On the moon white robe is the moon white hood.

The hood was shattered and showed an emotionless face, looking at him mechanically.

At the same time, the entire square, people wearing moon-white robes, arranged like an army, turned their heads together, and looked at him without emotion.

"monster!"

Tu Sha's heart trembled when he was seen, gritted his teeth and cursed, and strode into the hall.

"You are full and you are seen by the snake deacon. Are you good to eat?" Zhang Xiaofeng scolded with an ugly expression.

"The leader, my subordinates are unhappy..."

Tu Sha said angrily, "Brothers from the five strongholds, the Snake Deacon gave up all of them in one word."

Zhang Xiaofeng's face looked even more ugly: "You know his methods very well. If you don't listen to him, we will all die... The next thing is no longer something we can interfere. Be smart!"

Tu Sha's chest was undulating: "Leader, can we only be slaughtered?"

Zhang Xiaofeng opened a jar of wine and drank it in big mouthfuls: "Lao Tu, people have to live to be valuable, and only valuable can they live. Living is more important than anything else, and the rest are all clouds..."

Tu Sha was extremely unwilling to give up: "It's hateful. If I had spiritual roots in my body, how could they allow them to ride on my Tu Sha's head!"

"oh?"

Suddenly, a gorgeously dressed noble man walked in outside the hall. He was wearing a silver-gray dark clothes and a silver-blue velvet robe. He held a snow-white cigarette pole in his hand. His steps were elegant and leisurely, and his handsome and innocent face had an indifferent smile.

The most eye-catching thing is his silver hair, shining and dazzling.

"I love to hear what you said very much." He looked at Tu Sha with a smile.

The wine jar in Zhang Xiaofeng fell to the ground and stood up with a pale face: "Sir, Lao Tu is not intentionally offending, please forgive me..." Although he didn't know who the noble son was, he had learned about his methods and respected him even more than that of the snake deacon.

The noble young master ignored him and smiled at Tu Sha and said, "The evil aura on you is so perfect. I seem to have seen a masterpiece that shocked the world..."

"Let's bet." His tone was already tempted.

"What are you betting on?" Tu Sha was stunned.

"Gambling on life." The noble young master raised his mouth, and an indescribable evil aura, and a strong wind roared in the hall.

Tu Sha felt cold for no reason: "How can you bet?"

The noble young master said, "If you win, I will give you spiritual roots."

"Tao seriously?" Tu Sha's eyes lit up.

Zhang Xiaofeng's breathing stagnated.

Spirit root!

Spirit root!

Spirit root!

Spiritual roots mean immortality...Eternal life means living, always living, living for a long time...

A flash of lightning suddenly broke through his mind, and he shuddered: "What are you losing?"

The noble young master smiled in a low voice: "I lost, I want all of you."

"Gambling!" Tu Sha reached out and took off the demon-slaying stick, "Dong" shocked the earth, "How do you decide the winner or lose?"

"Old Tu, think it clearly..." Zhang Xiaofeng was in a complicated mood, but he still spoke up to remind him.

Tu Sha said in a deep voice: "Leader, I think clearly. Instead of living, it is better to fight."

"Yes, how can you decide the winner or lose?" said the noble young master leisurely.

Tu Sha smiled cunningly and took out a pair of dice cups from his arms: "How about a dice, how about a win or a loss?"

"You actually carry dice with you, I like it." The noble young master narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Then let's start."

Tu Sha secretly used his internal strength, and the dice cup flew up, and then landed lightly on the back of his hand. He pressed the dice cover and looked at the noble young master provocatively: "Sir, should you be too big or too small?"

The noble young master slowly smoked a mouthful of dry tobacco and said, "No matter whether I choose the big or small, you can use your internal force to change the points. Wouldn't I lose?"

Tu Sha's face changed: "Sir, this is insulting me, I never cheat on the gambling table."

"Then I will choose the eldest." said the noble young master.

"I have no regrets when I make a move, are you sure?" Tu Sha's face was full of excitement.

"Open." The noble man sprayed a sip of smoke at him, and the blurred blue smoke wrapped him up. He fanned away in disgust and fear. At this moment, he knew the points in the dice cup clearly, so he had to change it; but he suddenly realized that the internal force in the dantian had no response, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"What's wrong?" The noble man laughed in a low voice.

Tu Sha left beads of sweat the size of beans on his face, and his hands holding the dice cover trembled. He looked at the noble master in fear, "You have the magical means, how do I know if you have seen through the points long ago!"

The noble master said: "Only the winning or losing within the rules can make me feel happy."

He said that, he gently hooked his fingers, and Tusha's hand couldn't help but open it. The dice cup was fourteen o'clock.

