God was three feet above his head, and the human world was three inches away from his palm!
The Three Inches Man Super Power was a Super Power that gambled with one's life. It was a gamble on whose life was tougher!
If not for the fact that he was forced into a dead end, Cheng Hao would not have wanted to use it. But now that he was being attacked by three True God level powerhouses at the same time, even if he used the transmigration ability of his right eye, it would be too late. He had no choice but to use this desperate ability.
In this absolutely still glowing space, a transparent glowing ball suddenly appeared three inches away from Cheng Hao's palm. It was not affected at all. It floated in the void and rotated quietly.
Weng!
Then, mysterious Dao inscriptions flashed in the glowing ball. The light spread out, and suddenly, the entire glowing space was covered by countless Dao inscriptions. It was as if this place had become the origin of the Great Dao.
It was like a dream, like an illusion, like reality, like an illusion. When Cheng Hao and the three Real Gods recovered from the state of stillness, they realized that they were on a busy street.
On both sides of the street, there were peddlers calling out their wares, passersby chatting, and horse carriages. The scene in front of them was no different from a mortal market.
Standing on the side of the street, Cheng Hao was silent for a while. He then understood his current state.
At this moment, he should be in the mortal world created by the Three-Inch Human Realm. There was no trace of divine power in his body, and he couldn't sense any trace of his primordial spirit. Even if he casually pinched his arm, Cheng Hao would feel pain.
Without a doubt, in this world, he was just an ordinary person. He could be injured, and he could also die. If he lost the gamble, he could very well be exiled forever in this half-real, half-false, half-real world.
While Cheng Hao was silently sensing his current state, on the other side of the street, the Real Gods of the Purple Moon Sanctuary and the two Real Masters of the Divine Eye Clan had already been forced to change their appearances. They were the most ordinary mortals. They were defenseless and looked at the passersby on the street, dumbfounded.
"Are we in an illusion?" the Third True Master of the Divine Eye Clan asked hesitantly.
"It shouldn't be an illusion. My Purple Moon Scepter is a supreme true treasure bestowed by the Sacred Leader. It is immune to all kinds of illusions. That human brat doesn't have the ability to pull us into an illusion at the same time!" At that moment, the Purple Moon True God, who was wearing a purple cotton robe and looked like a village girl, stood on the street and looked around. She spoke with certainty.
"Then tell me, what is this place? Where did all our cultivation go? " The Third True Master was a little impatient. Now that he had lost his strength, there was a ball of fury in his heart that he desperately wanted to vent.
"Hey, you three country bumpkins have been standing in front of my stall for a long time. Are you going to buy my watermelon or not? If you don't want to buy, then scram! Don't delay my business! "
While the three of them were looking around, the middle-aged man selling watermelons at the stall next to them was getting impatient. He started to chase them away while cursing.
"Lowly ant, you dare to insult me?" Third True Master could no longer suppress his irritation and threw a punch at the owner of the watermelon stall.
Bang!
However, before the Third True Master's fist landed on the stall owner's body, his body flew backward and rolled on the ground for more than three meters before he stopped rolling.
"Bah! I've been selling watermelons on Soul Calming Street for 20 years. I've seen all kinds of hooligans. You're just a skinny monkey. Do you believe that I won't kill all of you with a knife? "
The stall owner put one hand on his waist and held a watermelon knife in the other. He waved the knife in front of the Third True Master's head, as if saying, "If you don't scram, I'll give you two slashes!"
The Third True Master swallowed his saliva. Although he had lost his cultivation, the sense of crisis in his heart had not weakened by much. He had a feeling that if he was stabbed a few times by the watermelon knife, he might really die!
The fight between the three of them on the street naturally attracted the attention of the people on the street. Cheng Hao was mixed in the crowd and clearly saw the scene. After seeing the Third True Master and the others admit defeat, he quietly walked out of the crowd and kept thinking about what the watermelon stall owner had said.
"Soul Calming Street? Could it be that this gamble has something to do with ghosts? "
After wandering aimlessly on the street for half a day, Cheng Hao discovered something unusual. That was, there was a piece of yellow paper under the table of every stall. He knew very well what this meant.
At this point, Cheng Hao was finally convinced of his guess. This gamble of life was very likely related to ghosts. It was a gamble of whose life was tougher, and who would be able to survive in the body of a mortal in the case of an evil spirit being released from its cage.
"If there really is an evil spirit, then whether it's me or those True Gods, we're all just mortals. None of us can survive. Since my Three Inch Human Realm mystique is a gamble of life, then one party will definitely survive. In other words, there's definitely a chance of survival on this mortal street. It's just that there's only one chance. Whoever finds it first will survive!"
Thinking of this, Cheng Hao didn't dare to waste any time. He looked up at the sky and saw that the sun had already set halfway down the mountain. Before the sun completely set, he might be completely trapped in this mysterious Three Inch Human World.
Cheng Hao knew very well that he was alone and there were three opponents. He didn't have an advantage in terms of numbers, but he was the caster of this remarkable ability. He knew that this remarkable ability was a life gamble, and he also knew that he had to take the initiative to find a clue to survive.
The advantage of information was the only advantage he had over the three True Gods. If he couldn't find a chance to survive before the three True Gods reacted, then his chances of winning would be much slimmer.
Cheng Hao walked along the street. He didn't dare to move too quickly in case he missed any clues. Before the sun completely set, he finally found something unusual on the side of the street.
Cheng Hao was standing at the entrance of an inn on the side of the street. The name of the inn was very interesting. It was called the Soul Subduing Inn. After walking for so long, this was the first time he saw an inn on the side of the street.
Seeing that the sun was about to completely set, Cheng Hao became more and more anxious. He didn't have time to explore other places, so he immediately pushed open the door of the inn and strode in.
The lobby of the inn was empty. The tables and chairs were arranged neatly, but there were no guests. The silence made one's heart tremble.
This discovery caused Cheng Hao's heart to tighten. Instantly, he was slightly unable to make up his mind. Was this inn the hope of survival, or was the bustling and bustling streets the true place of survival?
"Sir, do you want to stay or have a meal?" In the west corner of the lobby, an old man who seemed to be the shopkeeper of this inn stood up lazily from the counter and asked Cheng Hao with sleepy eyes.
"Stay. Are there any more inns?" Cheng Hao took a deep breath and asked.
"Sir, you're in luck. There's just one room left, but it's only an ordinary room. The superior rooms are already full. Do you still want to stay?" The old man yawned and asked.
Cheng Hao's heart tightened. The lobby was empty, but the shopkeeper told him that the rooms were almost full. There was only one room left.
This inn couldn't be a haunted shop, right? Could it be that this was the place where the evil spirits roamed, and the bustling street outside was the real place of survival?
At this moment, Cheng Hao truly understood the meaning of this life and death gamble. What was in front of him now was the real life and death gamble.
What he was betting on now was whether this inn that looked like a haunted shop was a real place of survival or not. If he made a wrong choice, he might be devoured by evil spirits and become a malicious spirit himself, forever trapped in this three-inch world of the human world.
"Sir, it's going to be dark soon. Are you staying or not?" Seeing Cheng Hao's silence, the innkeeper was a little impatient. He looked up at the sky outside and urged him anxiously.
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