Yan Zhexian was quite interested and asked, "How do you see that it has been sacrificed?"

Zhang Ruochen talked eruditely and said, "There were records in classics that time and space corals were born in Xingwu and grew up in ancient mines. They were as white as jade. They formed trees in the mortal world, divided into black and white, and shone with light for 500 miles. March day and March night are one day."

It means that the corals in the time and space were born in the Haishi Xingwu and grew on the ancient divine mine. At first, they were as white as jade. After the Yuanhui disaster, they turned into two-color black colors. Within five hundred miles of light, three months were day, three months were night, and half a year was one day.

Zhang Ruochen said: "It can be seen from this that even the black and white space-time coral tree is extremely slow within the range of light. It takes only one day to pass under the tree for half a year. Moreover, this time flow rate is very stable."

"There are few records in the texts of the time and space coral trees above the three colors."

"The colorful coral tree in time and space is unheard of. If it is a living tree, it will definitely alarm many gods, with a value far exceeding the supreme holy weapon, and it can even compare prices with divine weapons."

"The spatial power emitted by this colorful coral tree is very unstable and the power of time is quite disordered. It is obvious that it is both a dead tree and has been sacrificed by someone."

The monk, who was covered in black veil, had a chaotic and hoarse voice and said, "How do you know it is a dead tree? What if it is not dead?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "The coral of time and space can survive only in the ancient divine mine. If it is not nourished, it will die soon."

Ye Xiao, who was in charge of the auction, pointed to the gambling platform and said, "Didn't you see that there is a cauldron of divine mud under the colorful coral tree? When it was dug out from the ancient god's tomb, the divine mud was already there, and the divine nature was not lost."

The old man, the seven-handed man of Gamblers, showed his yellow teeth, and his smile was a bit ferocious, saying, "Even a dead tree is of great value."

Yan Zhexian nodded and agreed with the view of the Seven-Handed Old Man.

Even if it is just a dead tree of the colorful coral tree, it should be worth more than 100,000 divine stones. If you are lucky, the colorful coral tree is not completely dead, even if it has a trace of vitality, with the foundation of the Yanluo clan, there is a certain chance to feed it again.

When you bet on that state, what are tens of thousands of divine stones?

Zhang Ruochen said: "If the dead tree that has been sacrificed successfully and is well preserved, it is of great value. It can catch up with the Supreme Holy Artifact. Selling hundreds of thousands of divine stones is no problem."

At that time, Zhang Ruochen's seven-yuan king holy weapon "Mingyang Divine Wheel" sold 300,000 divine stones in the Star Sea World because of the opportunity to cultivate the supreme holy weapon.

True supreme holy tools are priceless and no one will sell them out.

Seeing that this space monk seemed to have some vision, Yan Zhexian asked, "How many divine stones do you think this colorful coral tree is worth?"

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the chips on the gambling table and said, "I don't think there is any need to raise the bet!"

Yan Zhexian's lips were slightly pursed, his eyes became suspicious, and he said, "Do you think this colorful coral tree has failed to be sacrificed? Or is it improperly preserved, it has been in name only and is worthless?"

"I have said just now that the space here is unstable and time is disordered. Even if it is just a dead tree, it should not be in this state." Zhang Ruochen said.

A great saint of the corpse tribe who was watching, mocked: "Don't you know that since the colorful coral tree has been sacrificed, it has been turned into a piece of instrument. All instruments need energy to be activated to show their power."

This great saint of the corpse clan is the pale son of the Palace of Eternal Life.

He was wearing a blue-clothed Taoist robe, a Taoist crown, a whisk in his hand, a moon mark on his forehead, and a fishy smell of rotten corpse.

Yan Zhexian asked, "How sure are you?"

"What I just said is speculation, and I may only have 30% to 40% of the time." Zhang Ruochen did not dare to say too much. After all, this Miss Yan is not an easy-to-dispute person.

If she makes a mistake in judgment, she will lose 150,000 divine stones, she will not be as easy to talk to as Cang Jie.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter to you, just tell the truth.

"I am so sure, I am sure, what is the difference between being blind gambling?"

Paleozi and other onlookers laughed.

Yan Zhexian became hesitant, and 150,000 divine stones had been cast. If you believe this space monk with unknown identity, you will not raise the bet and stop the loss in time, which means that all divine stones will be wasted.

Even if she was born noble, she would never be able to take it out. She had to ask her for it with her ancestors.

If the ancestor knew that she would lose 150,000 divine stones on the gambling table, she would definitely be punished.

I am unwilling to give up, I am really unwilling to give up.

"No, no, if it is something worthless, how could the seven-handed old man, known as the God of Gambling, bet on 140,000 divine stones?"

Yan Zhexian immediately suspected that this space monk with unknown identity was arranged by the Seven-Handed Old Man?

The seven-handed old man will win every bet, and he is obviously proficient in human mind calculations.

Zhang Ruochen saw Yan Zhexian’s thoughts and felt speechless. He sighed secretly, with your experience, he actually dared to bet with the existence of the gambling god level. He really felt tired for your ancestors of the Yan Luo clan.

After all, he is also the child's mother. If he loses the bet and his mentality is broken, it will be very bad for the child.

Zhang Ruochen didn't want to watch her fall into the pit, and decided to do his best to help her win the game or reduce her losses.

Of course, everyone present had the top saints with extraordinary eyesight, and there was also the legendary god of gambling, and Zhang Ruochen was not absolutely sure.

