Chapter 487 Sensation

The killing of the three gods is definitely a major event that shocked the five prisons, comparable to the invasion of the demon clan. However, it will take time for all this to be passed on.

In a short period of time, the people in the five prisons still know nothing about all this. Most of the people are still talking about the meeting of the gods and the competition for the crown of the gods.

And with the beginning of the Conference of the Gods, more and more people have poured into the holy city outside the mountain of the gods. Although these people can't enter the mountains of the gods, let alone know what happened inside, this does not affect people's enthusiasm for the holy city.

Whether it is to see the demeanor of the major gods and emperors, or to make friends with these temples, the empire, in the eyes of many people, it is a great opportunity that is difficult to encounter in their lifetime.

If you can get along with the three temples such as the Temple of Light, you will wake up with a smile in your dreams! Therefore, although many gods and emperors only made a slight appearance, they disappeared in the mountain of the gods.

People outside can't see anything except the blurred outline of the divine mountain in the distant sky. There are still countless people gathered in the city, talking excitedly.

Many restaurants in the city are even more overcrowded at this time, and people are talking about the meeting of the gods everywhere. There are even big families in the city who seized this opportunity and openly opened the market to bet on who will compete for the laurel championship.

The center of the holy city was originally the place where the announcements were issued in the city. At this time, it was a sea of people. A group of half-step golden warriors can be seen everywhere. From time to time, you can also see some powerful golden saints, and even the high emperor-level masters, mixed in the crowd, making this city more Plus congestion and prosperity.

Of course, as the supreme golden emperor, it is naturally impossible to simply come and join the fun. In the center of the square, where the notice was originally issued, a huge bulletin board has been erected.

On the sign, the names of all the gods and emperors who entered the divine mountain are listed! There is a long list of numbers behind everyone's name.

These are the odds of the great gods and emperors! Xia Jun's name is also on it. However, his ranking is extremely low, and he is the last of all the silver emperors. It's just that the ranking is slightly higher than that of a few bronze emperors.

That is still the organizer's deliberately ranked up considering Xia Jun's fierce name and the identity of the divine son. Otherwise, Xia Jun will definitely be the last one in the ranking!

However, although it is not the last one, Xia Jun's odds are also the worst of all the gods and emperors. Other gods and emperors, even the worst, there are hundreds behind, thousands in *, expressing their concern.

But there is nothing behind Xia Jun's name, and the amount of betting is zero! That is to say, no one in the whole holy city thought that Xia Jun would win the meeting of the gods.

Even if it's just a victory and then being eliminated, no one will pay attention to such a bet. It's really unpopular!

Of course, occasionally, there are also some speculators who like to be unpopular, who are rich and look at Xia Jun's name on the bulletin board with extremely critical and critical eyes, and the lonely word behind the name.

For example, now, a fat middle-aged man has noticed Xia Jun's name. He was wearing a luxurious robe, ten fingers, and each with a huge diamond-inlaid storage ring. He was obviously an extremely rich businessman. Behind him were more than a dozen armed guards wearing full semi-sacred equipment.

The most surprising thing is that these guards are all half-step golden warriors!

From this outfit alone and those powerful and almost luxurious guards, everyone knows how rich and powerful this middle-aged man is.

When he approached the bulletin board, the owner of the holy city greeted him personally and opened his arms and laughed:

"Hahaha, my most respected old friend, I knew that you will never miss such a grand event if you are smart... Old friend, the meeting of the gods has begun. How about it? Aren't you going to play two games? Or, you have made a judgment and plan to make a big profit from me?

The owner of the holy city greeted enthusiastically and did not hide that he was the identity of the behind-the-scenes banker. The middle-aged fat man also doesn't care. He shook the fat on his face and gave a hug to the city owner in front of him in an exaggerated posture.

He smiled and said, "Aha, Lord, you still like to joke with me like this! To be honest, I do have a cold idea, but you actually let me bet on this guy, which is insulting my IQ!"

