The third-level emperor cannot do it. There is not enough to see if you go in. Some of them can't be entered. They can only go to ordinary secret realms, but there are only millions of sacred stones at most at one time.
But those who are destined to get it are those who are powerful and possess rare treasures.
Usually, these third-level emperors may only receive hundreds of thousands of divine stones at one time.
Their net worths are all in the millions, and some are worth millions more.
It's not that Jian Wushuang looks down on Jian Qi's strength. Two million would be good, and twelve million would come from there.
It seems that this life and death battle is simpler than he imagined. Since the person behind him dares to make such a bet, it shows that he has absolute confidence in him.
Before the game even started, King Bai received news from Xuanyuan Dapan.
"Sword Qi is close. I have hosted a lot of third-level emperors recently. The banquets are uneven. I haven't found any private talks with other emperors!"
Jian Wushuang raised his eyebrows, apparently to deceive others.
It's almost time to play and I can't care about that much anymore. If I win later, I can directly exchange it for the divine stone and run away immediately.
Since they are all third-level emperors, or at most fourth-level emperors, the other party does not dare to act rashly in the imperial city.
In the Colosseum, the auditoriums in all directions were filled with people, at least hundreds of millions of practitioners.
To go in and watch such a life-and-death battle between emperors, the ticket requires ten sacred stones.
Calculated in this way, the Colosseum earned one billion this time.
Moreover, there is also a rule in the Colosseum. As long as you are willing to enter the ring, Dao Lord will reward you with one hundred thousand to one million sacred stones, and the Emperor will reward you with one million to one hundred million sacred stones.
But this can only be given if you win.
Jian Wushuang knows this. If he wins, it is possible to collect tens of millions in appearance fees due to his reputation as a swordsman.
Compared with these, the Colosseum still makes more money.
One billion at a time, apart from the venue and some labor costs, the royal family can earn at least 800 million.
The fifth-level emperor who sits here is the elder of the ancestral temple, a senior in the clan, and a strong member of the Xia Mang clan. He has been stationed here for a long time, and he will also take a portion of the sacred stones earned from each game.
After all, he is a fifth-level emperor. If he goes out to explore, he will probably obtain more divine stones.
But there's no danger here, and it's a good job.
Standing at the top, Jian Wushuang held a sword in one hand and jumped heavily towards the ring.
His appearance made countless people cheer!
Some of them were calling his name, obviously putting all their wealth on him.
There are still many gamblers in this imperial city.
In the Colosseum, in addition to those who volunteered to participate in the war, there were more slaves or prisoners of war collected from the battlefield, allowing them to fight here.
If you win a hundred games, you will get something, if you lose, you will naturally perish.
The fights between these people are more bloody, but their strength is generally very weak.
Most of those who can be captured are Dao Lords or some Earth Immortals. For a super dynasty like Daxia, the minimum threshold for recruiting soldiers is generally Earth Immortals.
The real army of cultivators is overwhelming, not necessarily all emperors and Taoists, but more of them are immortals.
These monks were all cannon fodder. They either died on the battlefield or were captured in large numbers.
After all, it is the combat power of the top that determines victory. If the top collapses, the bottom will lose no matter how well they fight.
In this case, why spend so many divine stones to cultivate an army of cultivators?
Just let the two ancestors fight!
King Bai said calmly: "It's not that simple. The bottom layer competes for luck. If the bottom layer loses, then the top people will probably lose with the same combat power. The emperor's space origin is to store luck.
, most strong people have to follow this rule, of course you don't have to follow the ultimate way, and you also have that special way. I think it not only has no luck, but has an evil aura, a force that is opposite to luck.
"
Hearing these words, Jian Wushuang felt murderous intent in his heart.
This White King is the most familiar to him. His original path is now only known to the White King, not even the god.
He had made an oath at the beginning, and even though he also swore not to reveal any information about each other, he was still worried. If the old guy was about to die that day, it would not be good to spread the word about him. Only the dead can keep their mouths shut.
I'm afraid King Bai thinks so too.
Although the two are one body, they each have their own agendas.
After he appeared, Huangpu Xiong held a long bluestone stick in one hand and jumped down from above, looking at Jian Wushuang with an evil look on his face.
A majestic voice sounded from above, "Start!" The person who spoke was the fifth-level emperor. According to seniority, Xia Mangguanyu had to call him uncle, and even the current emperor had to call him uncle.
With even more enthusiastic shouts, the Huangpu Bear struck first.
Sure enough, it was just as Jian Wushuang imagined. As soon as the other party took action, he saw something fishy.
The two were fighting, with loud thunder and light rain.
It's completely made for outsiders to see.
Just this, Jian Wushuang found it too funny, but there was a fifth-level emperor watching above!
Although the emperor would not pay attention to this and the tickets were earned anyway, if the two of them stopped fighting and the reputation of the Colosseum was affected, both of them would inevitably die.
boom!
"Qi penetrates the rainbow!"
This is the signature secret technique of sword qi. Its breath is like a rainbow and its power is unlimited.
I don’t know what Huangpu Xiong Yi is thinking. He doesn’t think that a fake fight will end!
This sword is a sneak attack.
When Huangpu Xiongyi didn't react, he stabbed out another sword with his backhand, pointing directly at the opponent's eyebrows.
This sword contained the ultimate meaning, which exceeded Huangpu Xiong Yi's expectation and directly seriously injured him.
Huangpu Xiong stepped back and touched his eyebrows with one hand. Anger welled up in his heart, but he did not dare to send a message.
This is different from what he discussed with Jian Qiqian!
But now that someone has changed, who will care about this.
Recalling that ten years ago, Huangpu Xiong started planning this matter as soon as he got close to Jianqi.
Jian Qi nearly has a wife who is born with an icy constitution and needs to drink fire fruit wine for many years. Fortunately, fire fruit wine is not precious. As a third-level emperor, he doesn't care about it at all.
However, a thousand years ago, Jian Qi Jin's wife suddenly had a physical mutation, from an ice soul body to one of the top ten ancient divine bodies, the "Wuji Divine Body!"
Regardless of whether it is ice soul or fire soul, once it becomes the Wuji Divine Body, it will accelerate toward extreme changes.
What used to be ice soul, now is cold shadow. Thousands of years have strengthened the physique ten thousand times.
His wife was thought to be an ordinary Taoist monarch, but now she is comparable to an emperor.
It is said that this kind of physique will attract the attention of some large sects, and maybe they will recruit his wife, but who would have thought that the ice-cold power in his wife's body has condensed into crystals and destroyed her physique.
If it is allowed to develop, it will eventually turn into a cold body.
If you really want to seek refuge in a large sect, you will be serving as a wedding dress for others.