Just when everyone was looking solemn and uncertain, suddenly, the closed door of the Holy Tomb suddenly opened!
Everyone subconsciously looked up and focused on their legs. If anything went wrong, they would immediately run away.
However, what surprised everyone was that two floating shadows, one tall, one short, one fat and one thin, suddenly walked out of the holy mausoleum.
The person on the left is tall and fat, like a mountain of flesh, giving people a great sense of oppression, while the person on the right is thin and small, only reaching the waist of the fat man on the left, and the person with the sinister sneer just now
The sound was obviously made by this thin man.
There are two shadows, one wearing black and one white Taoist robes. The fat man in white robes on the left is smiling and looking at everyone present with his eyes, giving people a simple and honest feeling.
The thin man in black robe on the right has a pair of triangular eyes with a cold flash, and a casual glance will send chills all over his body.
"It's been another thousand years, brother. You haven't talked to outsiders for a long time, right?"
The fat man in white robe scratched the back of his head and looked happy.
The thin man in black robe said with a sneer: "Another group of ignorant people dare to disturb the attention of the master's tomb."
"This... misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"
Yaori Sword Emperor swallowed hard, sweating slightly on his forehead, "Two seniors, I don't know that these two seniors are guarding here, disturbing your peace, I will leave now!"
Facing these two old monsters that should have died thousands of years ago, everyone present felt secretly terrified.
They couldn't even feel whether these two people were alive or dead, and they couldn't feel any breath at all from their bodies.
And it is this ignorance that makes them even more unsure.
Emperor Tianyun also forced a smile on his face, "Two seniors, excuse me!"
"Now that you're here, don't leave in a hurry!" The fat man in white robes on the left saw that the Yaori Sword Emperor and others were about to leave, and said quickly: "My eldest brother and I didn't say we wouldn't let you in!"
"Go in...go in?"
The Yaori Sword Emperor's legs were a little weak, and he said sarcastically: "It's better... don't want it anymore, right?"
Who knows what the fat and thin guys are talking about?
Die in?
Good guy, there’s no need to dig a hole and bury it!
"You guys are here, but you won't be willing to go into the Holy Tomb to have a look."
The thin man in black robe squinted his eyes and smiled, and said calmly: "Everyone, I am the Holy Lord Sword Spirit, Xu Lingzi."
"My name is Wuyazi!"
The fat man in white robe held the Void Spirit on his shoulder with one hand, and laughed loudly: "We are the Void Twins under the throne of the Void Saint!"
When everyone saw this scene, they all felt that something was wrong.
That's right, Wu Yazi, whose body shape already looks very abnormal, is actually so cute!
Xu Lingzi seemed to be a little resistant to Wu Yazi's idiotic appearance. He cursed a few words in his heart, immediately jumped off his shoulders, coughed twice, and said with a straight face: "If you want to enter the Holy Tomb, you need to accompany me.
We, the Void Twins, just have to play a gamble. Those who win can get the inheritance of the Holy Lord, and those who lose can just go back."
Everyone was relieved. It turned out that the fat and the skinny guys were sword spirits. The spirit bodies have a long lifespan and can naturally survive to this day.
"May I ask what kind of bet it is?"
Ling Feng's eyes flashed, he took a step forward and asked in a deep voice.
Wu Yazi smiled and said: "You were the calmest just now, I am very optimistic about you!"
Seeing Fat Wuya continuing to act cute, everyone not only didn't find it cute at all, but also felt a little greasy and nauseated.
Just imagine, a behemoth weighing more than 500 kilograms would act "coquettishly" in front of him. Normal people would be driven crazy by him.
No wonder the black-robed Xu Lingzi looked very irritable, he was probably forced out by "Fat Wuya".
"Since you want to hunt for treasure, it's natural to gamble your life!"
Xu Lingzi glared at Wu Yazi, then looked at the Zidian Sword Emperor, and said slowly: "If you win, you can go in. If you die, you can only stay here forever with regret."
Gambling on life? The expressions of everyone present suddenly changed.
Fortunately, this black-robed sword spirit said before that the loser can leave. If he loses the bet, will he still be able to leave with his life?
"Can you... not gamble?"
Many powerful emperors are afraid. There are so many natural and earthly treasures outside the tombs. It is enough to dig out more and go back. Anyway, they will definitely not get the greatest opportunity, so why take risks here.
"Of course you can, but if you don't gamble, you will lose and you will die here!"
Xu Lingzi sneered and glanced at the emperors who had retreated, and said calmly: "Who doesn't want to gamble? Come forward."
"You mean, can I start dinner?"
Fatty Wuya stretched out his tongue and licked his lips. For the spirit body, the soul origin of the warrior was a delicious meal.
"Bet, let's bet!"
If you don't bet, you will die. Only a devil would choose!
At least, if you take a gamble, you might still have a chance to survive.
The Sword Emperor Yaori took a deep breath, glanced at the Void Twins, bowed and said, "I would like to ask you two seniors, how many people have participated in the bet in the past, and how many are still alive? In other words, the outcome of this bet is
What’s the probability?”
What he asked is also what everyone is concerned about. If it is easier, even if there is a 50% chance of winning, it is still worth taking the risk.
"Hey hey hey..."
Xu Lingzi laughed coldly: "The probability is very high, about... 90%!"
Ninety percent?
Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. There was only a 10% chance of death, so the possibility of getting out alive was extremely high. How many dangers were there along the way for them?
With a 90% survival rate, this is simply the easiest level in this tomb.
However, Xu Lingzi then smiled coldly: "This is the probability of death, 90%! Only one out of ten people can survive."
"What? 90% chance of dying?"
Everyone's smiles froze and they gasped. Doesn't this mean a narrow escape? The previous two levels were guaranteed to be passed as long as there was a way, but the gambling here was doomed to a narrow escape?
The total number of their group, even including Ling Feng and Queen Huanxin, is only nine. If things go wrong, not even one of them will survive!
Even the Zidian Sword Emperor was a little uneasy: "Are you two joking?"
Queen Huanxin also muttered secretly: "What a weird rule. Is this the rule set by the Holy Lord of Nothingness during his lifetime?"
Emperor Tianyun narrowed his eyes, seeming to be calculating something.
One of the Donglingxianchi disciples following the Yaori Sword Emperor gritted his teeth and said: "Senior Brother Yaori, don't be intimidated by these two guys. There is no fluctuation in their energy at all. Even if it is the sword of the Void Saint,
Spirits are nothing more than two swords. Now that there is no master to control them, how much power can they exert? What's more, the Holy Lord of Nothingness has been dead for thousands of years. I don't believe that if so many of us go together, it will still be possible.
Afraid of these two old guys!"
The other great emperors were also somewhat moved.
Why should we follow the rules of these two old guys and play their near-death gamble? It's simply ridiculous!
With so many powerful emperors and warriors put together, wouldn’t they be able to fight?