The three figures flying out of the army of mages are a thin old man, a short man, and a middle-aged Confucian scholar, who are the three masters of the Mulan tribe.

The army of monks also flew out three rays of escape lights and landed in front of the three masters. It was Master Zhiyang, the old demon Hehuan and Wei Wuya.

After seeing Master Zhiyang and the others, the middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled and bowed, "It's still time for the three fellow Taoists to regret it now. As long as you give up half of your territory for us to live in the Mulan tribe, this battle can be avoided."

The old demon Hehuan snorted coldly and said, "You are so beautiful! The Mulan people invaded Tiannan and killed so many people from various sects. Even if you want to give up now, I am afraid that the monks behind me will not agree."

"Since it's useless to say more, then start the betting war!"

The thin old man knew that just a few words would definitely not convince the old demon Hehuan and the others, so he urged him impatiently.

"It is natural to want to engage in a betting war, but what about the prisoners you promised! If we don't see anyone, we will not agree to this betting war."

"Don't worry! We won't be tampering with such things."

After the middle-aged Confucian scholar finished speaking, his lips moved slightly and sent a message to the army of monks behind him. Soon a thousand monks were pushed out of the army of monks.

However, except for the clothes, all the other things on these monks were confiscated by the army of monks, and most of them looked ashamed.

After seeing these prisoners who were pushed out, the army of monks also had a stir, and many monks recognized their captured fellow disciples.

A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the dwarf master, and he said impatiently: "Since you have seen the prisoners, you can start the betting battle now, right?"

Master Zhiyang fooled him seriously: "Of course not! If we agree to the bet battle but you regret killing the prisoners, wouldn't we lose a lot? We will only agree to the bet battle unless you release these prisoners first."

"Do you think we Mulan people are fools?"

"What do you think should you do? We can't believe what you Mulan people say anyway."

The thin old man waved his hand and said directly: "Okay, since that's the case, then we will release half of the prisoners first, and wait until the gambling war is over before letting go. If you refuse to engage in the gambling war, then we can only kill these prisoners and sacrifice flags and fight to the death with you."

When Master Zhiyang heard this, he secretly communicated with the old demon Hehuan and others, then nodded and said, "Okay, just do what you said! As long as you release someone from there, we will agree to a gambling battle."

After the Zhiyang Master and the others negotiated the conditions with the three masters, the two sides flew back to various camps and then arranged the next gambling battle.

Shortly after the three great masters returned to the army of Dharma, the ban on the five hundred prisoners with the weakest cultivation was lifted, and the five hundred prisoners quickly returned to the camp of the army of monks with surprise.

Just when the prisoners were still a hundred meters away from the army camp, hundreds of monks flew out of the army, checked the physical condition of the prisoners, and found that they were not tampered with, so they took them back to the army camp.

With Xiang Yu's somewhat playful gaze, dozens of formation mages flew out of the army camps on both sides quickly, landing in the center of the army on both sides, and dividing into ten places to start the arrangement of magic circles.

Although Xiang Yu guessed that the Mulan people would definitely make trouble during the gambling battle, he didn't care too much. Anyway, with the Daxu Legion behind him as the backing, the Mulan people could not escape the fate of defeat.

With the joint arrangement of dozens of formation mages, ten magic circles that were enough to trap the Nascent Soul cultivators were quickly arranged, and ten white light shields with an area of ​​seventy or eighty feet appeared between the two armies.

After these formation masters confirmed that there was no problem with the magic circle, they retreated to their respective camps, and ten cultivators and mages of the Killing Physical Stage flew to the side of the magic circle. Each cultivator and mage jointly supervised the operation of a magic circle.

"Swoosh swish swish..."

After the monks and mages who were responsible for supervising the operation of the magic circle were in place, the twenty old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage who were responsible for participating in the gambling battles on both sides flew out of various camps.

But what surprised everyone was that the ten old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage flew out of the mage camp were all black-robed men with demonic energy all over, and their auras reached the peak of the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage.

"Don't you think it's a bit strange? The people sent by Mulan people are all demon cultivators, and there is not even a mid-stage cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage."

When Long Han saw those men in black robe, he suddenly felt something was wrong in his heart, and secretly sent a message to Master Zhiyang and the others.

Master Zhiyang sent a voice quietly: "Fellow Daoist Long, don't worry. Yesterday, I had already given each of the ten fellow Taoists who participated in the gambling battle a broken ban bead. Even if the Mulan people really cheated, fellow Taoists who participated in the gambling battle could directly use the break ban bead to break the magic circle shield."

"It turns out that fellow Taoist Zhiyang had already made some arrangements, so Long was relieved."

When Long Han heard this, his uneasiness suddenly disappeared a lot and nodded calmly.

"Bang bang bang..."

Just when Long Han was secretly relieved, the ten black-robed men who entered the magic circle had a mutant at the same time. Their bodies suddenly expanded like balloons, and then exploded with a bang.

The flesh and blood of the man in black robe instantly dyed the outer array guard red, forming a huge blood-red flesh ball.

The ten mages responsible for presiding the formation flew back to the mage army without looking back. The ten cultivators in the Kalpa stage whose faces changed drastically were removed from the magic circle shield as soon as possible.

However, when the outer magic array shield was lifted, the red meat balls were still condensed in the magic array, and the ten old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage who participated in the gambling battle were obviously trapped in it.

Compared to the Zhiyang Master and the others with a uglier expression, the three masters of the Mulan tribe couldn't help but show a sinister smile.

"Master of the House, is this Blood Luo shield really as powerful as the noble sect said? It can trap the Nascent Soul cultivator in it for half a day."

The man in black robe sneered, "Don't worry! This Blood Luo cover is one of the six secret techniques of this sect. Not only does it require the sacrifice of ten blood corpses that have been kept for a hundred years in captivity, but it will take at least a half-time to break this cover by the late Nascent Soul monks. I think the three divine masters shouldn't give them a chance, right?"

"Of course not! Without these ten mid-stage cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage, the strength of the cultivator Tiannan will inevitably be greatly damaged. Half a day is enough to make the battle decide the outcome."

"It's true that there's a fraud!"
Chapter completed!