The cannon fodder beauty in the book is attached to the demon lord villain

Ye Changsheng glared at Gu Ziqing with a look of disappointment on his face.

If the protagonist is not the one who suffers, or if the protagonist is not confident.

The villain is overconfident again.

Would he really do that to Xiao Chenyuan just for a lucky stone?

Gu Ziqing blinked his almond-shaped eyes a few times, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

He nodded in sudden realization, leaned close to Ye Changsheng's ear and whispered, "Brother Ye, you...you guys continue. I...I promise not to tell anyone about seeing you forcefully kissing Xiao Chenyuan."

Ye Changsheng: “…”

In a cave in Black Wind Ridge

Wang Sai turned his head in disbelief and looked at Xue Shou beside him.

"Brother Xue, he he he... this is too..."

Wang Sai swallowed and continued, "Should we report this to the Young Palace Master?"

Xue Shou lowered his head and took a bite of the blood fruit. Instead of answering, he asked, "What do you think?"

"Brother Wang, don't forget why the young palace master came to this barren desert state."

The Yin Yue Day that comes once every ten years is about to arrive, and he is the one chosen by the Young Palace Master to enjoy the blood meal on this Yin Yue Day.

Wang Sai heard this and his expression became stern. “I know what to do.”

After saying this, he once again probed his spiritual sense into the Yin Bone Dice.

In just a few words, Ye Changsheng and his group had completed two rounds of gambling.

There are only three games left.

If you pass all of them, you will successfully walk out of the Yin Bone Dice.

Xue Shou swallowed the last bite of fruit in his hand and took a closer look.

His brows furrowed immediately.

Through the blood hand flag, Xue Shou could see the situation in the Yin Bone Dice clearly.

Even though Wang Sai intervened, Ye Changsheng, Xiao Chenyuan and his party remained unharmed.

Of course, others were not so lucky.

Four of the remaining six independent cultivators died.

Nine disciples from Shengyang College were also killed.

When the channel for the sixth gambling game was activated, there were only twenty-nine surviving monks left.

Among them, there are 27 disciples from Shengyang College and 2 independent cultivators.

The moment the passage appeared, the lucky stone in Ye Changsheng's hand emitted a scorching heat again.

Unlike the previous tips, this time, every passage is a dead end.

"How is it?" Huangfu Zhuo asked, his sharp eagle eyes fixed on Ye Changsheng.

Ye Changsheng did not hide it and told the truth, "They are all death gates."

As soon as Ye Changsheng finished speaking, there were sounds of people inhaling gasps all around.

Huangfu Zhuo: "What do you think?"

Ye Changsheng: "This is the last round."

Huangfu Zhuo: "What do you mean?"

Ye Changsheng: "We are not far from the exit now."

"If we gather everyone's strength, it won't be difficult to break through and get out."

Huangfu Zhuo nodded and turned to look at Fang Chong and his group, "What do you think?"

"Let's fight." Ouyang Wuji said in a deep voice.

"That's right." Lan Ruoying, full of anger, agreed.

The feeling of cutting flesh with a blunt knife is truly excruciating.

Both Ouyang Wuji and Lan Ruoying were proud and hot-tempered people, and they could not tolerate such humiliation.

Fang Chong, Dongfang Jian, Luo Bingdie, Shui Yuze and others also agreed with this.

The rest of the people naturally followed Fang Chong and his group's lead.

Soon, everyone unanimously decided to take the initiative.

"Junior Brother Ye, you take command and we will all listen to you." Fang Chong stepped out from the crowd and proposed.

Ye Changsheng nodded and did not refuse.

He chose a passage with the weakest sacrificial power and walked in.

Xiao Chenyuan followed closely behind, following closely.

After entering the passage, the blood and energy of cultivators whose cultivation level was below that of Martial King rapidly dissipated.

In the blink of an eye, he lost his fighting power.

In less than a cup of tea's time, the only ones still standing were Ye Changsheng, Xiao Chenyuan and Huangfu Zhuo.

Luo Bingdie's usual noble and cold demeanor was gone, and her palm-sized face was filled with fear.

The feeling of losing the ability to fight was more difficult for her to accept than facing death.

Dongfang Jian tightened the magic sword in his hand with a determined look.

Fireballs fell from the sky.

Raging flames swept in from all directions, trapping everyone inside.

Fortunately, although everyone has lost their fighting power, their physical strength is still not weak.

After they recovered, they took out their magic weapons, gritted their teeth and stood up.

There was a burning desire in his eyes.