Volume 1 Chapter 1566 Betting

Chapter 1566 Betting

Zhang Pa ejected several lighting beads in succession, which scattered in all directions, illuminating this rocky space. All he could see were uneven stones, nothing else, and naturally no flames.

The danger was gone, and Zhang Pa used his soul in the iron block to ask God's Heart how it was now. God's Heart didn't answer, and Zhang Pa was about to ask again, when he suddenly realized that his body couldn't move. A force came out of the iron block and covered him, and then he saw the big iron block shouting like a human, shouting: "Open." Power surged out of the iron block again, and this time the power was even stronger, hitting the surrounding rock walls directly, making a continuous rumbling sound.

Amid the rumbling sound, there was a very crisp crackling sound, and the space that imprisoned Zhang Pa actually broke, and many rock fragments fell down. Zhang Pa was shocked when he saw this, could he rush out? At this time, the Heart of God shouted again: "Open." So, this space really opened, and the sound of crackling continued. After a while, Zhang Pa and the Heart of God saw the light of the outside world again, and returned to the beautiful garden with colorful butterflies flying, flowers and leaves.

There was no more darkness in the space, and no more strange reflections on the face when the red or blue fire was burning, as if everything was just a dream, and after waking up, the world was still beautiful.

Zhang Pa knew that it was not a dream, not because the gods did not dream, but because he was very tired! At this time, he was weak all over, seriously lacking in divine power, and did not want to move at all.

At that time, the Heart of God released a strong force, which caused the blue fire to splash. In order to save his life, he had to try his best to condense the shield to resist. It was only three short breaths, but it seemed as long as the past three years. In short, it made him very tired.

The biggest problem was that not only was he tired, but the Heart of God also almost exhausted all his divine power, and was more tired than him. For the first time, the soul that he left in the Heart of God clearly sensed the fluctuation of the breath in the iron block. A big piece of iron had the same lack of divine power as he did. In order to keep Zhang Pa safe, the Heart of God knew that he could only passively defend if he stayed in the magic circle, so he tried his best to attack the magic circle directly regardless of whether he could succeed or not. As a result, he succeeded, but the Heart of God exhausted almost all of his divine power.

With this discovery, Zhang Pa didn't think about it, took away the colorful cloud shield outside his body, quickly took out the elixir and immortal wine, fed the elixir into his mouth, and took out two bottles of immortal wine at the same time, pouring them on the iron block.

They just escaped from the flames, and the first thing they did after returning was to check their own injuries, and then seize the time to recover their divine power, without paying any attention to the situation in the garden.

At this time, the old madman was standing in front of a stalk of Brilliant Star Grass, tilting his head to look at them, with a slight surprise on his face. After watching for a long time, the old madman clapped his hands, as if he had watched a very good drama, admiring and unbelievable, but the surprise on his face disappeared, replaced by the original spring breeze-like smile.

The sound of his slap caught Zhang Pa's attention. He looked up at him, thought for a while and said, "Are you sick?"

The old madman was stunned again. How could this guy say such a thing? After being calculated by others, most people would either get angry; or accept their fate; or not accept their fate. When they know that they can't beat their opponents, they will endure it. Unlike this kid in front of him, he opened his mouth and asked him if he was sick? After thinking about it, the old madman smiled and asked, "What do you mean?"

The old madman wanted to ask Zhang Pa why he said he was sick, but he didn't expect Zhang Pa's answer to be beyond his expectations again. The guy said angrily, "I'm too lazy to talk to you." Then he sat cross-legged in front of him in a big way, and actually used his breath to restore his divine power.

Seeing this scene, the old madman chuckled and shook his head helplessly, thinking that this guy is crazier than me.

Zhang Pa thought clearly that he couldn't beat the old madman anyway, so it was useless for him to do anything. If that guy wanted to torment him, there were many ways, especially since the Heart of God was also seriously damaged, it would be better to practice as soon as possible and have more strength to protect himself.

He started to practice with this in mind, and the old madman really didn't bother him anymore, but watched him practice with interest. Anyway, for the old madman, even if Zhang Pa practiced to the strongest state, he was just a strong ant. How could he beat the old madman, who was like an elephant?

Zhang Pa was very focused, meditating for an hour, and then looked at the Heart of God. The reason why he woke up after an hour was because he was concerned about the Heart of God and wanted to see how it was now.

He used the split spirit in the iron block to check it briefly, and was very disappointed. The divine power in the iron block was almost exhausted, and the fairy wine that had just been poured over was only absorbed, and then there was no more. The body of the Heart of God was damaged, and even the instinct to absorb divine power was reduced a lot.

But it was already like this, Zhang Pa really couldn't think of a way to restore the Heart of God to its original state in a short time, and his cultivation was too low, even if he wanted to protect the Heart of God, he didn't have the strength. He just looked at the old madman, and then continued to meditate and practice.

In this situation, it would be useless even if he gave the Heart of God more fairy wine. If they cannot be absorbed and devoured by the Heart of God, they cannot use these powers properly, so what can be done with more immortal wine?

