Wu alchemy body

Chapter 546

Sun Yi stared blankly, watching the dying god king leave, smiled bitterly, held the soul orb in his hand, and stretched his own strength into the soul orb, but the inside was like a dead thing, empty, this is really a soul orb ?

"The energy of the soul orb has been compressed to return to its original nature. It isolates your power, not to mention you, even the god king can't detect the soul power inside." Jin Shu explained, paused and said: "As for how To use it, you just need to put it in your Qiankun bag, I have my own way."

"Okay." Sun Yi nodded, and with a thought, the soul orb appeared in his universe bag.

What surprised Sun Yi was that after this soul orb entered his universe, traces of imperceptible power slowly poured into the sea of ​​consciousness along his meridians, and entered the golden book, and the golden book would let out a comfortable moan from time to time.

However, some very little power dissipated in his martial arts platform and martial soul, which made him feel relaxed and brightened from the soul.

"Boy, it's cheap for you. When the old man absorbs it, [-]% should be returned to you. This soul power should make your martial soul stronger. Your comprehension ability is very strong. With these The nourishment of the soul power will be even stronger, but it is a pity that this soul orb can only restore one-thousandth of the soul power."

Jin Shu said lightly, although the quality of the soul power in this soul bead is not as good as the remnant soul of the emperor absorbed long ago, but it is better than more, it can prevent him from having to sleep to maintain his soul power, he understands, The stronger Sun Yi is, the faster he can recover. The two are grasshoppers on the same line.

Sun Yi's face froze. Jin Shu said that even he could not bear the majestic soul power in this soul orb, but this only restored him to one-thousandth. What is the strength.

Is it the God Emperor or the God Emperor? Could it be the strength beyond the God Emperor? He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

"Is this the so-called improvement of IQ?"

Sun Yi was stunned, smiled, and casually threw the mace to Pangbo, which just matched his tower-like body, and Pangbo's hand sank immediately, and he was knocked down by the important roar of this stick. On the ground, a huge deep pit was smashed.

He also heard the old man's words, the damaged fairy-level weapon, darling, this is also very precious, thank you repeatedly, and put it away like a baby.

"Let's go back." Sun Yi patted Pangbo on the shoulder, turned around, and glanced at the lively market.

This time the harvest was not small, not only got a batch of elixir, but more importantly, Jin Shu got the soul orb, which was quite fruitful.

Immediately, the two of them walked through the extremely crowded market and slowly came to the exit of the market.

Then... At this moment, something in the sky flew towards Sun Yi, and rolled at Sun Yi's feet with a gurgle, bringing blood all over the ground.

"A head." Sun Yi's eyes froze, it turned out to be a head that flew over, and the head was a warrior from the Ninth Level of the Altar, who could cut off the head of a strong man from the Ninth Level of the Altar in public.

Sun Yi cast his eyes in the direction where the head flew in doubt, where there were countless roaring voices.

On the huge grandstand, there is a roaring sound like the tide, and there are rows of trapezoidal seats, with about 5000 people sitting.

Among them, the weakest ones are all at the alchemy level, and there are hundreds of warriors at the altar level.

"Why is that man so useless? He was beheaded by Scar in just a few moves, and I lost ten top-grade primordial stones." A person blushed and reprimanded him, looking at an ancient Roman arena in the center. The same round gambling platform.

"Don't talk about it, I wanted to get rid of it, and bet fifty high-grade primordial stones, thinking that the eighth-level realm of the Scar Altar would definitely be no match for that person, but now I lost everything." One person clenched his fist and said.

Such sighs and discussions sounded from time to time.

This is the gambling table set up by some families or powerful people in the gambling city privately. People gamble, bet on who wins and who loses, set odds, and attract countless strong people to come to try their luck or fight.

At this moment, on this gambling platform, a man with a ferocious scar was holding a big knife dripping with blood, and looked at the strong men around him with a ferocious expression, but there was an indelible indelible mark on his left face. Slave word.

He is the slave of this gambling table, he can live if he wins, and he may die if he loses, he has no freedom of his own.

The so-called slave fighting, they used to be nobles from various major sects, or prisoners on death row, or strong men who were exterminated. They were captured by others, branded as slaves, sold to casinos, and became tools for others to enjoy and make money.

"Everyone be quiet, the next round of betting is about to begin. Is there any strong man who dares to challenge the scar? If he wins, he will be rewarded generously. I will give everyone a piece of incense time. If not, then there will be a bet on the arena itself. Out of people."

A shrewd middle-aged man stood in the stands, and his thick voice was clearly conveyed. It may not seem surprising, but in fact this middle-aged man is a strong man with three and a half steps.

This is normal, if there is no strong person to deter such a big gambling force, even the skin will be stripped in this chaotic gambling city.

As soon as the middle-aged man's voice fell, the stands suddenly started chattering and discussing.

"You ugly slave, don't come back if you lose.'

Somewhere in the stands, an indifferent voice rang out. The person who spoke was wearing a white shirt and looked handsome. What made people's hearts tremble was that this person was definitely not more than a hundred years old, but his restrained aura was even stronger than Xingyang's. Be strong.

And beside him, stood a strong man with a black mask covering his face. From the tone of this noble young man, it was clear that this man was a slave.

This is a very normal thing in the gambling city. Many strong people will not risk their lives. They usually buy some slaves and gamble for themselves.

Soon, when a stick of incense was about to be lit, the ugly slave rushed to the battle platform, and said in a hoarse voice: "I bet on myself to win with a thousand high-grade primordial stones."

"Okay." The middle-aged man's eyes froze, he looked at the ugly slave in his eyes, and was shocked in his heart. Although the ugly slaves of the Li family did not fight many battles, they defeated their opponents cruelly in every battle, and their strength was extremely strong.

The Li family should have come here to mess things up, but even so, the middle-aged man still had a smile on his face, and he returned as he went. He knew that others were coming to mess things up, but he had to abide by the rules, otherwise Gambling Shop No. [-] would know that they broke the rules Don't stay in this casino.

"Scar fights Ugly Slave, until one party admits defeat or dies! Now start betting on who will live and who will die." The middle-aged man shouted loudly, setting off a climax: "Give you another stick of incense time, bet on Scar, One to one one two, betting on the ugly slave, one to two odds!"

After the words fell, the middle-aged man stared at Scar with sharp eyes, and said via voice transmission: "This ugly slave is extremely powerful, if you lose, you don't need to live anymore."

Scar's body trembled, and cruelty flickered in his eyes, which was a warning to him, death or life, there was no admitting defeat.

(End of this chapter)