Being taken out of prison and returning to the Colosseum that shines with sunshine but makes people feel cold in their hearts.

Just like last time, it was the life and death arena again. Hundreds of monks around were already escorted by the witch clan, waiting for the start of the battle. Unlike last time, all the monks this time were demon clans, and none of them were immortal clans.

The battle of trapped beasts is about to begin, and the witch clan watching the battle is already so excited that it keeps making noises. When he sees Zhaoming appear, he screams, as if he is unable to control himself.

Meng Huai stood on the stone platform and looked at Zhaoming from afar, smiled slightly, and said loudly: "You should feel honored. There are not many people in the Colosseum that can make my witch warriors remember. Could it be that the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm is, and you are the first one to be in the Xuanxian Realm like you."

No Xuanxian dared to break the ban on the Colosseum in front of more than 100,000 witch tribes when they first went to fight. Although Zhaoming failed, the witch tribe who watched the battle was remembered in his heart.

Zhaoming looked at him without any weakness and laughed: "Since I want to remember me, remember it clearly. My name is Zhaoming. If I don't die, one day I will ask you to hide a million corpses from the witch clan and stain the prehistoric world with blood."

"Haha!" Meng Huai also laughed: "You are not the first to say such things in front of me, but those who say such things in the Xuanxian Realm are unprecedented. If I were you, even if I had such a thought, I would shut up and hide it in my heart, because the people who said these words had disappeared from this world. None of the demon clans who dared to oppose my witch clan would have a good ending."

"Haha...hahaha!" Zhaoming laughed louder, the more he laughed, it became more and more difficult to suppress. He looked at Meng Huai and shouted: "Shameless, when I was in my demon clan, my demon clan, dare you say a harsh word? Even if the demon prince is not there, my demon clan's true dragon, phoenix and qilin are in the prehistoric world. Do you dare to step into the prehistoric world?"

"It will be not until the civil war of my demon clan has declined, that your witch clan dares to leave the Wudao, which has been hiding for millions of years. Then stand here and say such arrogant words. Don't you know how to write the word "shamed"? If you want to kill or cut, you will do whatever you want, but if you want me to say soft words, I may remember you when the day your witch clan dies."

Meng Huai laughed furiously: "Okay, okay! Let me see how tough you are. Come and throw him onto the ring and the battle begins!"

The two witch clans who were escorting Zhaoming had already changed their faces. They didn't think much about hearing the order at this moment. They bound Zhaoming with their true energy, then soared into the air, smashing him hard on the ring like throwing a stone.

With a "bang", Zhaoming's body was sliding against the ring stone slab for dozens of meters before stopping. Although it did not cause any injuries, it looked extremely embarrassed.

As soon as he dissolved his true energy that bound him, a demon clan was thrown up.

Before the demon clan landed, Meng Huai shouted: "Kill him, you don't have to fight within a year!"

The same rewards are also effective. The demon clan rushed towards Zhaoming before he could stand firm after landing. He didn't have to fight for a year. For those living in such a desperate hell, the temptation is too great.

Seeing the demon clan rushing towards him, Zhaoming did not dodge as he did last time, but instead rushed over. There is no doubt that once he dodges again, the witch clan who gave orders would use the same trick again, allowing his subordinates to throw more demon clans up until he forced himself to take action.

In this bloody colosseum, the longer you live, the stronger your talent will be. This demon clan is not a weak person, but he is afraid he is a bull-headed demon, but Zhao Ming doesn't take it seriously when fighting in the same realm.

The Pear Immortal Step easily flashed through the opponent's attack. Then, the Pear Immortal Step accelerated and kicked the demon clan out of the ring with one kick.

The kick was extremely powerful, and after the demon tribe who was knocked off landed, he only moaned and couldn't stand up.

"He left the ring and I won!"

Looking at Meng Huai on the stone platform, Zhaoming said coldly. Dodging is not a way, only by defeating the opponent. As long as you control your strength, you can naturally lose your combat effectiveness without losing your life.

I thought Meng Huaihui was going to say something, but I didn't expect that he would nod very simply: "That's natural. Even if you lose after leaving the ring, you have lost the power to fight again. But..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a hint of sarcasm appeared on his face, and then he heard a scream. Zhao Ming looked in the voice and his face immediately changed. He saw a witch clan holding a heart in his hand and biting it. The demon clan who was knocked away stretched out his hand and looked at the heart in the witch clan's hand, as if he wanted to catch it, but he was unable to do it.

He made a series of hoarse screams like a crow, and finally he was exhausted to the end, no longer moving, and his breath gradually dissipated.

The head is the leader of the Six Yangs, and the heart is the foundation of life. Not everyone practices the furnace body refining like Zhaoming. If they are not able to cultivate, they may die if their heart is injured. And like this demon clan, they are directly taken out of their heart, it is even more impossible to survive.

