Chapter 332 Bet, go to the Imperial Palace

  Naturally, outsiders cannot hear the discussions of the powerful men.

  However, the formation must be arranged anyway, and Chen Qingyuan can figure out the intentions of the powerful ones with a little guessing.

  The Qiyan Tianmen Formation has countless magic patterns spread across the starry sky.

  The chariots of all forces retreated into the distance, and one by one strong men stepped into the formation.

  The thirty-six sects of the imperial state, the eighteen branches of the western border, the forces of the eastern soil and the northern wilderness, etc. A total of hundreds of people came forward to suppress the void and turned it into a formation.

  Liu Nansheng, the Holy Master of Lihua Palace, finally showed up.

  Wearing plain clothes, her hair was styled into a bun with a jade hairpin passing through it, and she wore a pair of jade-white pearl earrings.

  A few wrinkles at the corners of her eyes meant that her youth was long gone.

  Even though her appearance is no longer that of her youth, she is still beautiful and graceful.

  "That is Holy Lord Lihua, the woman who once made the old monk's heart flutter."

  Chen Qingyuan looked up at Liu Nansheng who was slowly walking away, and thought to himself.

  "Holy Lord Liu."

  Powerful men from all walks of life clasped their fists and saluted with an excellent attitude.

  For this legendary Pear Blossom Holy Lord, the big bosses in the Kunlun world have to be respectful and do not dare to offend easily.

  Liu Nansheng single-handedly controlled the vast Southern Territory. Strength and means were both indispensable.

  Facing the overtures from the monks, Liu Nansheng just nodded lightly without changing his expression.

  Everyone was not dissatisfied with this, and thought it was reasonable because she had the strength to show off.

  If Liu Nansheng becomes less cold one day, the monks will think something is wrong.

  "I plan to take the risk to go there, which Taoist friends are willing?"

  He is 26,000 years old from Chang'an, and has very little life left. Therefore, he wanted to find great opportunities in the imperial palace, extend his life, and even explore a higher realm and peer into the other side.

  "I am willing to go."

  Liu Nansheng took countless steps and came directly to the front of everyone.

  "With Lord Liu's full help, we will definitely gain something."

  Li Changan complimented with the skin at the corners of his mouth coming together, showing a smile.

  "Count me in."

  The ancestor of the Xuanji Sect in Dizhou volunteered.

  "Can poor monks enter the venue?"

  Zen Master Wuchen of Buddhism was unwilling to be left alone. Golden lotuses sprouted under his feet, and the light of Buddha filled the sky, full of pressure.

  Only seven top experts can be selected at most and go to the Imperial Palace above the Desolate Star to try.

  In the Qiyan Tianmen Formation, seven people are the limit.

  The remaining strong men turned into formation eyes and temporarily put aside their past grudges to jointly resist the coming risks.

  As long as the door to the imperial palace can be opened, no matter how big the risk is, you have to try it.

  "If the emperor's power is strong enough, these people will probably fall together."

  Chen Qingyuan only dared to mutter this in his heart, but did not dare to say it out loud, as it would easily offend others.

  If all these powerful men really died, it would cause catastrophe to many forces in the world, and would also cause chaos in the world.

  "Saint, do you think they can succeed?"

  Chen Qingyuan looked at Wang Shutong beside him and asked softly.

  "Yes."

  Wang Shutong nodded heavily, without any doubt.

  "Idle time is idle, how about we make a bet?"

  From Chen Qingyuan's point of view, it is not easy to break open the door of the imperial palace.

  "What are you betting on?" Wang Shutong turned around and looked confused.

  "I bet they can't go in."

  Chen Qingyuan whispered.

  "What do you want to bet on?"

  Wang Shutong thought that he would definitely not lose.

  The next moment, Chen Qingyuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and looked at Wang Shutong seriously.

  Being stared at by such weird eyes, Wang Shutong felt uncomfortable all over and said in a cold voice: "Speak quickly."

  "It's a small gamble for pleasure. Winning or losing is not important. Don't hurt the harmony." Chen Qingyuan thought for a moment and said seriously. : "How about betting on three top-quality spiritual veins?"

  Wang Shutong was stunned when he heard this.

  Three top-grade spiritual veins, do you call this a small gamble?

  To be honest, even if Wang Shutong is a saint of Lihua Palace, she probably only has so many resources. This is equivalent to this bet, directly betting all the wealth.

  "Mr. Chen, it seems that you made a lot of money at the Baimai Feast!"

  Wang Shutong recalled what Chen Qingyuan did at the Baimai Feast. He made a fortune and had countless resources.

  "Fortunately, I can barely make ends meet."

  Chen Qingyuan said with a smile.

  Hearing this, Wang Shutong really wanted to beat up Chen Qingyuan. However, when she looked at Chen Qingyuan's expression that didn't look fake, could it be that so many resources were not enough for him to squander?

  "Okay, let's bet."

  Wang Shutong gritted his teeth and said.

  "Come on, let's sign as proof."

  Chen Qingyuan was familiar with this kind of thing. He quickly wrote a gambling agreement, signed his name, and pressed his fingerprints.

  "Are you afraid that I'll default on my debt?"

  Wang Shutong looked at the special paper handed to him and laughed angrily.

  "That's not true. We still have to go through the process to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings and hurting friendship."

  Chen Qingyuan explained.

  "You and I can't be called friends!"

  Wang Shutong's ten-foot-wide space was frozen, and the chill spread.

  "It will definitely be the case in the future."

  In order to deceive people into gambling, Chen Qingyuan was very polite.

  Anyway, this is not the first day I met Chen Qingyuan. When he was at the Baimai Feast, he worked very hard to make money, charging management fees and making a lot of money.

  After hesitating for a moment, Wang Shutong pressed a fingerprint.

  Afterwards, Chen Qingyuan stamped one copy of the gambling agreement and handed it to Wang Shutong, while he collected the other copy.

  After placing a bet, it would be more interesting to watch the excitement.

  It's just a few top-quality spiritual veins. If you lose, you lose. It won't hurt Chen Qingyuan's roots.

  "Get ready!"

  On the edge of Desolate Star, the heroes formed a formation and everything was ready.

  Li Changan, Liu Nansheng, Zen Master Wuchen and others began to approach the imperial palace.

  Taiwei Imperial Palace is filled with mist.

  Looking at it from a distance, one feels as if one is peeking into the land of a true immortal, without any hint of blasphemy.

  "Up!"

  Soon, a group of seven people arrived outside the white jade stairs of the main hall of the Imperial Palace. If you can climb the stairs, you can lead to the Imperial Palace.

  Everyone looked at each other several times, mentally prepared to face great terror.

  "Kick!"

  The seven people took a step forward at the same time, and were about to step on the first white jade ladder.

  At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

  "Boom——"

  The ancient power came from a corner of the imperial palace and directly bombarded Liu Nansheng and others.

  This terrifying force came so fast that no one had time to react.

  "Thump, thump..."

  Everyone was shaken back, the blood and blood in their bodies kept rolling, and their souls were almost blasted out of the body.

  At the same time, the barrier of Qiyan Tianmen Formation caused a great disturbance and trembled continuously.

  This power was absorbed by the formation, and then shared by everyone in the formation.

  Hundreds of top powers jointly support this formation, and the power allocated to each person has been reduced many times. However, a few old guys were almost seriously injured by the shock, and their whole bodies were shivering with fear.

  "Dong, dong, dong..."

  The ancient bronze bell deep in the imperial palace swayed gently, and the sound of the bell rippled out, hitting the soul directly.