Thrown heavily into the cage, several witch tribes looked at Zhaoming and sneered and turned around and left.

His whole body looked like black charcoal. After a long time, he gradually returned to normal. His breathing and heartbeat gradually stabilized. Zhaoming finally began to breathe heavily.

The decaying old man who closed his eyes and rested, opened his eyes and looked at Zhaoming and said, "Actually, I feel that Meng Huai is right. If you really want to escape, you should hide these thoughts in your heart, at least don't say them again and again. This will not help you, and it will only make your situation even more dangerous."

Zhao Ming laughed, shook his head slightly, and then said in a voice transmission: "I am not as experienced as my predecessors, but there is something I am very confident about. I am still very sure that there are many such people among my enemies."

"Meng Huai is such a person, but unlike those I saw before, Meng Huai has the caution they didn't have. Even though he knew that I couldn't escape that day, he still brought a lot of people with him just in case."

Letting the prisoners escape and then arrest them and punish them is a manifestation of self-conceit. However, unlike General Bai Yuxi, Meng Huai was still very careful. He had no means on the surface, but he had arranged a lot in secret.

"My idea of ​​running away is already obvious. If I suddenly restrain myself, Meng Huai will be prepared. The more reckless I act, the more he feels that I am just like this. In order to make the prisoners completely become waste, he let us escape. Sooner or later he will be negligent, and then it will be my chance."

He is not a fool, and all his performances are taken advantage of by anger. If a person like Meng Huai is not a role that is easy to deal with.

But the decaying old man didn't feel any surprise. He looked at Zhaoming for a while before speaking, "It's not that I'm hitting you. The Colosseum has been so many years. There are not many people who think like you, but in the end they are all cleaned up by Meng Huai without any thoughts."

"Although Menghuai is not bad, it is not invincible to many people. What really makes people desperate about the Colosseum is to protect the prohibitions here. Unless there is a rare top sub-saint or immortal king coming...and...or there is a magic weapon that can ignore any restriction, otherwise you will not be able to get out at all."

Speaking of this, the decaying old man's eyes were a little lost. He seemed to think of some past events, and a trace of indescribable sadness flashed in his eyes.

Zhaoming did not pay attention, but shook his head and said, "I don't know how those people did it, but since I can come in, I must have a way to get through the ban."

This is not just a silly talk, but a fact.

The restriction in the Colosseum was always running, and it was naturally the same on the day I fell into this place. This restriction was not only for people inside to go out easily, but also for people outside to come in easily. But I came in easily, which showed that I had the power to crack this place at that time.

The decaying old man blinked his eyes and smiled at a rare sight: "If one day you can really break the ban here, I will do my best to help you get out of here."

"Thank you, senior, I will definitely think of a solution!" Zhaoming smiled, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "I'll ask you a risky question, senior... who are you?"

This decadent old man didn't know his origin, but it was definitely not simple. Although he also revealed a feeling of despair in his words, he still exuded a sense of hope. And even if he became like before his eyes, he did not give up on himself. He was not numb, and was still sad about the situation of the demon clan.

"It usually takes half a month to play in the Colosseum for a second time. Once it recovers, it will come to help me heal my injuries. I will help you straighten out your meridians!"

The decaying old man seemed to have not heard it, and directly said the healing matter and closed his eyes.

Seeing that the other party didn't want to answer, Zhaoming didn't force it. After his body recovered from the sanitation, he walked over and sat cross-legged in front of the decaying old man and began to heal him.

The fire-attributed true energy entered the body of the decaying old man, as if a branch was stirred up in countless spider webs, constantly destroying the countless witchcraft powers that prohibited him in the body of the decaying old man.

However, the restraint power in the rotten old man's body was too strong. Each impact could only bring extremely weak help, but for him, this was enough, at least there was hope.

After half a month, people from the witch clan came and took Zhaoming out.

This time it is no longer a life-and-death ring, but an unlimited battle with monsters.

After throwing Zhaoming into the field, all the witch tribes retreated, and then the door on one side opened, and a large number of monsters rushed out like a tide. Most of them were in the Xuanxian realm, and there were also many monsters in the Golden Immortal realm.

The aura of roaring, roaring, and killing began to spread in the Colosseum.

In addition to being strong in body and with all kinds of magical powers, there are those who are good at torture like Wulong in this coupe, and those who are good at taming animals.

All the monsters were tamed even more violently by the tamer, exuding a fierce aura. As soon as they left the door, they fought each other.

As strange spells sounded, all the monsters stopped fighting and rushed towards Zhaoming with a roar.

The witch tribe shouted loudly in the stands again. They like to watch bloody battles and also like to watch the so-called genius being torn apart by monsters.

"Zhaoming, you should be proud that this game was specially customized for you."

Meng Huai said loudly on the stone platform. There were too many thorns like Zhaoming in the Colosseum, and in the end all of them were destroyed by his fighting spirit. Just a mysterious immortal, what tricks can he play?

"If you can customize your funeral for me, I'm even more proud!" Zhao Ming shouted and rushed directly to the group of monsters.

There is no intrigue among the monsters, only the most direct force bombardment.

The Flame Art, Yangming Art, Flame Dao Pattern... All the things you know are retained and they are activated.

For Zhaoming, this battle came at the right time. Even if he could try his best to make himself numb, his heart would be unacceptable. The suppressed anger was just right to vent at this time.

In the blazing flames, Zhaoming tried his best to make his tyrannical aura soar into the sky. At this time, he no longer looked like a monk, but became a ferocious beast, a ferocious beast that was more terrifying than a monster.

Sun Fist, Fire and Thunder Technique... When the battle reached the fierce point, Zhaoming even bit his mouth like a monster.

The furnace body refining** made him almost innately invincible. Except for a few golden immortal monsters that could still pose danger, other monsters could do nothing to Zhaoming.

When all the monsters were killed, Zhaoming was already in chaos. However, at this time he had no intention of stopping, and he activated all the forces to attack the restriction above.

As a result, there was no suspense, and he was sent back to the cage with injuries.

Looking at Zhaoming who was taken away, Meng Huai sneered, and his eyes were also flashing with anger.

Zhaoming's stubbornness made him feel ridiculous and also a little angry.
Chapter completed!