Seeing that the decaying old man nodded, Zhaoming hurriedly asked, "Senior, when can we start!"

The decaying old man did not rush to answer, but looked at him and asked, "What can I do if my meridians return to normal? I am not still imprisoned here. According to the rules of the Colosseum, there are rarely too many battles that go beyond the level. If you are Xuanxian, your opponent is basically Xuanxian, and there are Golden Immortals by chance. If you reach the realm of Golden Immortals, your opponent will have Daluo Golden Immortals."

"In the Colosseum, improving your strength is not necessarily a good thing, and it may make you die faster!"

Zhaoming wanted to shake his head, but it was difficult to do it. He could only look at the stone slab on the top and said firmly: "I must become stronger. I want to escape from here. I still have too many things to do and can't die here."

The decaying old man's expression remained unchanged and said slowly: "I have failed once. You have tried Wulong's methods, are you still thinking about escaping?"

When Zhaoming heard the decaying old man's words, he felt aroused in his heart. He thought of the other party's reminder at that time. It was inexplicable and incredible. At this time, he seemed to have expected this result, and immediately asked in confusion: "Senior, did you know that I would end like this?"

The decaying old man closed his eyes, opened it again and said, "Not bad!"

"Why?" Zhaoming was puzzled. If the other party said that he was just seeing that he was tortured, he would not help him. But if he said that he was not, he would be unable to explain it.

The decaying old man sighed: "Why do you feel about the monks here when you are here?"

Zhaoming hesitated for a moment, then answered: "Sad!"

The decaying old man blinked: "Yes, lifeless. Everyone here comes like you when they come, unable to accept it, and they are determined to go out, and the noise caused is much greater than yours."

"The Witch Clan did not kill them. They even used means to restrict them. Instead, they deliberately did not close the doors and did not leave the guards as yesterday, so that they could escape. It was just that the restrictions here were too powerful. Even if no one was guarding them, as long as the restrictions were not broken, they would not be able to escape at all."

"Escape again and again, being caught back again and again, suffering from various means of Wulong, the toughness in my heart finally disappeared and became what I am now. Except for newcomers like you, people here no longer have the idea of ​​running away."

So that's it. Zhaoming suddenly realized that no wonder when he came out of the cage yesterday, all the monks here looked like that. Now I think about it. I'm afraid I'm waiting for him to come back like a show.

The decaying old man's eyes raised slightly, looking at the stone slab on the top, his eyes deep, as if he had passed through here and saw the starry sky in the distance.

After a while, he said with great sentimentality: "The Witch Clan wants to completely abolish the demons and immortals that fell into their hands. There are many ways to make a person completely decay, and the most effective thing is to let the other party see hope again and again and crush the hope again and again."

"The pain that seems to be a broken dream is far superior to the damage brought by **. When the hope of escape is shattered again and again, the idea of ​​leaving becomes increasingly weak until it disappears. Just like now, even if you see hope of escape again, everyone will no longer believe in this hope, and will not act like running away."

"The dead are already all over, but the living are only able to struggle for life. They dare not have any other extravagant hopes. Such immortals and demons are already insensitive, and their fear of the witch clan has penetrated into their bone marrow. What threat will be even if they leave here?"

"To destroy a race, not from the top, but from the spirit. The witch clan has done it. The demon clan here is destroyed. They should be better off dying here. Even if they can go out, it will not help the demon clan. Instead, it will affect the demon clan outside, making all demon clans feel that the end of the world is coming."

It would be better to die here. This is not a curse, but a wish. The decaying old man's words made Zhaoming stiff all over his body, and the chill in his heart froze him tightly like the ice aura before.

In such a place, no one would have such thoughts, but the decaying old man has it, not because it is vicious, but because it is helpless.

Decay is contagious. Once these demons return to the outside world, there are disadvantages but no benefits.

No, it won't be like this, Zhaoming said in his heart, took a deep breath, and said loudly: "No, my demon clan is the strongest race. Even if it becomes like this now, the flames in his heart will burst sooner or later."

He didn't know whether this was trustworthy, but he had to believe it even if he couldn't believe it. He couldn't imagine what he could do without hope.

The decaying old man sighed: "Maybe as you said, there is still anger suppressed in the deepest part of everyone's hearts, as if boiling oil is boiling, and it can turn into a huge flame at a glance. Unfortunately, the witch clan will never let the Mars that can ignite these boiling oils. Without sparks, it will not be a prairie fire."

Escape without hope will not only not become Mars, but will gradually make the oil in your heart cold until it becomes like a pool of stagnant water.

The witch clan is not stupid and very smart. They are using this method to extinguish the flames in the hearts of all prisoners.

"Haha!" Zhao Ming smiled with difficulty, pulled the wound on his body, feeling a little uncomfortable, and said firmly: "Witch clan will definitely pay the price when playing with fire. As long as I am not dead, I will definitely not give up the hope of escaping. If I fail, I will just die. If I become, I will become this spark and burn it completely."

The sound was quite loud and spread all around, but no demon clan responded. Someone glanced at it, even the most eager response. Once upon a time, they were so ambitious, but now they are... discouraged.

Not only them, but also the decaying old man, did not see any response. He just told Zhaoming about the situation and did not think about what Zhaoming could really do.

After a moment of pause, the old man got back to the point and said, "Your condition is a bit complicated. Although it is better than mine, it can't be done in a day or two. The true qi in your body will help me recover. In the future, I can borrow your true qi to recover and try my best to help you straighten your meridians."

If he was at his peak, he could do it easily, but now he can only take it slowly like a decorating cocoon.

"It's so good, no matter how long it takes, as long as it can recover!"

Zhaoming nodded, as long as there is hope, the joy in his heart swept away the haze brought before.

Lying quietly on the ground to regulate your breathing and constantly recover your body.
Chapter completed!