Chapter 3559
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He watched as the wheel of fate spun rapidly and then slowly slowed down. Zhen Xiaoxiao sensed a mysterious aura rising in the air …
The Ethereal Immortal Sect was truly interesting.
Not only did they have a secret realm like the Heart-Purifying Swamp where extreme environments were mixed together, they also had an immortal treasure similar to a gambling wheel.
Placing such a thing on a serious battlefield seemed like child's play. But it also proved that the path of a cultivator was one of life and death in the morning and death in the evening, risking one's life for fortune!
A single gamble was worth more than a hundred years of bitter cultivation. Even if one gambled everything on the table, it was difficult to stop a cultivator's fanaticism.
Immortal clouds swirled around.
Clack clack clack … Clack. The ticking of the needle grew slower and slower, and the huge gambling table finally stopped.
Kuang Ge and Shao Ning both expressed their astonishment at seeing the wheel of fate for the first time. The longer they stood in front of it, the more they could sense the intense aura of karma emanating from it. It was as if they weren't facing an inanimate object, but a great golden immortal who controlled the fate of all living beings in the Ethereal Immortal Sect. Their knees felt weak, and sweat faintly appeared on their foreheads.
The Samsara General, who was spinning the wheel, stared unblinkingly at the needle of the wheel, countless thoughts exploding in his mind.
He wanted a chance to completely turn the tables. He hated Zhen Xiaoxiao who had disrupted his rhythm, but he also wanted to use this rare opportunity to become a dragon!
"Let me obtain Second Dream Sky's inheritance! Let me obtain a hundred years of cultivation! Let me kill all these damned Dust Parting Tower cultivators! " The Samsara General screamed inwardly as he watched the needle finally point at a narrow silver-white square.
The smaller the square the needle pointed at … the lower the probability of obtaining it. It also meant that if it represented a reward, it would definitely be a very good thing!
"Damn, Brother Samsara is really lucky this time!" Eyes wide, He Huo discovered that the needle was only as thick as a pinky finger. It was definitely a small probability! Thinking of all the possibilities, He Huo immediately secretly gathered his immortal energy and prepared to cooperate with Samsara to prevent the Dust Parting Tower cultivators from robbing him.
But soon, the vigorous immortal aura reverberating in the air completely dispelled Samsara and He Huo's overflowing expectations.
"Punishment!"
A milky white ghost figure rose from the small silver square pointed by the Fate Gambling Wheel. Its voice was heavy enough to freeze one's soul.
"His physical body was annihilated, and his soul fell into the Bitter Soul Fantasy Ocean along with his original body. From then on, he would never be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation. There was no life or death, no joy or sorrow!"
When the Samsara General heard the words "I won't enter the cycle of reincarnation," his mind broke down, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
Although he had never heard of what kind of place the Bitter Soul Fantasy Ocean was, according to the other party's words, it seemed like he had to die!
"No, no, no, I regret it. This round doesn't count. I admit defeat! I admit defeat! I want to leave the Devouring Battlefield, I want to leave this damned place! "The Samsara General threw his waist token on the ground and screamed miserably.
Before he joined the Ethereal Immortal Sect, he had once asked an expert to perform a divination for him. The expert's expression was obscure, and after the divination, he only left the word 'Samsara' before drifting away.
At that time, the Samsara General had been very proud, mistakenly thinking that the other party had predicted that he was extremely talented in the Dao of Life and Death, so even though he was a lightning cultivator, he had always called himself "Samsara".
Who would have thought …
That old man had seen that he would not be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation after death!
Admitting defeat and screaming were useless under the power of the Fate Gambling Wheel.
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