"Do you think that defeating them can save their lives? Naive!" Meng Huai laughed: "This is the Colosseum, a stage of life and death. Two people can only live at most one, otherwise they will all die, and there will be no third choice. Since he is defeated, he will naturally die."

As he spoke, blood flowed out of the heart that had been swallowed halfway, and fell drop by drop on the body of the demon clan that had lost his life.

Looking at the corpse that had lost its life and the heart that had been bitten away from most of the blood, Zhaoming suddenly calmed down strangely. This was not because he had become accustomed to it, but because he had escaped from anger. Anger alone could no longer express the hatred in his heart.

He clenched his fists and slowly let go. Zhaoming had no expression on his face, neither sad nor happy. He looked up slightly and looked at Meng Huai on the stone platform and asked loudly: "What's your name?"

Meng Huai smiled faintly: "Listen, my name is Meng Huai, who is responsible for everything in the Colosseum. Here, I am the master of you, the lowly demon clan. My Meng family is a witch clan..."

Meng Huai seemed to be proud and intended to exaggerate his background. Zhaoming shook his head and interrupted him: "That doesn't matter. What's important is that you listen well. As long as Zhaoming is not dead, one day I will crush you little by little here and turn you into ashes in the flames."

"Haha!" Meng Huai laughed: "I'm waiting for this day, I'm afraid you won't be able to wait!"

With a wave of his hand, he shouted loudly: "Continue!"

Another demon race was thrown on the ring. This was an ape monster. Its original body was a black-backed white ape. It was extremely rare and its talent was extraordinary.

If it were other Xuanxian, he would not be afraid, but Zhaoming was different. A powerful man who knocked his opponent away from the ring with every move, and a person who dared to compete with Meng Huai at all costs, just his momentum had already suppressed him.

My body trembled slightly, and a wisp of timid light flashed in my eyes. I wanted to survive, but I knew that I was probably Zhaoming's opponent.

It’s not to fight, it’s not to fight, it’s hesitant and don’t know what to do.

Looking at the two people standing and not taking action, Meng Huai said slowly: "Time is limited. If the winner is not decided yet, all of them will be executed."

It is impossible for two people to survive on the ring. If the time is not over yet, either the two will die together, or the witch tribe will make them die together.

Hearing Meng Huai's words, the black-backed white ape finally couldn't help but shouted loudly, and his arms were rolled into the wind and looked at Zhaoming right.

Zhaoming did not dodge, but entered the previous one again, and dodged on the pear immortal step, swept it and kicked the opponent out.

"No...no...no!"

The black-backed white ape landed on the ground and immediately exclaimed loudly. Regardless of his injuries, he struggled to stand up, but could not do it. In the end, he could only lie on the ground and crawl towards the ring little by little.

His eyes were ashes, as if they were in the abyss of despair. The rule was that even if he lost after the ring, he didn't want to die. He wanted to live, and he wanted to return to that ring again.

Less than a meter after climbing out, a tall figure appeared behind him, stepped on him and stepped directly on the man's head. The purple palace was broken and he was unable to turn the sky back. He was dead before he could even scream.

Another demon clan was thrown onto the ring. Zhaoming didn't hesitate too much and beat the opponent out of the ring as quickly as possible.

Life and death, a simple multiple-choice question, he made a choice without suspense. He did not even look at the demon clan that was knocked away by himself, but looked around silently. He looked at the witch clan who was screaming like a madman, and also around the Colosseum.

He will write down all the hatred of blood and flesh. He will find a way to leave here and wait until his comeback to avenge the people who die here.

All the demons that were knocked away were executed one by one, and the blood around the ring dyed Zhao Ming's eyes red.

With the red eyes, so crazy, Zhaoming finally lost his mind. After knocking away a demon clan, he shouted and flew towards the top of the Colosseum regardless of everything.

With his arms raised, hundreds of fire thunder were sacrificed. Since the Sun Fist could not work, he could only try other means.

The fire and thunder were densely covered with fire and thunder, and it hit the ban on the Colosseum like a heavy rain, and disappeared in an instant. Then, it immediately poured out of the ban on the Colosseum like a flood breaking the dam.

It was even more powerful and terrifying. It poured over Zhaoming's whole body and turned him into a piece of black charcoal.

The power that was restricted and rebounded was stronger than the power he released himself and could not resist.

Such a change made everyone stunned. Unexpectedly, Zhaoming, who had suffered a loss, repeated the same mistake again.

Zhaoming's injury fell to the ground, causing Meng Huai's face to froze. He snorted again, raised his hand and sucked Zhaoming over, pinched his throat, and whispered: "Do you think you can kill your own tribe without killing him like this? Do you think you can feel at ease like this? Stop dreaming, I will let you slowly become exactly the same as them!"

Then he threw Zhaoming at the feet of a witch clan and ordered loudly: "Take him back to the cage, kill all the other demon clans!"
Chapter completed!