"You lost." The noble young master laughed.

Tu Sha said anxiously: "Come on again, this is not counting. You must have used spells to peek at points!"

The noble young master looked at him and his expression slowly became cold: "No one can take away the pleasure I deserve."

The evil spirit in the eyes of the slaughtered evil spirits suddenly threw away the dice, grabbed the demon-slaughter stick and smashed it on the noble master's head.

The noble man took a sip of cigarette and then spit out black smoke.

The black smoke suddenly penetrated into Tusha's body. His movements froze, and he fell to the ground and twitched desperately, as if something was shaking his soul, causing him to make a strange "hoho" sound involuntarily.

He lay on the ground, his face was already dull, his head slightly raised, and his eyes were staring at Zhang Xiaofeng empty.

Zhang Xiaofeng fell back into a chair in fear.

The next moment, Tu Sha's body decomposed inch by inch and turned into black dust.

The noble young master's face flashed with enthusiasm, and he opened his mouth wide in his image, sucking all the black dust into his stomach. Then he sighed with satisfaction, and his expression gradually changed:

"Ah, this supreme pleasure..."

He made a comfortable sound like a slim into his bone marrow, his whole body trembled, like a hysteria, or an epilepsy attack.

"I love this world so much, where are you?"

He leaned back with a strange movement, his head drooped 90 degrees, and his eyes hung upside down at Zhang Xiaofeng.

Zhang Xiaofeng was so scared that he hurried on the chair: "Humans, the world is good... so I beg you, don't kill me..."

"Hey, why did I kill you?" The noble young master suddenly returned to normal and said with a smile.

Zhang Xiaofeng was panting and calmed down a little. He looked at the noble prince's back as he left and suddenly said, "Sir, don't you use magic points?"

The noble young master stopped, turned his head and looked at him with a smile: "Why should I watch?"

Zhang Xiaofeng whispered: "Because, if you lose, you will give him spiritual roots."

"I said that only wins and losses within the rules can bring joy." said the noble young master.

"Then won't you achieve your goal?" Zhang Xiaofeng said.

"You are wrong." said the noble young master.

"Where was wrong?" Zhang Xiaofeng said.

The noble young master smiled in a low voice: "If he wins the spiritual root, do you want breathing techniques? Do you want spells? I have the inheritance of a top Qi Refiner. Do you think he will not be moved?"

Zhang Xiaofeng was shocked all over. He finally understood that from the beginning of this bet, there was no possibility of Tusha winning, because the other party was the one who was the dealer. The dealer was strong and could continue to lose, but as long as the gambler lost once, he would lose everything.

The noble young master chuckled and said, "Do you bet? Although your taste is a little worse, I can give you a chance. I have everything here, as long as you can win."

But as long as he abides the rules, I will win once or twice...

Spiritual roots, exercises...

Stop twice if you win...

Zhang Xiaofeng's eyes flashed, his heart was beating "bang", and suddenly nodded like a devil.

At the entrance of the hall, the guard who was slapped by Tusha suddenly walked towards the side hall. As soon as he moved, the back of the moon-white robe was revealed, with mountains, rivers, plants, sun, moon and stars embroidered on it. This is the symbol of the Shendu Sect, which implies that everything in this world belongs to the supreme will.

In the side hall, the snake deacon sat on a rattan chair with cages on both sides, and hundreds of people were locked up.

In addition to him, four or five other believers in costumes were busy. They grabbed the people in the cage one by one, and no matter how the other begged for mercy, they had no expression on their faces. They pressed the other's head and then emitted a cold light. The person who was caught immediately twitched all over, his eyes rolled up, his urine and defecation were incontinence, and his nose and saliva were splattered everywhere.

After a moment, the high-level believer shook his head and said, "It's not him." He threw it to the low-level believer waiting aside for processing.

He hadn't heard of the filthy things all over the ground.

"Speed ​​up." The snake deacon urged, then looked at the churchgod who had just walked in and said, "What's the matter?"

The believers told the story of the main hall.

"This guy suddenly asked to cooperate with us, so he would definitely be unhappy." The Deacon Snake smiled gloomyly, "No matter what, he came to the door by himself, so we can use it well and kill a few people, let him go."

He glanced at the prisoners in the cages on both sides, "Aside from the seventeen states of Liuguo, all the merchants named Wang have been arrested, and it is meaningless to expand the scope. The chess piece of the Tiantao Alliance is useless. However, if the Tixing Department wants to chew this bone, it has to pay a price."

"Where have those Qi Refiners?"

A high-level monk paused and bowed and said, "Sir, you have arrived at the foot of the mountain."
To be continued...