning of this gambling, and what was placed in front of him now was the real gambling.

What he wants to bet on now is whether this Inn, which looks like a ghost shop, is a real place to survive. If he chooses a wrong step, he is likely to be swallowed by evil spirits, and he will turn into a ghost, and be trapped here forever. 3 inches in the world.

“Guest, it’s going to get dark soon, are you going to live or not?” Seeing Cheng Hao’s silence, Inn Boss became a little impatient. He raised his head and glanced at the sky outside, and urged some eagerly.

Live or not? This is a problem, one can’t fix it, but it’s deadly!