'This melon kid finally got it!'
The three-eyed youth felt very gratified …
After watching Tyrannical Song's Three Corpses Incarnation answer one question after another, the three-eyed youth nodded silently, and secretly put back his bag of special grade cement and the sealing barrel.
At the same time, his voice became more perceptive, and it was no longer emotionless and cold.
Baishen smoothly answered the questions, and the three-eyed youth swiftly reported the questions. The scene was so natural and refined.
The eyeball butler flying in the sky revealed a satisfied smile — even in the sky, it was still paying attention to the progress of the bet.
Ba Shan was openly using cheats, while the three-eyed youth was secretly going easy on him. Both sides hit it off well.
Tacit understanding!
The two looked at each other, and their hearts were connected!
Then, time flew …
Just like that, Baishen smoothly lost the bet.
The eyeball butler floating in the sky raised its head and looked at the gloomy sky. It closed its eyes and acted like an uncomprehending hydrogen balloon.
The three-eyed youth slowly took out a tobacco pipe from his storage space and took a puff. He exhaled thick white smoke that enveloped Baishen and himself.
It had been a long time since he smoked the tobacco leaves in the tobacco pipe …
The three-eyed senior had quit smoking tens of thousands of years ago.
But now, if he didn't take a puff, he felt that he wouldn't be able to suppress his mental state.
'Isn't it obvious that I threw the game?
Isn't your cheat strong enough?
Is the question still too difficult?
Why did you still lose … even though it's already like this?
How can you treat me like this? '
The three-eyed youth lowered his head and looked at Baishen.
On the opposite side, Baishen was performing a mechanical dance … and it was the kind that was slowed down by several hundred times.
He was like a robot whose battery was about to run out; his movements were slow and stiff.
At this time, Baishen seemed to want to stretch out his hand.
But just this' stretching out 'action was tiring. It was as if someone had cast the' Thousand Times Slow Technique 'on him. Only after trembling for a long time did he raise his hand a little.
He opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak … but after a long while, no sound came out.
The three-eyed young senior took another puff of tobacco to calm his lungs, which were about to explode.
Baishen's movements, voice, and even the speed of his thinking had been weakened to the extreme!
This weakening actually affected the Three Corpses Incarnations of an Immortal!
At this moment, in Baishen's eyes, perhaps the whole world was speeding up!
The time when Baishen Liang's condition appeared was when he and the three-eyed youth had a tacit understanding and answered nearly twenty questions correctly in one go …
In a few more minutes, the three-eyed senior and Baishen would have tacitly completed this gambling ritual, and Baishen would have won the last gambling battle for the Wealth Scattering Throne, entering a 'you', 'me', and 'everyone' situation.
But at this critical moment, something went wrong with the flow of time on Baishen's body.
At first, the three-eyed youth did not notice it.
So, he asked a question … but after 30 seconds, Baishen did not answer.
And if he did not answer after 30 seconds, he would be regarded as giving up.
Under the restrictions of the gambling ritual, the three-eyed youth had to continue with the next question.
At the same time, the three-eyed youth also noticed that something was wrong.
But the rules of the gambling ritual were there.
Just in this fashion, the three-eyed youth asked a question … and after 30 seconds … Baishen was still slowly opening his mouth and making an 'a ~' sound, there was no response … and after 30 seconds, the three-eyed youth had no choice but to ask the next question …
Unknowingly, all fifty questions were answered.
And during the whole process, Ba Song only answered 19 questions.
The challenge failed.
The final battle between the three-eyed young man and Tyrannical Song ended with the three-eyed young man's complete victory.
Finally, the battle between him and Ba Song was not a complete defeat.
This was a matter worthy of celebration.
But the three-eyed youth was not happy at this time.
He turned his head and looked at the Tyrant Centipede, which had a very weak presence and was almost ignored by him several times.
Originally, if something had happened to Baishen, the self-corpse Tyrant Centipede could have replaced him.
But it was not only Baishen, even the Tyrant Centipede was in the same state. It seemed to have been slowed down by thousands of times.
Anxiety appeared in the Tyrant Centipede's eyes, and it was even ready to send a voice transmission to the three-eyed youth … but it was stuck at the stage of activating the voice transmission spell …
"Three …" After a long while, Ba Shan's mouth seemed to be dragging out the word again, and he uttered a word.
"Butler, come down." The three-eyed youth raised his head and shouted, "Bring out my sealing bucket. Today, I'm going to bury both of Ba Song's self-corpses in the bucket, fill it with cement, and sink them into the Ninth Underworld Sea."
The eyeball butler slowly floated down from the air. "Congratulations, Master, for winning against Ba Song for the last time!"
"Congratulations my ass." The three-eyed youth puffed out a puff of white smoke.
The eyeball butler quickly pulled out the spear from his body and asked, "Master, what's going on with Ba Song? Why is he suddenly affected by the power of the laws of time? "
The three-eyed youth said, "Needless to say, his main body must have done something in the Secret Realm of Time. Perhaps his main body exploded again, affecting his Three Corpses incarnations."
The current Tyrannical Song was an existence at the Immortal Realm. Aside from the influence of the 'Secret Realm of Time' set up by the Wielder of the Heaven's Will, the ordinary 'laws of time' could only affect his physical body and not his thoughts.
Moreover, it was only when something happened to his main body that the Three Corpses incarnations would be affected.
The eyeball butler sighed, "Unexpectedly, he was dragged down by his main body. I never expected such a thing to happen."
At the same time, he looked at the 'Demon Emperor' Nightmare on the ground. Ming revealed a look of disgust. "Then, Old Master, what should we do with this Gambling Demon Emperor?"
After all, it was a spoil of war that they won from Ba Song.
The three-eyed youth waved his long pipe, and said, "Keep it and bet with the next Fellow Daoist who inherits the 'Wealth Scattering Throne'. Then, think of a way to lose it."
Demon Emperor?? "…" Nightmare.
I'm a dignified Immortal Demon Emperor, how can I be so disgraced?
"Yes, Master." The eyeball butler started to get busy.
"Speaking of which." The three-eyed youth put away his pipe, and said, "Butler, what do you think I should do so that I won't lose face and take the initiative to help Ba Song research the Scholarly Sage's eyeball?"
He was the dignified ruler of the Netherworld, and he wanted face.
Since he had won, it wouldn't be good for him to help Ba Song.
So, what should he do so that he wouldn't lose face and still be able to smoothly participate in the project of researching the Sage's eyes?
The eyeball butler said, "Master, it's not good to suffer for your life. Moreover, you are not suitable to walk the arrogant path."
The three-eyed youth: "…"
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