"How do you say that?" The owner of the holy city was a little stunned.

The fat middle-aged businessman raised his bloated chin, moved towards the bulletin board with Xia Jun's name, and then stretched out five sausage-like thick fingers and shook:

"Well, old friend, look, I know the Son of Light, the Son of Darkness, and the Son of Sea! I have also heard of the Ice and Snow Emperor, the Deep Blue Emperor, and the Star Luo Emperor! But...

Who is this guy named Xia Jun? Oh, my God, he is still wearing the aura of the Son of God. Is there a huge empire behind him? Is there a powerful temple?

No, he has nothing. He is a country bum, a small man, a city lord. I think you are a friend, but you let me bet on this guy. You said, how can such a guy who can't get on the table win? Maybe it's the biggest surprise that he can come out alive. It's gone!" |

After listening to the middle-aged fat man's words, the face of the owner of the holy city also showed an embarrassment. Indeed, although he also included Xia Jun on the bulletin board, he did not think that Xia Jun could win at all. Obviously, the middle-aged fat man also heard something. The owner of the holy city could only dispel the attention of blackmailing this rich old friend and spread out his hand and made an apologetic gesture:

"My friend, I was just joking with you. No matter how greedy I am, I won't let you put your bet on a god who is doomed to lose. Well, I have a few internally optimistic emperors, and their strength is very good. If you bet on them, there will definitely be surprises!"

"Hum, lord, that's right. We are friends, friends, and we should help each other, right?" The middle-aged fat man finally smiled with satisfaction, and then slowly walked towards the place of * accompanied by the city owner.

And shortly after the middle-aged fat man left, four people walked to the bulletin board engraved with Xia Jun's name, which was a combination of three women.

The clothes are gorgeous and young. At first glance, she is a noble lady of a big family. Especially the girl in red dress in the front is extremely lively. As she walks, she urges her three companions, "Hurry up and help me find it. Let's see where I can buy the Bright God to win. I have decided to suppress all my dowry. My Bright God will definitely win the final victory. "!"

These four people were the noble youth who invited Xia Jun to drink outside the city before the conference began. But at this time, except for the girl's crazy face, the three young people's faces were very unhappy.

They all secretly have a good impression on lively girls, and naturally they can't accept it. Their hearts have other people in their hearts. As for buying the bright god son to win, it is not happy.

Suddenly, one of the people's eyes were sharp and found that he had actually walked to Xia Jun's betting point. His eyes suddenly lit up and he was surprised and said, "It turns out that killing the god also has odds. Shall we buy it!"

"What, killing the Son of God is the murderer who abused the Son of Light outside the city? Such a person is the most annoying. Why do you want to buy him to win!" The lively girl is not happy. Anyone who is disrespectful to her Prince Charming is a bad guy!

But it's okay if the lively girl doesn't say it. In this way, the three young princes behind are rebellious. They will never admit that they are jealous and look at each other. They all nodded vaguely. Instead of buying your rival to win, it's better to invest money in Xia Jun.

"We have decided to buy the Killing Son to win!"

"What?" The lively girl almost suspected that she had heard it wrong.

The stewant who is responsible for accepting bets is also full of incredible faces. Since the odds of Xia Jun, no one has paid attention for two days. It is unpopular at all. How did it happen today? The sun came out in the west, and someone came to bet, and there were only three at a time?

"Are you sure you want to buy the killing son to win?" The stewman thought that the three young men must be crazy.

"Yes, we are optimistic about killing the Son of God, and all the Xuanjing is on him!" The three young people are also straightforward. Anyway, they are betting, and they can't give them to their rivals.

With the betting of the three people, the zero word after Xia Jun's name on the bulletin board finally turned into a poor 30,000-level Xuanjing. Although this poor bet was still at the bottom of all the gods and emperors, it still caused countless people to shake.

"What, someone killed the son of God*! This is the prodigal son!"

