Therefore, after his consciousness and true power were completely lost, he had to feel like he would give it a try and gamble.

In fact, he is already in the casino now.

The difference is that in the casino, there is still a chance for him to turn the book, but this time, he only has one chance, if he loses this time, then he will lose his own life, as well as Shang Tianxiang's life.

He decided to gamble with the lives of both of them.

Thinking of this, his originally scattered thoughts suddenly calmed down, like thousands of flowing streams suddenly converging on a big river.

And his hand holding the immortal jade flute regained his composure, and his fingers slowly moved and moved on the seven jade holes, as if trying to find the most comfortable position to shoot.

When killing, if there is a good sword that is easy to use, he will be seventy percent sure, and if he chooses a convenient killing posture, then he will have ninety percent certainty.

Lan Yutang stood motionless in the center of this empty and bleak temple, like an old monk settled, sweeping away the invasion of the phantoms of the human face skeletons that were constantly deriving and spreading in front of him, Wan Chuan returned to silence, his heart returned to balance, and he was calm in the lonely time and space.

However, the ears moved, taking in all the movements and sounds around them, and then swept away these sounds and analyzed them to determine the sound they were looking for.

When the calm, ethereal voice sounded again, his nerves suddenly froze for a moment, and then he was sure that the voice was actually coming from a hidden plaque in the temple above his head.

Although the plaque was small, he could clearly feel that behind it, there were a pair of eyes as bright as cold stars that were constantly flickering.

Lan Yutang's hand holding the immortal jade flute suddenly moved, but this time, his hand did not send out a deadly golden phoenix dart from the jade flute, but pulled out a sword.

A sword as blood-red as a rose.

The moment the phoenix sword pulled out the jade flute, the glass dome on the temple suddenly turned, shooting in a strong ray of light like sunlight.

Then, the light completely obscured the light emitted by the torches on the stone wall, swift and slow, like a blood-colored rose slowly blooming, blooming with bloody breath.

Although the roses bloom very slowly, Lan Yutang's phoenix sword is very fast.

Just in that moment of lightning, the phoenix sword stabbed out like thunder and lightning, and then nailed to the plaque engraved with "Heaven and earth are one" on the top of his head.

Then, Lan Yutang regained his momentum, still standing there with a lazy face, and the immortal jade flute whirled lazily in his hand, as if he had stood there from the beginning and had not moved.

However, at this moment, the eyes that were originally hidden behind the plaque were like cold stars, and suddenly dimmed from there, making a "tick" and "tick" sound.

Is it the sound of blood dripping down?

It's blood.

Finally, there was blood dripping slowly from the back of the plaque, just on the human-faced skeleton that Shang Tianxiang had just thrown out, ticking, ticking, like dewdrops rolling on lotus leaves.

He still succeeded.

This time, he still won the bet.

Although the miraculous hall was still there, the illusions of the human-faced skeletons that were constantly spreading and spreading suddenly disappeared, and all that was left was the one that Shang Tianxiang threw just now, whirling in place, dripping and spinning, like a white spinning top that had just been whipped up.

The temple still radiated a brilliant brilliance, there were no skeletons, no skeletons, all that was left was gold and jewels all over the ground.

However, what made Lan Yutang feel strange was that his sword just now had obviously stabbed the target, and even blood had slowly seeped out, but there was no miserable cry behind the plaque.

Not only did there be no screams, but the voice as sharp as pig iron even laughed, and although the laughter was cold, it carried a hint of appreciation, and said:

Young man, really good swordsmanship, I can't imagine that you are so young, you actually have this cultivation in swordsmanship, can you tell me who you learned your swordsmanship from?

Hearing this, Lan Yutang was stunned again, and then smiled.

He looked up, but still saw nothing.

All he saw was the light from the gold jewels, or the torches hanging from the stone walls on either side.

At this moment, the entire temple was like an upside-down golden cauldron, upside down on top of the heads of the two of them, with a dull and oppressive aura.

When the man spoke, his position changed all the time, and he had to change his position almost every time he said a word, as if to prevent Lan Yutang's attack again.

And in his tone, there was no sign of injury.

This...... What's going on?

Could it be that he is also a man who cannot be killed?

Still is...... Or is he already a dead man himself, so he can't be killed at all?

Lan Yutang stood still, holding the jade flute in his hand, smiled indifferently at the dome above his head, and said loudly: If my predecessors really want to know who I learned my swordsmanship from, you might as well show up, right?

Although the voice was still sharp, it was no longer so stiff, and there was even a rare softness in the tone, as if he really admired Lan Yutang.

And the reason why his voice is sharp may be because of the hoarseness.

The voice said faintly: Ha, little rabbit, if you tell me to show up, I will show up, who are you my old-timer?

I'm not so stupid, your swordsmanship is so powerful, when you don't show up, you've already stabbed a big hole in your body, if you show up, won't you be stabbed into a sieve?

Lan Yutang suddenly retracted and said respectfully: If the seniors really made a move just now, I'm afraid that the one who has become a sieve on his body is now under it.

The high-pitched voice was another burst of laughter, like an impatient person holding a blunt knife on a stone and grinding it like this, piercing the eardrums, and said:

Ha, that little rabbit cub is really good at talking, oops, no, I find that I like you more and more, and you said that if I am reluctant to kill you when the time comes, then I am very sorry for my nickname of killing people without blinking.

But one thing you're wrong about is that if you think you've succeeded and continue to attack, then you're probably going to be a sieve at the moment, just like him.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the dome that was shining suddenly turned again, and then, I saw a black shadow flash, and a black and slimy thing fell from above.

Then, he heard a dull sound of "plopping", and slammed something on the ground, crushing the skeleton that Shang Tianxiang threw out.

Through the afterglow of the torches on the stone wall, Shang Tianxiang suddenly discovered that the thing that fell was actually a corpse, and a sword mark on the throat of the corpse was still bleeding.

This is the masterpiece of Lan Yutang's sword just now.

And this corpse was the white-faced and green-shirted young man who brought them in just now.

In this situation, although the white-faced and green-shirted young man did not follow them in, he had been secretly monitoring them in some predictable place.