Chapter 449 High Luck [Fourth Update]
Looking around, there were at least a million people gathered around the viewing platform, because the area within a radius of five miles was very open, there were not many buildings, and it was full of people.
Enjoying the millions of people kneeling and worshipping, Qin Jun couldn't help but narrow his eyes and smile, but he didn't speak.
According to etiquette, Qin Jun didn't say to stand up, and the kneeling subjects were not allowed to stand up.
The ministers and generals looked at each other, and they all realized that the atmosphere was not right. They hurriedly knelt down, and the loyal old man Yi took the lead, so that Jiuling Yuansheng and other Taiyi Jinxian Realm strongmen could only kneel down.
Everyone in the audience knelt down to worship Qin Jun, but he didn't speak, and the atmosphere was a little solemn.
"The Great Qin Heavenly Court has been established, and I am the king of all ages!"
Qin Jun slowly raised his hands, facing the sun, enjoying this feeling of supremacy.
About a minute later, Qin Jun just said: "Stand up!"
As soon as this was said, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They were really afraid that Qin Jun would let them kneel down.
But invisibly, this long kneeling made them more awed by Qin Jun.
Even Jin Wuhui and Qi Xie did not dare to look into Qin Jun's eyes again, especially Jin Wuhui, who sighed in his heart: "I am afraid that my swordsmanship in my heart will be broken..."
At this time, Li Jing and Nezha flew over with the Holy Emperor in dirty prison clothes.
Looking at the Holy Emperor in such a state, everyone took a breath, but no one dared to discuss it.
The former Holy Emperor was an invincible existence in their hearts, like a god, but now he has fallen into such a situation, how can people not sigh?
Now all the statues of the Holy Emperor in the Southern Domain Heaven World have been destroyed, replaced by the stone statue of Qin Jun.
"Let's start!"
Qin Jun did not waste words, and his heart was uneasy if he did not enter the Guantian Conference.
He did not want to fall back to the Huaxu realm, which would be too embarrassing.
Li Jing nodded, and then pushed the Holy Emperor out.
The Saint Emperor, who was still in a trance, noticed the strange looks from all directions. He blinked and almost wanted to die of shame.
But when he thought of the horrible torture in the Linglong Pagoda, he had to grit his teeth and raise his hands.
Each floor of the Linglong Pagoda has different restrictions, which make people live worse than death. Nezha was tortured to the point of being traumatized.
The former little tyrant is gone forever. For example, the Monkey King who was suppressed by the Five Finger Mountain for five hundred years, his rebellious figure is also gone forever.
Everyone is afraid of torture, but the torture they fear is different.
Rumble---
The Saint Emperor's hands burst out with golden magic power, like two torrents blasting towards the sky above the viewing platform, creating a golden vortex out of thin air, like a small sun floating above everyone's head.
Then a tall figure stepped out. It was a black figure, like a light body. His specific appearance could not be seen clearly, only the outline and the lines of armor could be seen. He was five meters tall, holding a big knife in his right hand, looking down at everyone indifferently.
"The Guantian Conference is about to start. Participants come here to leave their luck!"
The black shadow said coldly, without any fluctuation in his tone.
Qin Jun was not surprised. He had already known the identity of this black shadow in advance. It was probably a temple deacon or a guardian. It was called the Black Magic Envoy. This was just one of his clones without independent thinking. Other domains also had it, specifically for registering the identities of participants.
At Qin Jun's signal, Zhao Yun and Anlang flew up first.
Zhao Yun was still wearing silver armor, and the snow-like phoenix tail on his helmet fluttered in the wind. Anlang was wearing a crimson brocade. The two flew side by side, which was easy to attract attention.
The two soon came to the Black Magic Envoy. The Black Magic Envoy raised his right hand and tapped the air twice. Two black lights sank into the brows of Zhao Yun and Anlang. In an instant, two smoke-like dust appeared above their heads.
Jiuling Yuansheng quickly stretched out his hand and pulled. Two breaths quickly flew to the high platform where Qin Jun was. Tuxingsun quickly slapped the ground, and a hundred-foot-high earth wall suddenly rose in the mud next to the high platform. Nearly a hundred names were listed horizontally at the bottom. Two smoke and dust quickly fell on the names of Zhao Yun and Anlang.
This smoke and dust is the manifestation of Zhao Yun and Anlang's luck. Zhao Yun's luck is silver and only the length of his forearm for the time being, while Anlang's is black luck, up to half a meter.
When the Guantian Conference is in progress, the people and the monks can learn about their battle situation through the luck pillars of the participants. If the luck dissipates, they will die. If they want to withdraw, they must wait until the end of the Guantian Conference.
At least 70% of the participants die in each Guantian Conference.
This Tianguan Conference was led by Emperor Qin himself, and it was unknown whether it would get better.
With Zhao Yun and An Lang leading the team, the other participants flew towards the Black Magic Envoy.
The onlookers were curious about which genius had better luck. Generally speaking, the higher the luck, the stronger and less likely to die.
Although luck is mysterious, it is simply the word luck.
The higher the luck, the luckier and the greater the opportunity.
After all the participating geniuses had their luck imprinted, Qin Jun slowly flew up. So far, Jin Wuhui's luck column is one meter high, which makes An Lang, Yang Shiqi, and Xu Tianyou itch.
Everyone stared at Qin Jun closely, and they were also curious about Qin Jun's luck.
Soon, the Black Magic Envoy imprinted Qin Jun's luck.
A golden light flew out from Qin Jun's head, and under the control of Jiuling Yuansheng, it quickly flew to the hundred-foot earth wall and landed on the name of Emperor Qin, which made everyone stare wide-eyed.
The golden light seemed to be ignited and spread rapidly.
One meter!
Five meters!
Ten meters!
Twenty meters!
It is nearly six feet high, and compared with the other dozens of luck pillars, it can be said to stand out from the crowd, so dazzling.
Jin Wuhui's mouth twitched, and he was trampled on by Qin Jun again.
"Tsk tsk, you are worthy of your majesty." Anlang sighed. Now he no longer has the heart to fight with Qin Jun, and all he has is admiration.
Zhao Yun nodded and smiled: "Your majesty is the son of heaven, so it should be so."
The monks and the people also talked about it, like a pot boiling.
"You are worthy of your majesty, your luck is too high!"
"No wonder he can summon such a strong man!"
"It seems that the rumor that your majesty is the son of destiny may be true!"
"This is a good thing. The higher your majesty's luck, it will also affect our Great Qin Heaven."
Qin Jun's mouth corners slightly raised, and he was quite satisfied.
The Holy Emperor who was controlled by Li Jing and Nezha again had a bitter face. No one stood up for him. They were all talking about Qin Jun's goodness. He really failed as the Holy Emperor.
"The seal of destiny has been formed, and the Guantian Realm is about to open. Participants please be prepared!"
The Black Magic Envoy spoke again, making all the participants more nervous.
No one can participate in the Guantian Conference twice, at least not in the Southern Region. Everyone is the first time. They have heard all kinds of legends about the Guantian Conference, so nervousness is inevitable.
But more of it is excitement. All participants who survived the Guantian Conference have obtained benefits that ordinary people can hardly imagine!
The fourth update! Hahaha, I set the computer time two minutes ahead, so I won't crash under the sense of urgency.