"Madman, there is nowhere to spend if you have too much money. Even if you buy those emperors with the strength of bronze emperors, it's better than buying the killing gods who don't know how to help!"

"That's right, who doesn't know that there is a grudge between Xia Jun and the Sea Temple? This time, the Sea God is also in Shenshan. I guess it's a problem that Xia Jun can go down the mountain alive. Unexpectedly, someone bought him to win. It's really funny..."

However, before the man could speak, suddenly, countless golden lights and locusts flew in over the whole city, and even a bright sword light flew over at an unparalleled speed. ;

"What happened? A lot of notes!"

"Look, that seems to be the sound of the sword temple!"

The whole holy city was completely boiling. A silver emperor belonging to the Sword Temple quickly faced the sword light and asked anxiously, "Your Highness the Sword God, what else!"

You know, flying sword transmission is a special means that can only be used at the critical moment of life and death! Feeling the man's breath, the flying sword brush paused, and then the whole holy city resounded with the sound of the sword god's anxiety and fear.

"Listen, everyone, the demons invaded, and the mountain of the gods has been invaded by the demons. All the people of the sword temple immediately rushed back to the temple without delay!"

"Sword God, how's the Light God of my family, and the Sea God, the Dark God, why don't you see their voice!" Three silver emperors couldn't wait to fly up and asked loudly.

"Are you talking about those three people? Humph, they are all dead. The three gods besieged a person, but they were killed back. It's ridiculous!"

In the light of the sword, the sword god's indifferent answer came.

This answer also plunged the whole holy city into shock and madness. How is it possible that all the three gods died?

Everyone felt unbelievable that the death of the three gods was even more shocking and horrible than the mountain of the gods being captured by the demons!

"How can His Royal Highness the Son of Light be so likely to die? He is the strongest son of God!" It is difficult for the people of the Temple of Light to accept this fact.

Similarly, the people of the Sea Temple and the Dark Temple are also unacceptable!

"Presumptuous, are you lying to me? The Son of Light, the Son of the Dark God, and the Son of the Sea God, they have besieged and killed the Son of God. They have all been killed by the Son of God. Dozens of God and emperors have seen this with their own eyes, if they don't believe it. You can ask them!"

In the flying sword, there was an extremely indifferent voice of the sword god, and then shot into the distance, and the people of the Sword Temple hurriedly followed. Countless swords rose to the sky and disappeared into the sky.

And the rest were still immersed in the shock of the news of the sword god son. The three gods, the three strongest gods, actually died, and listening to the words of the sword god son, the three gods joined hands to attack Xia Jun, but they were killed by Xia Jun!

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. The Son of Light is the most powerful. How can he not defeat the murderer!" Hearing the news, the lively girl felt that her heart was about to break.

His Prince Charming was killed by a butcher! The girl's tears fell down. The three companions behind her also widened their eyes in shock.

Killing the Son of God is so strong! But this was said by the Sword God, and there must be no mistake! The three barely suppressed their horror, and suddenly, they looked at the bulletin board just now, especially the string of numbers behind Xia Jun's name! I couldn't help screaming.

"Oh, my God, tell me that this is not a dream. We just seemed to have bought the son of killing God to win!"

"Yes, it's true, * is still in my hands, hahaha, we're going to get rich, we're going to make a fortune!"

At the same time, beside the city owner, the fat middle-aged man with big ears was full of regret. While slapping himself, he jumped his feet and scolded: "I'm confused. Why am I so confused! At the beginning, didn't I want to bet on killing the Son of God? After all, that hand was cheap, and in the end I hesitated!"

You know, Xia Jun's odds are definitely unpopular, but once the bet wins, even if it is just a little Xuanjing, the reward may be 1,000 times, 10,000 times!

At the thought of just now, I actually missed the wealth of earning 10,000 times the profit. The middle-aged businessman was not well, and his fat was miraculously stiff at this moment.