There is always only one thing for the captives in the Colosseum: endless battles and no stop killing. Otherwise, they are imprisoned in cages and waiting for the next battle and killing.

The same is true for Zhaoming, fighting, seriously injured, recovering, fighting again, and constantly circulating.

Unlike other prisoners, under the care of Meng Huai, Zhaoming's battle frequency was far superior to others, and the half-month period even turned into a battle of ten days.

The battle is getting harder and the opponent is getting stronger and stronger. Zhaoming has returned to the cage with one breath several times.

Thanks to the furnace body refining**, thousands of disasters and hundreds of difficulties not only did not let Zhaoming get rid of it, but instead made him constantly stronger and surpass himself little by little. With the same injury, the recovery speed was getting faster and faster.

In order to make Zhaoming become like other prisoners, numb and have no idea about escaping, the door of his cage has never been closed.

Zhaoming did not disappoint Meng Huai, and once he had the chance, he would try to escape.

Unfortunately, as the decaying old man said, even if no one guarded him, the restriction in the Colosseum could not be broken. He tried various means, and each time it failed.

After every failure, they will be sent to Wulong to suffer various abuses.

Indictment room.

"Um!"

A series of low roars came from the depths of Zhaoming's throat. At this time, his body was covered with dark gray thin filaments, one end pierced across his body, and the other end gathered on an iron needle on his heart.

The thin threads that penetrated into the body were not only tied to the surface of the body, but were like hair that penetrated into the depths of Zhaoming's body. The muscles, blood, bones, and even the internal organs in the chest and abdomen were tied one by one by one.

Wulong stood in front of him with a proud look on his face: "This is called Qianjiyin, which is the punishment I specially thought of for you. Every thread pulls all parts of your body. As long as your body moves a little, even if your hair is blown by the wind, it can trigger Qianjiyin to operate. It feels like a puppet pulling everywhere in your body, so it's not good!"

Zhaoming wanted to laugh a few times, but at this time he had no strength at all.

As the other party said, once Qianjiyin starts to operate, it cannot stop, and everywhere in the body. Even if it is just a slight bouncing of the muscles, it can make the traction force stronger.

If the physical pain is just a general situation, it is naturally not afraid. After being affected by the torture light, all the pain is magnified by nearly 10,000 times. In particular, the iron needle is just stuck in the heart, among the five internal organs, the heart belongs to fire, and the iron needle directly disturbs the circulation of the true qi in the body. Moreover, all the pain is transmitted to the iron needle through the thin thread and then introduced into the heart, allowing the heart to bear the severe pain in all parts of the body.

It felt like a hand covered with sharp iron pieces, pinching his heart and rubbing it constantly. It hurt so much that even saying a word became a luxury.

The body kept trembling and gasping for breath, making Qian Jiyin operate even more violently. In a vicious cycle, a stream of fire sweat rolled down from Zhaoming.

"ah!"

After a long time, Zhaoming finally couldn't stand it, his head lowered, and he was as angry as a slept in his hair. He had already fallen into a coma.

"That's all today! Send him back to me!"

Wulong clapped his hands with great satisfaction and pulled Qianji to collect it. Then he asked several witch tribes to send Zhaoming back to the cage.

After several witch tribes left for a long time, the decaying old man opened his closed eyes. The floor was like waves, sending Zhaoming to him. A stream of true energy flowed in, slowly healing the injuries on his body.

It took about half an hour before Zhaoming woke up leisurely. He groaned and exhaled the depression in his chest.

"How is it? Can you still persevere?" asked the decaying old man.

Zhaoming forced a smile: "It's okay, but I can't defeat me!"

"You should pay more attention to the fact that the methods of Wulong are not simple. From the establishment of the Colosseum, he has been here for more than a thousand years. The methods are so numerous that I can't predict."

Zhaoming smiled slightly: "He can do his best. As long as he can't kill me, I will not give in."

The decaying old man sighed: "It is not a way to continue like this. The wood is fascinated by the forest and the wind will destroy it. The restriction in the Colosseum cannot be broken, so you cannot escape. Continuing to do this will only anger Meng Huai, and it will probably cause disasters of killing."

Zhaoming turned over, looked at the stone slab on the top and shook his head: "He naturally wanted me to die, but he would not kill me easily. If he wanted to kill, he would use some humiliation method. He would never do it himself, nor would he arrange an opponent with a huge difference in realm. I don't know how long he would continue like this, but as long as he persists, I will not die."

He paused and said, "And after so many days, there is no gain."

The decaying old man was slightly stunned and asked again: "Do you have any eyebrows?"

Zhaoming shook his head: "I'm not sure, but I feel like I can give it a try. Do you know how I came in?"