The god of gambling would occasionally stare at Zhang Ruochen with a smile on his face. His smile was quite strange, which put a lot of pressure on Zhang Ruochen. He always felt that his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all the unknowns in the world.

Zhang Ruochen suspected that his art of change had been seen through by the god of gambling.

Zhang Ruochen abandoned all the distracting thoughts in his heart, looked at Ye Xiao, and said, "If I knew that the identity of the owner of the ancient god tomb that dug out the colorful coral tree, I might be able to make a more accurate judgment."

The old man Qishou laughed like a ghost: "It makes sense, at least we can judge whether he has the ability to sacrifice treasures of the level of the seven-colored coral tree."

Everyone's eyes looked at Ye Xiao.

Ye Xiao said: "This..."

"I think we have the right to know." Yan Zhexian said.

Ye Xiao's face hesitated and said cautiously: "Please wait, I have to ask the poster."

A clear and pleasant sound penetrated the crystal wall and came from a certain direction in the Palace of Goddess, and rang in the casino: "No need, tell them."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes looked in the direction where the sound came.

Through the crystal walls and the thick night, he saw a woman standing like a bright moon standing on a vermilion tower in the palace complex in the distance.

Just a glance, the figure of the woman disappeared.

Is she the owner of the Goddess Building?

There were only three people in the entire gambling hall. They judged the woman's position and stared at her.

In addition to Zhang Ruochen, the other two are the Seven-handed Old Man and Paleozi.

Ye Xiao said: "The owner of the ancient god tomb has been an extremely long existence. Judging from the various objects dug out, he should be the Lord of the Desolation and Fortune."

When most monks present heard this name, they looked confused.

Zhang Ruochen absorbed the knowledge of the Heavenly Divine Tree, closed his eyes and searched, and found a trace of information about the Ancestor of the Desolation and Fortune. He was a strong man from the front of the Yuanhui, belonging to the Stone Clan in the Hell Realm, and known as the Lord of the Gods of the Stone Clan.

When Zhang Ruochen found the information, Ye Xiao also told some information about the Lord of Far and Rouge.

"It turns out to be the Lord of the God of Rebirth. I have heard some of his legends. He is indeed an amazing god."

"The Temple of the Dead actually dug out the tomb of the Lord of Rehmann and Rong. How many good things have to be dug out?"

"When this news spread, the strong men of the Stone Clan will definitely go to trouble the Undead Hall. No wonder Ye Xiao didn't dare to make a statement, but the owner of the post was brave."

"I don't believe that the Temple of the Undead can really dig the tomb of the Lord of the Far and Wind God. Even if it is digging, it probably will only be part of the area."

...

Although millions of years have passed since the era of the Lord of the Resistance and Fortune, even if the body and spirit of a great man like him have disappeared, his name can still be passed down through the ages.

Leaving a name through the ages is something that all gods in the world dream of.

"With the cultivation of the Lord of the Rest and Wind, it is not difficult to sacrifice and refine the colorful coral trees."

"It seems that the colorful coral tree has been sacrificed into a treasure of time and space, and its value is likely to be above the supreme holy weapon."

"Oh my God, such a treasure, the Temple of Dead is willing to hand it over to the Gambling City of the Goddess Building?"

...

The old man with seven hands snorted: "Blindly optimistic! The Lord of the Rest and Wind God has fallen forty or fifty Yuanhui. The immortal bodies of the gods may have been corroded into bones. How could the colorful coral trees not be corroded?"

Someone retorted, saying: "The Lord of the Desolation and the Fortune must have recorded divine patterns and supreme inscriptions on the colorful coral trees, which can withstand the corrosion of time."

"The God of Gamblers said this, just because he was afraid that others would raise the price too high." Paleozi smiled and said with a sarcastic look.

Zhang Ruochen inadvertently stared at Pan Baizi, thinking in his heart that this corpse Taoist cultivation is definitely not a master without a divine stone. He didn't leave the scene to participate in the gambling, but he kept talking to him.

Could it be that the secret entrustment invited by the Goddess Tower?

The six great saints who had only bet a thousand divine stones all showed signs of intent, but when they saw that the divine stones that had bet a hundred thousand had been bet on the gambling platform, they all shook their heads in a dismay.

"I bet on two hundred thousand divine stones."

The black veil monk who had never spoken much threw out seven black chip cards and added 70,000 divine stones at one time.

The old man Qishou smiled and said, "I'm with me."

Immediately, he threw out seven black chip cards and bet on 210,000 divine stones.

A smile appeared on Paleozi's pale and cunning face, saying, "Didn't the God of Gamblers just said that the colorful coral tree is very likely to have been corroded? Why do you raise the bet yourself, so refreshing?"

The old man Qishou said, "Anyway, I have taken out all the divine stones. I don't care, so I will add another 70,000 divine stones. What if... what if there is a 10% or 20% chance to win the bet?"

Pale Zi's eyes glanced at Yan Zhexian without leaving any trace and smiled: "The words of the God of Gambling can only deceive the little girl."

Yan Zhexian obviously believed in the eyes of the seven-handed old man, and he picked up seven black chip cards and prepared to call.

Zhang Ruochen held her arm.

"Let go? You dare to touch my girl's hand. Do you believe it or not and chop off your hand?" Yan Zhexian's eyes were cold and a divine flame sport appeared on his arm.

Zhang Ruochen let the divine flame burn his hands, secretly transmitted a voice, and said coldly: "Listen to my advice, don't raise the bets."
To be continued...