And the reason why Zhang Pa meditated was just to make himself as powerful as possible. It would be good to have more self-protection power, and at the same time, he also hoped to protect the damaged Heart of God.

At this time, the old madman had been standing in front of the Brilliant Star Grass. Zhang Pa meditated for an hour, and he stood for an hour without moving. Seeing that Zhang Pa was going to meditate again, the old madman said, "Wait a minute."

Zhang Pa opened his eyes and looked at him, his body still sitting cross-legged in meditation.

The old madman chuckled and said, "I'm surprised that you can break out of the formation, but with your level of cultivation, even if you practice for ten thousand years, well, well, even if you practice for a hundred years, it won't be enough for me. If your fingers are twisted, why bother holding on?"

Zhang Ai didn't say anything, his expression was calm, and he just looked at him quietly. Seeing Zhang Wei's expression, the old madman sighed: "Why do you have to go against me? I don't want to kill you, I just want to get that piece of iron. Look, that piece of iron has no power now. Give it to me, with the same conditions as before It’s still effective, I’ll make you a real master.”

Seeing that the old madman refused to give up, Zhang Wen smiled coldly and said firmly: "No!" Then he ignored what the old madman would say and just took the elixir and meditated with his eyes closed. He has a cloud shield on his body and a sky-tangled silk, one for defense and one for attack. In any case, he has the strength to fight, so he cannot give up.

Hearing Zhang Wen's firm answer, the old madman lost his patience. This kid is really stubborn. Thinking about it from the time he met him until now, even if he just came back from the blue sea of ​​hell, he was exhausted, but he still refused. Throw in the towel. And he couldn't really kill him. If he killed him, all the time would be wasted. What he wanted was not killing people, but the living heart of God.

So he stopped smiling and said softly: "Don't practice yet, let's talk." Zhang Wen ignored him and continued to meditate. The old madman ignored his reaction and just continued: "You can't beat me, and I don't want to kill you. Let's make a bet, shall we?" Zhang was still silent because of fear. The old madman took it as his acquiescence and continued. : "You can't beat me, and you can't leave here. I'll give you a chance. I know you have to survive the catastrophe to get here. Now I'll give you another chance to survive the catastrophe. As long as you can persist, I will let you go." You go, and you still have your iron piece. If you lose, you have to give it to me, and I will still meet any of your conditions, as long as I can do it."

It was difficult to calm down with the old madman talking around him, so Zhang was afraid that he would not be able to practice breathing. At this time, when he heard the old madman talking about making a bet and enduring a catastrophe, he opened his eyes and looked at them.

Seeing that Zhang was afraid that if he opened his eyes, he might be persuaded by himself, the old madman continued: "There is a well outside this garden, called the Immortal Well. It is one of the many weird places on the thirty-three days. There are no living things in it. , there is only a strange magic circle. I will throw you in and give you ten days. As long as you can come up, you will win. If you can't, the iron block will be mine. "

Hearing the old lunatic's words, Zhang was wondering where the Immortal Well was, let alone a terrifying mechanism for me to break into, wouldn't that mean death? You must know that this is thirty-three days, but he is a waste of the divine world who has never even gone to the first level of heaven. He looked at the old madman with questioning eyes.

Seeing his questioning look, the old madman smiled softly and said: "Don't worry, no one can die in the well. The Immortal Well should actually be called the Immortal Well. It is the well that tortures us. It is thirty meters deep and only two of you are as tall as you." , there is nothing at the bottom 20 meters, and after 20 meters, it starts to break, which is very torturous; for the ten meters downward from the well mouth, each meter is a checkpoint. The advantage is that no one is killed, but the disadvantage is that it is really torture. Human, but it’s okay, it won’t kill you anyway. When you can’t bear the pain, your body’s instinctive reaction will make you fall into coma, or you will stop and fall down the well. It’s only a few meters high, so you won’t die.”

The old madman said many things, but Zhang Ping still didn't reply. The old madman said: "You don't have to worry about me causing harm. That well is used to train your soul. As long as you can endure the pain, you can easily climb out. It's only ten meters away. Are you afraid?"

Used to hone the soul? Zhang Weijing felt a little excited at that moment, but he didn't believe that there was any pain in the world that could be more painful than refining and burning his soul, but what if he couldn't climb up? Do you want to give up the heart of God to others?

Seeing that he was acting like a dead man and just didn't speak, the old madman said coldly: "I have no patience anymore. You only have this one chance. If you don't agree, I will kill you at the worst."

This sentence is very cold, and there is a certain attitude of death. Zhang Ain thought about it seriously for a while, isn't it just to endure the pain? Bet! If one’s cultivation is not as good as that of others, how can one’s endurance of pain be inferior to that of others?

He thought clearly that the situation at hand was very unfavorable to him. If he could not defeat the old madman, he would not be able to leave, and the heart of God was seriously injured. If he kept going on, if he made the old madman angry, he would have no choice but to die. It's better to give it a try and leave if you win. If you lose, you'll die anyway. At worst, you'll die with the Heart of God.

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