The Colosseum is a place full of despair like a demon garden.

This answer made Zhaoming feel that the blood in his body was solidified, especially after asking some simple questions, the flames in his body seemed to be about to be extinguished.

This is the cage of the losers. All the immortals and demons were captured from all over the prehistoric continent and were locked down under the Colosseum.

Like the Demon Garden, there are in and out of here, and the powerful ban is difficult to break even the Assassin, and even without guards, it is impossible to escape.

Unlike the Demon Garden, it is even more cruel, with bloody massacres being staged every day.

Every few days, the witch clan will drive monks and monsters of similar realms to the Colosseum, specifying survivors, knowing that there are only a few lives left in the entire field.

Or set up a life and death ring, go one by one, until the witch clan watching the battle is satisfied.

Such a cruel place is even better than the Demon Garden.

The Demon Garden, the place where I dare not recall, the place where Acao has disappeared, there is no sunshine, only despair.

After so many chances and luck, I finally escaped there. I didn’t expect to return to such a place now.

"How could this happen? How could this happen!" Zhaoming murmured to himself. In an instant, he felt like he was about to drown, as if he had sunk into the Yaochi again, and he could not extricate himself even if he struggled hard.

Being able to leave the Demon Garden is not your own ability, being able to escape from Wudao is not your own ability.

The last time it was because of Sun Jiuyang. This time, who can be this savior?

No one, Zhaoming couldn't imagine that he could not find a second person like Sun Jiuyang who could ignore the consequences. Even Taiyi Jinxian could not escape. What could he do as a Xuanxian?

I can only struggle here, trying to make myself live one more day until I am killed one day and die helplessly.

Zhaoming finally understood why he felt the decayed breath from the old man, and he was breathless and unable to turn the world back. He lived numbly every day, how could he not decay?

It’s not just this old man, but all the monks I see are like this. This is no longer a practitioner, but a livestock, a livestock that cannot be used to offer life and death to the witch clan’s fun.

In the near future, I will become one of them, just as numb, just as empty, just as lifeless. I will wander and struggle between being unable to live and being better than living.

This is not the result I want. I still have too many things to do, how can I end here like this!

"I'm going out, please tell me how to get out!"

In a panic, Zhaoming begged regardless of his face and wanted to leave here, and he must leave here.

The old man with a decadent aura shook his head: "There is no way to leave. Not to mention that there are guards of the Witch Clan here, even this restriction is enough to make people sigh. It is not only the top sub-sanctuary. It also has the work of the Witch Clan's high priest, which is to make you break it. You can't break it, so why do you say anything to go out?"

"No, no!" Zhao Ming shouted at the top of his lungs and shook the iron railing vigorously. But what's the use?

"I'm going out, I must go out!"

He roared unwillingly and couldn't make it by himself.

"What a quarrel! I think that living in the next battle is the main thing. Do you think you can go out just by yelling?" A Daluo Jinxian Demon Clan shouted with a look of disdain and anger.

An immortal clan in the Golden Immortal Realm sneered: "Let him shout. It's a good idea to hear this sound. In a few days, he will definitely not be as passionate as he will no longer have this passion."

"I must go out, I will go out!" Zhaoming roared and punched the iron railing. The iron railing swayed slightly, and the buzzing sound continued to echo in the underground cell.

The decaying old man shook his head slightly and sighed: "Although what the man said is not nice, it is true. Let's think about how to live longer!"

After saying that, he closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Without light, he seemed to merge with the stone wall and completely disappeared from Zhaoming's perception.

Zhaoming grabbed the iron railing tightly and gasped. He was unwilling to accept it, but he could do nothing. Destiny was so ridiculous. After all the hardships and suffering, he finally decided to leave those irrelevant things and go on the road alone. Unexpectedly, he was accidentally sent here by the water column of Yaochi.

This is clearly to kill yourself and to clear your mind and mind resentment, which is difficult to calm down.

God, Pangu, I will not lose to you, I will definitely go out from here.

He made a ruthless decision in his heart, Zhaoming gradually calmed down, and then sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to regulate his breathing and restore his body to his true energy.

The noise did not attract much attention. Although some people were surprised that the new demon clan surrendered to the current situation so quickly, they did not take it too seriously.

Monks were constantly taken out of the cage and were brought back with scars a day later. Only one out of a hundred were the numbers, and the others could no longer come back.

