Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 576 Dead Hand, Quickly Pull It Back

"I'll find a way to get you out first."

Mu Zili's words echoed in the hall, and Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help but look overjoyed.

If he said this himself, he would most likely be bragging, but if it was his senior brother who said this, it would be a different story.

In his impression, there were few things that his senior brother asked that could not be accomplished.

It’s so reliable to have a senior brother around.

Mu Zili's annoyed voice echoed in the hall again, "Even if you flatter me in your heart, I will still punish you when I come back."

Even if Su Xiaoxiao has done nothing wrong in the Tiandao Sect this time, it does not mean that she will be fine with him.

He hurried down to the underworld without leaving any backup plan, and he had to mobilize a large number of people to clean up his mess. Regardless of whether he managed to clean it or not, what Su Xiaoxiao did made him worry.

As his senior brother, I would be letting myself down if I didn't restrain him for a hundred or eighty years.

Su Xiaoxiao naturally understood Mu Zili's hidden meaning and immediately cried out in pain, begging for mercy with a bitter face.

"Brother, I am almost 1,700 years old."

If I tell this to others, people will laugh to death!

"Wait for the letter!"

Mu Zilii didn't want to waste time talking to him anymore. Since his fellow apprentice brother was sure that nothing was wrong over there, he had a lot of things to do.

It's not just about finding ways to rescue people, we also have to deal with the matter at Yama Palace as soon as possible.

The former is actually simpler, but the latter is not something he can do just because he wants to, so he has to go to Baiyujing!

After coming out of Shensijian, Muzili looked up at the sky thoughtfully. The dome was also covered with thick clouds, like a white wall of clouds.

Not long after, a ray of rainbow light rose from the ground and crashed into the clouds in an instant...

……

Han Yu bumped into the old Taoist's arms again and again at this moment. There was no way. The old Taoist's gambling addiction came up again, but he didn't want to gamble, or he didn't dare to gamble.

When he mentioned the 250 Dao Stones, Mu Zili's meaningful look made him feel uneasy. Gamble again? He might not be able to get it back alive.

At this point, Han Yu can't afford to gamble, but can he not hide?
Unfortunately, no matter where he ran, there would always be a wall of skinny bodies blocking his way.

It looked like he was bumping into the other person's arms again and again.

"Senior, let's just wait quietly for someone to come back! I really don't want to gamble anymore."

Even before the bet, Han Yu was already certain that the old Taoist would lose everything, so how could he dare to gamble?

It would be fine if there was a give and take, but now the old Taoist is affected by his own illusory bad luck, and their gambling is simple and crude. Maybe when Mu Zili comes back, he will have to face another terrible debt.

Just thinking about this gives me goosebumps.

If the master and disciple refused to pay, he would not be able to defeat either of them and would be doomed.

I won’t gamble anymore, I will never gamble again.

"Let's have a little gamble. I'm just sitting around doing nothing anyway."

The old Taoist refused to give in and he had no choice. His Taoism was all about gambling, but not many people dared to gamble with him nowadays.

Or maybe because of Mu Zili's identity, they didn't dare to gamble with him.

Or they knew his nickname and battle record and would never dare to bet on him.

It can be said that apart from Han Yu, no one can make him suffer a loss. The only one who can gamble with him for hundreds of times without losing his pants is Han Yu.

As for himself, he does not attach much importance to material things. For him, gambling is about the result, and winning is secondary.

Now that there is a guy who can help him improve his gambling skills, how could he let him go?

"Senior, please be more careful! Don't you realize that your luck is very bad and you are not suitable for gambling anymore?"

Han Yu waved his hands with a bitter face, almost telling the other party that he had planted bad luck on him and that he would lose every time he gambled.

The old Taoist naturally doesn't believe in luck, a vague thing. "As a cultivator, my fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of God!"

His words were powerful, but Han Yu's mouth twitched.

If it weren't for the debt of 250 Asking Stones, he would have really believed the other party's words.

Bad luck is upon us and we have no control over it!
Han Yu was also being pestered to no end. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to his face while he was looking miserable. The next moment, he was talking and laughing.

"Senior, how about I give you a pill, and you just calm down and stop gambling?"

The pill was just taken out of the bottle, and because of the fog, it made no sound or movement. If it weren't for the notification from the spirit of the weapon, he probably wouldn't have even noticed it.

Later, the spirit of the weapon pushed aside a piece of the fog and kicked the pill over to him so that he could see the detailed effects of the pill.

Fortune Positive and Negative Pill: After taking it, the person who takes it will gain the ability to borrow fortune from heaven and earth. The effect lasts for one day each time. During the duration, the person will have great fortune. It can only be taken by people above the God Stage. Side Effect: After each time the ability is gone, the person will have bad luck for three days.

The effect of this pill is quite similar to the theory of luck, which states that if you lose one year's luck, you will be unlucky for three years.

I just don't know what the result will be after one day of good luck is followed by three days of bad luck.

But it’s a bit scary to think about it. After all, Aquarius never uses adjectives. Good luck and bad luck are probably two extremely exaggerated extremes.

