Traveling through time 10,000 years late, I was forced to become a powerful person

There was dead silence in the gambling pavilion.

The four pavilion masters looked at each other in shock. At this moment, their hearts had already sunk to the bottom as Shen Yuan pronounced his sentence.

In this gambling game, they have the home field advantage, and even the owner of the gambling hall, who is the banker, has been deliberately leaning towards them, acquiescing to their deliberate use of loopholes in the rules to maximize their chances of winning.

But in front of the fairy sword and the two earthly evil powers, some of the little strategies they prepared seemed so ridiculous.

If it were just a single earth evil magical power, they could still think that Shen Yuan was lucky enough to have acquired it through the teachings of his predecessors.

However, two earth evil magical powers and a broken sword that seemed to be an immortal sword were enough to show that Shen Yuan himself must be extraordinary.

Thinking of the third competition, Shen Yuan appointed the pavilion master to figure out his origin, and an ominous premonition emerged in the hearts of the four pavilion masters.

My ghost market is open, and what we focus on is harmony and wealth. Otherwise, this gambling game ends here, and we will try our best to meet your needs, guest.

What do you think?

A charming smile appeared on Pavilion Master Gambling's charming face that had healed again, and there was a hint of respect that he had never had before in his words.

As soon as these words came out, the Master of Bao Pavilion also responded repeatedly:

The gambling master is right. There is no point in continuing this bet. Why don't we all take a step back and be harmonious to make money!

The Master of the Fa Pavilion was still murmuring in a low voice as if he were crazy, but the old and dim eyes under the bamboo hat of the Pavilion Master were looking directly at Shen Yuan, with an uncertain face.

Shen Yuan didn't care at all about the lowered posture of the two pavilion masters. He stroked the changed Huiming Sword with his right hand and said casually:

I said, next one!

Zheng!

Within the scabbard, there was a crisp sword chant in an instant, and the invisible sword intent centered on Shen Yuan spread rapidly in all directions.

On the candle dragon inscription on the sword grid, a large amount of ghost mist continuously poured out from the Huiming Sword, turning into a ghost and swallowing the entire casino.

The four pavilion masters could clearly feel that although the sword intent erupting from the Huiming Sword was chilling, it was not of a high level and did not pose a real fatal threat.

On the contrary, the ghosts transformed by the diffuse ghost mist gave them a depressing feeling when facing the ghost city itself.

Shen Yuan's ignorance made the Gambling Pavilion Master's face suddenly change, and he yelled angrily:

Don't be shameless. Even though you have won two games, if you lose the last one, it will be considered the dealer's victory. You have to sacrifice your flesh and blood.

Pavilion Master Bao also looked gloomy and sneered:

I'm kind enough to give you a step up, out of consideration for the great man who gave you the magical power of Earthsha and this broken sword.

But you are so ignorant, so don't blame us for being rude.

Pavilion Master Suan, who had been watching with cold eyes, finally stood up and stared at Shen Yuan with his turbid eyes. Pavilion Master Suan suddenly laughed coldly:

Although I don't know what you rely on, if you think that you can easily control me with some magic weapon that can shield the secrets of heaven, then you are totally wrong.

The power of these three guys all comes from the ghost market and will be restricted by the ghost market itself, but I am different.

As he spoke, the Pavilion Master squeezed the magic seal with his skinny right hand, and the magic power surged and hit the gambling table in front of him heavily.

The surface of the gambling table began to slowly melt away, and the gambling table filled with chips turned into a calm pool, and you could even see swimming fish walking among the water plants.

Just as the master of the pavilion took out the fishing rod from his back, the old god took out an ink-colored worm from his pocket. It squirmed like a living text.

Threading the insect on the fishhook, the pavilion master threw the fishhook into the pool, his expression full of pride.

I was born in the blessed land of Langhuan, and I am a book ghost born from the Six Yao Sutra.

He was rejected by Langhuan Paradise because he had not become a righteous person, so he had no choice but to commit himself to the ghost market, but he was still a member of Langhuan Paradise after all.

You think you have the protection of a magic weapon that shields the secrets of heaven, and I can't get a glimpse of your true origin.

But in front of the blessed land of Langhuan that collects the world's words, what do your little tricks mean?

This bookworm was born of words. There are more than 100,000 volumes of magical powers and secrets in the Dharma Pavilion that have been nurtured for thousands of years, but there may not be a single one.

I present this bookworm to ask the book demon of Langhuan Blessed Land to explore your identity. Even if you have all the means, it will be difficult to escape.

You will definitely lose this competition!

The words of the pavilion master immediately made the other three pavilion masters excited.

They knew that the Pavilion Master had an extraordinary origin, but they never thought that he was actually connected with Langhuan Paradise, the famous Cave Heaven Paradise.

Langhuan Paradise itself is not very powerful, but it has thousands of book demons inside, who have extremely high attainments in various strange arts. They can definitely bypass the shielding magic weapon and gain insight into Shen Yuan's identity.

Even Shen Yuan couldn't help but be slightly stunned. He had heard of the name of Langhuan Blessed Land. The once-famous Heavenly Emperor's Library was one of the most special blessed places in the world.

However, he did not feel panic because of this. He had a trump card that was enough to turn the table over. Winning or losing alone was not important to Shen Yuan.

He even wanted to see if Langhuan Paradise could really glimpse traces of the Luoyun Sect from thousands of years ago and testify to his identity as the leader of the Luoyun Sect.

At the edge of the pool, the confident Pavilion Master began to wait for the fish to take the bait.

But as time passed, the pool on the table remained calm and showed no intention of taking the bait, which made the Pavilion Master feel a little uneasy.

However, he felt uneasy in his heart, but even though he was the master of the pavilion, he did not show weakness and still looked arrogant.

Finally, after several hours, the fishing rod finally made some movement.

coming!

The master of the pavilion looked surprised, and quickly threw the fishing rod to pull up the item, only to see a folded note on the straight fishhook.

Pavilion Master Suan quickly opened the note, wanting to see the contents. The other three Pavilion Masters also gathered around Pavilion Master Suan.

The paper was unfolded, and the smile on the pavilion master's face suddenly froze.

On the paper, there were four big characters written clearly.

No such person found!

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

The pavilion master's skinny face showed a ferocious expression like a ghost, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

The blessed land of Langhuan has collected the world's writings, among which there are hundreds of book demons born from the method of divination. Their attainments in divination are not inferior to those of Qin Tianjian of the Great Xia Dynasty.

How could such a blessed place not even be able to find out his information.

Seeing this, Shen Yuan showed an unfailing look of disappointment on his face, shook his head lightly and said:

It seems that the so-called Langhuan blessed land is nothing more than this.

You still lose this round.

Even though the pavilion master looked crazy, his cloudy eyes bulged out as if they were about to squeeze out of his eyes.

No! I haven't lost yet!

The book demons can't find out. There are still book immortals in Langhuan Paradise. There is also Gu Gu on duty. His old man will definitely be able to find out!

Suddenly, three bookworms appeared again in the hands of the pavilion master. He directly strung the three bookworms on the fishhook and threw them into the pond.