The sound of lament, moans, and desperate breathings came one after another in the underground prison, and soon returned to peace.

After so many days, Zhaoming's injuries had almost completely recovered, but the condition of his meridians had not improved. The impact of the huge meteor had an indelible impact on his body, and it was impossible to recover by ordinary means.

Fortunately, the Flame Art is magical and combined with the flame pattern, there will be no major problems. It’s just that the true energy is violent and cannot be calmed down, and it can no longer control the strength as before.

After adjusting his breath for a whole world, he heard a sound of footsteps and got closer and closer. The two witch tribes walked to the Zhaoming cage before stopping.

He opened the cage and directly robbed Zhaoming out. These were the two witch tribes in the realm of Daluo Jinxian. Zhaoming had no chance to escape at all, so he could only follow the two witch tribes without resistance.

Without asking the two witch tribes what they were begging themselves to do, the monks who were pushed out from here had only one destination, the Colosseum. There was only one thing to do, that was, survive the bloody killing.

After passing through the huge underground prison, he stepped onto a long stairs and stopped until the end. The sun shone, which was particularly warm, reminding Zhaoming suddenly of the scene when he first saw the sun.

This is also the case, and was escorted by the witch clan. That time he was sent to the altar, this time he was sent to the slaughterhouse.

A huge arena appeared in the field, with a large number of immortals and demons being tied around with iron chains.

The Colosseum uses various ways of entertainment to satisfy the witch clan. The last time was a survival challenge, and survived the intrigue between monsters and prisoners.

This time, it is a life-and-death ring, one death lasts until the final winner is decided. But even if you become the final winner, it does not mean that you are qualified to survive. At this time, there will always be a leader in the same level of the witch clan to come to power and fight to the death.

After experiencing huge consumption, the final winner is often seriously injured and physically and mentally exhausted. Not to mention the whole thing, but most of the winners are the witch clan.

All the prisoners had no intention of resisting and struggling, and looked hunched, and had completely succumbed to their own destiny. The only thought in their hearts was to pray that they would not be sent to the ring as soon as possible. There were no strict rules in such a ring, and one more time they died, so the more they were on the back, the more advantage they had.

However, it is just a relatively advantage, which does not mean luck. If the witch tribe takes action in the end, the one who lives to the end will often be even worse than the one who died before. When it falls into the hands of the witch tribe, they will not only kill, but also kill.

When he saw Zhaoming coming in, a large number of witch tribes suddenly started to make noise.

"See, that guy. The demon clan is not like the demon clan, and the monster beast is not like the monster."

"That guy won the last survival challenge?"

"It's not just a win, it's just like killing everyone alone! Like a lunatic, I don't know what's going on!"

"I heard that he was not caught, but flew in from outside?"

"Yes, I don't know what happened to him, but suddenly passed through the restriction and rushed in by himself!"

"It's impossible. That restriction has been adjusted by the High Priest. Even the Assassin cannot break it. How could he be a guy in the Xuanxian realm?"

"I don't know how he did it, but it's true that he rushed in directly."

Zhaoming also heard all kinds of discussions. He looked up at the sky and saw nothing, but could feel an extremely extraordinary energy shrouded in the Colosseum.

That is the ban on the Colosseum that these people talked about, the arrangement of top sub-saints, and the ban adjusted by the high priest of the witch clan, which also allowed all prisoners to completely extinguish the idea of ​​escaping.

Escape, I must escape!

Zhaoming murmured in his heart and grabbed his fist hard.

Just as I was thinking, I suddenly felt my body lightening and found that I had been grabbed by a witch clan beside me and lifted up.

"Since so many people are excited to see you, then you are the first one to play!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhaoming was thrown directly to the arena in the Colosseum.

He stood up, looked around, shouted loudly, and the witch clan with a fanatical face was ashen, and the prisoners waiting for fate to come to see clearly.

Things that had never been experienced in this made Zhaoming feel panic and even a little afraid.

"Bang!" Tie Liao's voice fell to the ground, and saw another immortal clan in the mysterious fairy realm being thrown onto the arena by the witch clan.

Before it landed, the immortal clan had already activated the true energy of the whole body, blowing his clothes, and making noises. The decadent, muddy and confused look that he didn't know where to go, and even hatred appeared in his eyebrows. The murderous aura in his eyes was like Zhaoming in front of him, like his irreconcilable enemy.

This sudden change made Zhaoming stunned and lost his mind.
Chapter completed!