"Flying in from outside the Colosseum!" the decaying old man answered.

Zhaoming was stunned. He just asked casually, but he didn't expect that the old man actually knew. It was not surprising that the witch clan knew, because he saw it, but none of the prisoners imprisoned here knew, because according to the rules of the Colosseum, since he had arrived here alive that day, the prisoners who were taken out naturally died completely.

Now this decadent old man really knows, how can he not blame him? He immediately asked tentatively: "Do you know what's happening outside?"

The decaying old man blinked and nodded: "I have magical powers, but I can find out what happened outside. If I hadn't seen that my demon clan still had the passion in your heart, how could I help you?"

It turned out to be like this. Zhao Ming was stunned and immediately asked, "Who are you?"

This question has been wandering in his heart. The decadent old man in front of him is not just a strong man, but his identity is never simple. He has been locked up here for a long time. The prisoners around him have fought several times, but this old man is different. Since he came in, he has never been caught once.

It is undeniable that he had injuries on his body, and it was not very serious, but the witch clan never cared about these things. If he wanted to catch someone, even if the man had only one breath left, it would be no exception.

The decaying old man sighed softly: "It doesn't matter who I am, tell me what you thought of! In fact, I'm also very curious about the ban that even the Sage could not easily come in. How did you come through that day?"

Unwilling to answer and unable to force it, Zhaoming could only say: "Although I'm not sure, it's very likely to be a heavenly disaster!"

"Heavenly Tribulation?" The decayed old man frowned, and he was puzzled.

Zhaoming nodded: "Yes, it's the heavenly tribulation. I was just passing through the Xuanxian Tribulation at that time. The ninth heavenly tribulation brought a meteor, which was too powerful and sent me here. At that time, the power of the heavenly tribulation was still left on me. Perhaps this was why I broke through the ban and entered here."

He concealed the matter of Yao Chi, but in fact he could not confirm that it was the power of the heavenly tribulation, because there was the power of Yao Chi at that time. The strange and strange Yao Chi may be more likely, but no matter what, he must try it himself.

His heart was full of hope, but the decaying old man was not optimistic and frowned slightly: "Although after entering this place, most monks were unable to break through because their mood was damaged, but not all. There have been many breakthroughs over the years that have caused heavenly tribulation, but I have not seen how the prohibition was destroyed."

Zhaoming shook his head: "I don't know what the situation of the heavenly tribulation of other people is, but first, even if there is a chance, they may not have the idea of ​​running away. Second... it's not that I am proud, my heavenly tribulation... is really a little different."

Such a special heavenly tribulation can no longer be described as a catastrophe. It is purely like the heavenly destiny to kill himself. Especially the ninth heavenly tribulation of the Xuanxian Tribulation, the huge meteor is still fresh in his memory.

And these words are not only an explanation to the decaying old man, but also to himself, because he dare not give up, giving up means no more hope.

The decaying old man didn't say anything, seemed to be thinking about something.

Suddenly, a burst of shouts came, and then a few footsteps approached. Several witch clans rushed over with several demon clans. These were the three demon clans in the tribulation stage, all of which were sheep demons, with average strength and nothing special. The difference was that they were all scared to death and tremble all over.

Throwing the three sheep demons into a cage not far from Zhaoming, several witch tribes glanced at Zhaoming, then closed the cage door and left the underground prison with a sneer.

After the witch clan left, several sheep demons shouted loudly as if they were waking up from a dream.

"Let me out, let me out!"

"Help, who will save me!"

"No, no..."

Zhaoming felt a little different when several sheep demons came in, and finally realized that this was not the prisoner detained inside, but the newly arrested person from outside.

Just like when I first came in, full of fear and confusion, I could not accept such reality. The other monks were the same as before, without any response, and even fewer people took a look.

For a moment, Zhaoming felt as if he had seen himself when he first came in. But at this time, he couldn't protect himself. Even if he was willing to help, he could not do anything. He could only watch quietly without saying a word.

The Colosseum is a huge circular building surrounded by towers, which are for the witches stationed here.

Inside the tallest tower, Meng Huai looked out the window with his hands behind his back.

The sight here is very good, and you can see the infinite distance, all the places are the territory of the Witch Clan. When he thinks of this, his blood boils.

Soon, a Daluo Golden Immortal Witch Clan walked in, knelt on one knee, and put his hands on his chest and said respectfully: "Mr. Meng Huai, you have already captured the new demon clan as you ordered."

Meng Huai nodded: "Very good! You go down first!"

The Daluo Jinxian Realm Witch Clan did not rush to agree, but continued: "I have something to report to you."

"explain!"
Chapter completed!