It is said that the rules set by the Ye family on this Chaos Islands are not to allow bloodshed, but they built such a high tower in the center of the island, becoming the killing center of the Exiled Land.
Regardless of whether you are betting on life or money, the banker will never lose, and the loser will always be the gambler.
What a great game of chess, and all the monks in this place of exile were invisibly shackled!
Sang Luo raised his hand and flicked a drop of blood into the contract. The next moment, the contract took effect.
The monk who ascended the throne put the contract away, handed Sang Luo a sign, and said respectfully,
"Just follow this path and walk in. The girl can choose her own level of cultivation to fight against the monks. Different games will earn different points."
The monks in the Exiled Land range from the Immortal Realm to the Nascent Soul, and there are all types of monks.
Sang Luo took the wooden sign and entered the gate of the tower.
There are many various formations inside the tower. As soon as you enter the door, you see three teleportation formations, with three levels written on them: Nascent Soul, Transformation God, and Pseudo Immortal.
Therefore, in this place of exile, the highest state for most people should be the half-step immortal state.
Sang Luo raised her feet and stepped directly into the teleportation formation of the Transformation God. To be on the safe side, she came here to earn points, not to challenge.
What's more, the monks in this place of exile should all have life-saving killing moves, which should not be underestimated.
The girl's light cyan figure disappeared into the teleportation array, and on the highest floor of the pagoda, Ye Huaixin leaned against the collapse with two beauties in his arms, listening to the reports from his subordinates.
"What did you say? That woman came to Shura Tower yesterday?"
At this moment, the beauty in purple was peeling grapes for him, while the beauty in red was pressing his shoulders.
The moment he heard the report, he sat up slightly.
Seeing his reaction, the beauty in red pressed her shoulders slightly, then smiled and said,
"What's going on? What kind of woman can make our young master so nervous?"
The beauty in purple fed the peeled grapes into his mouth, and there seemed to be anger between her eyebrows.
"Aren't the grapes delicious? Or Yue Hong is not pressed well, making the young master still thinking about others."
Ye Huaixin leaned back after hearing this, his back pressed into the arms of the beauty in red, but he raised his hand to hook the chin of the beauty in purple, and gently stroked the beauty's delicate skin with his thumb.
"What, curious?"
The beauty in purple snorted softly,
"Of course I'm curious."
There was a slight smile on Ye Huaixin's lips, and with a wave of his hand, a picture appeared out of thin air in the elegant room.
"Look, it's her."
On the screen, a girl dressed in green is standing among the crowd. She is tall among women, but she looks particularly petite among this group of men.
The girl has a fair complexion and a bright and flamboyant appearance. She is very good-looking, with dark eyebrows and apricot eyes, and three thousand blue hairs rolled up high. There is a bit of coldness and spirit between the eyebrows.
She was staring at the defense line on the stage at the moment, watching the bloody battle between the two male cultivators. The male cultivator above had his arm cut off and fell down towards her. However, there seemed to be no fear in her eyes, but her brows were slightly furrowed.
After a moment, he raised his hand to catch the fallen man.
The beauty in purple withdrew her eyes and continued to get the grapes on the plate for Ye Huaixin to peel.
"He's a wonderful person. The young master has taken a liking to him?"
Ye Huaixin looked at the girl in green standing among the crowd in the virtual world, with a smile on his lips.
"That's right."
I took a fancy to it.
He has taken a liking to both his grandfather and grandson.