"Wan Dao Sword Sovereign (
The third-order emperor won't do it, it's not enough to go in, some can't go in, and can only go to the general secret realm, but where there is at most millions of sacred stones at a time.
But the people who got the life are some powerful people with strange treasures.
Usually these third-tier emperors can receive hundreds of thousands of sacred stones at one time.
The worth is between millions, and the more are millions.
Jian Wushuang's strength wasn't that Jian Wushuang looked down on him. Two million would be pretty good. Twelve million came from there.
It seems that this life-and-death battle is simpler than he imagined. Since the people behind him dare to bet like this, it shows that he has absolute confidence in him.
Before he even played, King Bai received news from Xuanyuan Dapan.
"The sword is near. Recently, I have hosted a lot of third-order emperors. Among them, they are uneven. I haven't found any too private talks with other emperors!"
Jian Wushuang raised his brows, it seemed that he was trying to confuse others.
I can't manage that much when I'm on the court soon, so I can exchange for the **** stone when I win and run away immediately.
Since they are all Tier 3 emperors, and Tier 4 at most, in the imperial city, the opponent dare not act rashly.
Inside the Colosseum, the audience in all quarters was full of people, at least hundreds of millions of practitioners.
To go in and watch, like this kind of life-and-death battle between emperors and monarchs, the ticket will cost ten **** stones.
Counting this down, the Colosseum made a billion this time.
And there is a rule in the Colosseum. As long as they are willing to enter the arena, the Taoist will reward one hundred thousand to one million sacred stones, and the emperor will reward one hundred thousand to one hundred million sacred stones.
But this has to be won before it can be given.
This point Jian Wushuang knew that if he won, it would be possible to charge another ten million yuan in appearance fees with his sword-like reputation.
Compared with these, the Colosseum still earns more.
One billion at a time, in addition to the venue and some labor costs, the royal family can make at least 800 million.
The fifth-order emperor who sits here is the elder of the ancestral temple, the senior in the clan, and the powerhouse of the Xia Mang clan. He is stationed here for a long time, and he will also draw a part of the sacred stone he earned in each game.
After all, it is a fifth-order emperor, if you go out and wander around, you will probably get more divine stones.
But there is no danger here, and it is a good job.
Standing at the highest point, Jian Wushuang held a sword in one hand and leaped heavily towards the ring.
His appearance made countless people cheer!
Some of them were calling his name, apparently weighing his wealth on his body.
In this imperial city, there are still many gamblers.
In the Colosseum, in addition to volunteers to participate in the war, more slaves or prisoners of war collected from the battlefield, let them fight here.
If you win a hundred games, you will get only one, but if you lose, you will fall.
These people's fights were more bloody, but their strength was generally weak.
Most of the people who can be captured are Taoists or some earth immortals. For a super dynasty like Da Xia, the lowest threshold for conscription is generally earth immortals.
The real army of cultivators is overwhelming, not necessarily all emperors and lords, and more of them are heaven and earth.
These monks were all cannon fodder, either fell on the battlefield or were caught in large numbers.
After all, it is the top-level combat power that determines the victory, and the top-level collapses, and no matter how good it is, it will lose.
In this case, why spend so many sacred stones to cultivate an army of cultivators.
Just let the two ancestors fight a fight!
King White said lightly: "It's not that simple. The bottom layer is fighting for air luck. If the bottom layer loses, then the upper level is likely to lose under the same combat power. The origin of the emperor's space is to store air luck. , Most powerful people must follow this rule. Of course, you don't need to follow this ultimate way, and you still have that special way. I think the above is not only unlucky, but has evil aura, the opposite power of air luck. "
Hearing these words, Jian Wushuang leaked murderous intentions in his heart.
This King White is most familiar with him, his origin is now only known to King White, not even the god.
At the beginning, he made an oath, although there was also an oath not to disclose their respective information, but he was still worried, in case this old guy was about to die that day, shaking his affairs out, it was not good, only the dead can control his mouth.
I'm afraid King White thinks so too.
Although the two are one body, each is pregnant.
After he played, Huangpu Xiong held a bluestone long stick in one hand, and jumped down from above, looking at Jian Wushuang with a sullen expression on his face.
A majestic voice sounded from above, "Start!" The speaker was the fifth-order emperor. According to seniority, Xia Mang Guanyu had to call the other uncle, and even the current emperor would call the other uncle.
Accompanied by a more enthusiastic shout, the Whampoa Bear took action first.
Sure enough, just as Jian Wushuang had imagined, as soon as the opponent moved his hands, he saw the strangeness.
The two fight, the thunder is loud, the rain is small.
It's completely for outsiders.
It's just this point, Jian Wushuang thought it was too funny, but there was a fifth-order emperor watching him!
Although the emperor won't pay attention to these ~www.mtlnovel.com~ anyway, the tickets are earned, but if the two don't fight, it will affect the reputation of the Colosseum, and neither of them will escape death.
boom!
"Fine through Changhong!"
This is the signature uniqueness of Jian Qi, the breath is like a rainbow, and the power is unlimited.
I don't know what Huangpu Xiong thinks, he wouldn't think that the fake fight would end there!
This sword is a sneak attack.
As soon as Huangpu Xiong didn't react, he stabbed another sword with his backhand, pointing straight at the center of the opponent's eyebrows.
This sword contained the ultimate meaning, surpassing Huangpu Xiongyi's expectation, and directly injured him seriously.
As soon as Huangpu Xiong stepped back, he touched his eyebrows with one hand, angrily surged in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak.
This is different from what he discussed with Jian Qi!
But now that people have changed, who will care about these.
Recalling that ten years ago, Huangpu Xiong began planning this matter as soon as he approached Jianqi.
Jianqi has a wife who is born with a natural ice body physique. He needs to drink fire fruit wine for many years. Fortunately, fire fruit wine is not precious. As a third-order emperor, he doesn't care about it at all.
However, a thousand years ago, the wife who was close to the sword suddenly changed her physique, changing from the ice body to the "Wuji Divine Body!" one of the ten ancient divine bodies!
Regardless of whether it is Ice Soul or Huo Soul, once it becomes the Promise Divine Body, it will accelerate toward extreme changes.
It used to be Ice Soul, but now it is Cold Shadow. Thousands of years have strengthened its physique ten thousand times.
His wife was an ordinary Taoist monarch, but now she can rival the emperor.
It is said that this physique will attract the attention of some large sects, and maybe his wife will be recruited, but who would think that the cold power in his wife's body has condensed into crystals, which has destroyed her physique.
If it is allowed to develop, it will eventually become an icy body.
If you really want to take refuge in the big sect, you are also serving as a wedding dress for others.
Chapter end
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