Boundless Sky

Three feet above your head is the gods, three inches in your palm is the human world!

The three-inch magical power of the human world is a magical power that belongs to gambling on one's life. Bet on which side has a tougher life!

Cheng Hao wouldn't have wanted to use it if he hadn't been cornered, but now he was attacked by three true god-level experts at the same time with the ultimate secret attack. Even if he could activate the right eye's time-traveling magical power, it was already too late. He couldn't do it without using this desperate magical power.

In this absolutely still light curtain space, three inches from Cheng Hao's palm, a transparent ball of light suddenly appeared, unaffected by anything, floating in the void, spinning quietly.

Buzz!

Immediately afterwards, mysterious Dao patterns flashed in the light ball, and the light spread. Suddenly, the entire treasure light curtain space was covered by countless Dao patterns, which seemed to have evolved into the origin of the Dao.

It seemed like a dream or an illusion, something real or fake. When Cheng Hao and the three true gods opposite him recovered from their static state, they found that they were on a busy street.

On both sides of the street, the cries of vendors, the chatter of passers-by, and the neighing of horse-drawn carriages were bustling with activity. The scenes in front of them were no different from the ordinary streets in the world.

Standing on the side of the street, Cheng Hao was silent for a moment before he understood his current state.

At this time, he should be in the mortal world evolved from the three-inch human supernatural power. There is no trace of divine power in his body, and he can't feel any trace of the soul. Even if he pinches his arm casually, Cheng Hao can feel the pain. .

There is no doubt that in this world, he is an ordinary mortal who will be injured and die. If the bet fails, he is likely to be eternally exiled in this world that seems real and fake.

While Cheng Hao was silently sensing his own situation, at the other end of the street, the true god of the Purple Moon Holy Land and the two true gods of the Divine Eye Clan had already been forced to change their images and turned into the most ordinary mortals, completely defenseless. , looking at the pedestrians coming and going in the street, dumbfounded.

"Are we under the illusion?" The third master of the Divine Eye Tribe asked hesitantly.

"It shouldn't be an illusion. My Purple Moon Scepter is the most powerful treasure given by the Holy Lord. It can be immune to all kinds of illusions. That human boy has no ability to pull us into the illusion at the same time!" At this time, he was wearing purple. The true god of the Ziyue Clan, who was wearing a cotton robe and looked like a village girl, stood on the street and kept looking around, and spoke with certainty.

"Then tell me, where is this place? Where have our cultivations gone?" The Third Lord was a little impatient and had no strength. At this time, there was a ball of anger in his heart that he wanted to vent.

"Hey, you three country folk 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 buy it, get out of here, 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 became impatient and began to chase people away with curses!

"Despicable ant, you dare to insult me?" The Third Lord could no longer suppress the irritation in his heart, and punched the watermelon stall owner directly.

Bang!

However, the ideal is very full, and the present world is very skinny. Before the fist of the Third God fell on the stall owner, his body flew away and rolled on the ground for more than three meters before he stopped rolling.

"Bah! I've been selling watermelons on Zhenhun Street for twenty years. What kind of gangsters have I never seen? A skinny monkey like you. Believe it or not, I killed you all with one knife?"

The stall owner held his waist with one hand and held a watermelon knife in the other. The knife with a cold light shook in front of the head of the Third Lord, as if if you don't get out, I will reward you with two knives!

The Third Lord swallowed. Although he had lost his cultivation, the sense of crisis in his heart had not weakened much. He had a feeling that if he was stabbed a few times by this watermelon knife, he might really die!

The fight between a few people on the street naturally attracted the attention of everyone on the street. Cheng Hao was among the crowd and saw the scene clearly. After seeing the Third Lord and others giving in, he quietly walked out of the crowd. Walking out, I kept thinking about what the watermelon stall owner said.

"Zhenhun Street? Is this life bet related to ghosts?"

After wandering aimlessly on the street for a long time, Cheng Hao discovered an unusual place, that is, under the corner of the table in each stall, there was a piece of yellow paper. What this meant was clear to him. Chu.

At this point, Cheng Hao was finally convinced of his guess. This bet on life was probably related to ghosts. He was betting on whose life was tougher and could survive as a mortal when the evil ghost came out of the cage. Come down.

"If evil ghosts really exist, then whether it is me or those true gods, they are just mortals now, and none of them can survive. Since my three-inch human magical power is a bet on life, then there must be someone. Those who can survive, that is to say, there is definitely a chance to survive in this mortal street, but there is only one chance, whoever finds it first will survive!"

Thinking of this, Cheng Hao did not dare to waste time and looked up at the sky. The sun in the sky had already set halfway over the mountain. If it had not set before the sun completely set, he would probably be completely trapped in this mysterious three-inch human world. middle.

Cheng Hao knew very well that he was only one person and the opponent had three, so he did not have a numerical advantage. However, he was the caster of this magical power. He knew that this magical power was a life-betting magical power, and he also knew how to actively look for clues to survive.

Information advantage, this is his only advantage over the three true gods. If he cannot find a chance to survive before those three people react, then his chance of winning will be much slimmer.

Cheng Hao walked forward along the street, not daring to go too fast, lest he miss any clues, until before the sun completely set, he finally discovered some unusual places on the side of the street.

The place where Cheng Hao is standing now is at the entrance of an inn on the side of the street. The name of the inn is very interesting, Zhenhun Inn. After walking for so long, this is the first time he saw an inn on both sides of the street.

Seeing that the sun was about to completely set, Cheng Hao became more and more anxious. He had no time to explore other places, so he pushed open the door of the inn and strode in.

The lobby of the inn was empty, with tables and chairs neatly arranged, but there were no guests present, and the silence was heart-stopping.

This discovery made Cheng Hao's heart tighten. For a moment, he was a little undecided. Is this inn the hope of survival, or is the real place to survive in the bustling streets?

"Guest, are you staying at the hotel or working as a guest?" In the corner on the west side of the lobby, an old man seemed to be the owner of the inn. He lazily stood up from the counter and asked Cheng Hao sleepily.

"Is there an inn for my stay?" Cheng Hao took a deep breath and asked.

"The guest is very lucky. There happens to be one room left, but only the ordinary room is left. The superior room is already full. I wonder if the guest can still stay?" the old man asked with a yawn.

Cheng Hao's heart tightened. The lobby was empty, but the shopkeeper told him that the rooms were almost full and only the last one was left.

Could this inn be a ghost shop? Could it be that this is the place where the most real evil spirits haunt, and the busy streets outside are the real place to survive?

At this moment, Cheng Hao truly understood the meaning of this life-and-death bet. What was now in front of him was the real life-and-death bet.

What he wants to bet now is whether this inn, which looks like a ghost shop, is a real place to live. If he makes one wrong move, he may be devoured by evil spirits, turn into a evil ghost himself, and be trapped here forever. In the three-inch human world.

"Sir, it's getting dark soon. Do you want to stay or not?" Seeing Cheng Hao's silence, the innkeeper became a little impatient. He looked up at the sky outside and urged him eagerly.

To live or not to live? This is a problem, if it is not handled well, people will die!