If this kind of elixir were used on some guys who need a lot of luck, such as alchemists or weapon refiners, I'm afraid this kind of cultivator would cry out for it.

But if it happens to a gambler, it seems a bit scary.

"You underestimate good fortune. When a cultivator with good fortune breaks through, even his inner demons may disappear inexplicably."

The spirit of the weapon suddenly spoke in a strange tone.

It suddenly wanted Han Yu to eat it himself. After all, what Han Yu lacked most was good fortune, or luck.

But on second thought, three days of bad luck plus his own bad luck added together, it seemed like something horrible was going to happen.

Especially the more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became. Could it be that this accumulation of bad luck would directly lead to the Heavenly Dao taking action against Han Yu?
The spirit of the weapon quickly put the damn thought out of his mind, and at the same time secretly patted his chest with lingering fear.

Fortunately, I didn't mention it to Han Yu.

The old Taoist on the other end also had a very interesting look on his face. What did he hear?
A small native of Central Continent wanted to give him elixirs. Who was he? A powerful elder of the Tiandao Sect was short of elixirs?
Or is it that you are short of the elixirs found in the mountains of Central Continent?
At this moment he couldn't help laughing, but then he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because Han Yu took out the pill and told him the effects of the pill in front of him.

The expression on the old Taoist's face was even more interesting.

"are you kidding me?"

His first instinct was that Han Yu was teasing him. No wonder he didn't believe it. Who the hell could believe such a thing?

As the saying goes, layman watches the excitement, while expert watches the details.

From the perspective of cultivators like him, this pill directly endows the cultivator with certain rule-based abilities, and this alone is outrageous enough.

In other words, it is equivalent to skipping long years of hard training and gaining power directly.

If this pill is real, then all his years of practice have been wasted?

"Senior, I'm not kidding. Over in the Endless Sea, Senior Wushang Daoist and Senior Wang Xing have both eaten my pills. You can ask them."

Han Yu spoke with a solemn oath.

This……

The old Taoist stared at Han Yu with wide eyes, especially the other party's confident look, which made him feel very strange.

"Are you kidding me?"

Until now he still thought Han Yu was joking with him.

Han Yu shook his head and recited his timeless motto.

"I never joke about pills."

This is word of mouth, or the power of professionalism.

When Han Yu said this, he inexplicably gave people a sense of reliability, which in itself was particularly outrageous.

The old Taoist looked very strange. He looked Han Yu up and down with an indescribable weirdness in his eyes.

If the pill is real, then this kid's pill refining skills are simply too high.

The corresponding strength should not be just that.

If the pills were fake, this guy wouldn't have behaved like this.

There is an inexplicable contradiction between the two.

The old Taoist even exposed this contradiction, his eyes becoming sharper.

"There shouldn't be this kind of alchemy, and there shouldn't be this kind of elixir. It's too contradictory."

To deal with this kind of rhetoric, he and the spirit of the weapon had already perfected their explanations a long time ago.

Don’t ask, asking is the truth.

“What if this is my way?”

Han Yu responded lightly with Tao's words.

"My pills always have equal positive effects and side effects. This is my way. You can't get something for nothing."

The old Taoist was stunned for a moment, and only then did he remember that there were side effects.

The Divine Platform Realm is the beginning of borrowing the power of heaven and earth, while the cultivators who enter the Tao begin to touch their own path, and the cultivators who practice the Tao can be said to already have the rudiments of their own Tao.

If one borrows the power of heaven and earth and uses it on elixirs, wouldn't it mean that the great principles of heaven and earth are contained in the elixirs?

He can use gambling to gain enlightenment and accomplish all kinds of incredible feats.

The prototype of "your words are your rules" is even more bizarre, so are there any rules that are even weirder than this?

there must be!
There is no doubt about this.

If Han Yu's elixir only has positive effects, his statement may not be tenable.

But if side effects occur, it really seems like the case.

"Is it possible that the late stage of Dan Dao is so promising?"

For a moment, the old Taoist priest began to doubt his life.

"Paying a price to gain power is in line with the principles of heaven and earth. What is strong is not the elixir, nor the rules, but heaven and earth."

Han Yu felt that he was already very good at fooling people at this moment, so he simply blamed everything on the world.

But this set of explanations can really fool this kind of people, because they are the ones who borrow the power of heaven and earth.

Unconsciously, the old Taoist seemed to have agreed with Han Yu's statement, and his hand gradually reached out.

Fortunately, I came to my senses at the critical moment.

Damn it, please take it back now.

The old Taoist controlled himself and retracted his hand, then clasped his hands together with some fear.

If the pill is real, then the side effects are also real.

If you want to use this ability, you have to endure three days of bad luck every time.

Bad luck...

The old Taoist was really a little scared.

"As monks, our fate is determined by our own hands, not by God."

Han Yu looked at the old Taoist and gave him a mischievous smile.

These were the old Taoist's exact words just now, and now he was being hit on himself without any change.

(End of this chapter)