He was hesitant, but his hands were still not slow, and his opponent was knocked away in batches. After a long battle, his opponent had increased to more than 200 demon clans. Zhaoming did not dare to expose his strength too much, so he could only deal with it with the Pear Immortal Step and ordinary fist skills, and the battle was quite fierce.

Looking at Zhaoming on the ring, the high priest held his side face with one hand, as if he was thinking about something. After a moment, he asked, "This demon clan seems a bit special, what is its origin?"

One person fights two hundred monks of the same realm and is at ease. Such people can naturally be regarded as geniuses. Although he has been in the Colosseum for a long time, he remembers that there is no such demon clan in the Colosseum.

Meng Huai immediately said respectfully: "Go back to the High Priest, this person flew over there and landed in the Colosseum a year ago. He never seemed to have seen my witch clan powerful and unruly clan. He has good talent. His subordinates have tamed him for a year, and now he has changed a little."

He paused for a moment and continued, "I saw this man's passion, so I used him to test that man, but I had nothing to gain."

The high priest nodded: "So, have you ever asked where he came from and what's his name?"

Meng Huai shook his head: "I have never asked, but he said his name is Zhaoming!"

As soon as this said, a "bang" sound was heard, and the back of the stone chair behind the high priest turned into pieces. A look of astonishment flashed across his face. Although it disappeared very quickly, it made Meng Huai see clearly.

The restriction of the Colosseum not only protects the place, but also prohibits others from entering and leaving at will, but also protects everything in it. Every brick and stone inside is difficult to destroy, let alone the most noble location in the Colosseum.

And at this time the high priest was sitting on it, who dared to take action? At this time, the back of the stone chair was broken. There was only one possibility that the high priest would do it himself. It was not intentional, but because the mind was in chaos and the true energy was not controlled.

Just a name can make the high priest's mind confused and the true energy is unbalanced. Where does this Zhaoming... come from? Meng Huai suddenly felt that he was afraid that he underestimated this person.

Although the sound of the back of the stone chair is not earth-shaking, it is enough to attract the attention of most of the witch tribes in the Colosseum.

The high priest came to his senses. A wisp of true energy gently brushed across the back of the broken stone chair behind him, and all the fragments on the ground flew up, and they had been completely repaired in a moment.

Although this method does not have the momentum and power of a landslide and tsunami, it is definitely not something that ordinary monks can do.

Meng Huai hurriedly shouted to the surroundings: "Nothing is going to happen, the High Priest is adjusting the ban on the Colosseum."

No one doubted this explanation, and many witch tribes turned their attention back to the arena.

"Sir, what's wrong with it?" Meng Huai asked in a message.

The high priest waved his hand: "Nothing!"

Close your eyes again and couldn't help but think of the incident in Yaochi.

"Remember, my name is Zhaoming. It's a dignified demon clan!"

The face that he was extremely familiar with was sank into Yaochi with a stubborn face. The slap on his face seemed to be still there, making him unable to help but wipe his hand on his face.

The other party did not use the magical power of change, but truly grew into that. With the difference in strength between the two parties, the high priest would not read it wrong.

It would be fine if it was just a slight look, but it was like it was poured out of a mold. Under this law of heaven, such a thing would never be explained by a coincidence.

Pangu... Are you going to come back?

The high priest held his face with one hand and clenched his fist with the other.

Meng Huai was a little panicked. He didn't know how the high priest, who had always been there, had always been calm and gentle, became like this today. He could even feel some uncontrollable true energy flying around his body.

After a while, he finally raised the courage to ask, "Master High Priest, what's the problem?"

The high priest took a deep breath and did not answer. Instead, he asked: "Menghuai, one side is a broad road. When you reach the end, you can become a king of one side and control the world. On the other side is full of thorns. When you reach the end, you can not only dominate the world, but also transcend the world, compare with the great way of heaven and earth, and be immortal forever. How would you choose?"

Meng Huai was stunned and wondered why the high priest suddenly asked this question. After a little thought, he immediately replied: "Go to the high priest, my witch clan is the strongest tribe in the world. How could he be afraid of difficulties and challenges? Not to mention the thorns all over the ground, even if it is a sword, a sea of ​​fire, it will be passed by calmly."

"And either don't do it, you should do it the best and strongest. My witch tribe can easily do it in a separatist land. Dominate the world, transcend the world, and be immortal forever. The results of these two choices are really too different, so the subordinates will choose the second one. The first one is the choice of those who are mediocre, and the second one is what heroes should do."

The high priest seemed to have gained something and nodded: "Yes, the difference is too big! If I just want to be the king of one side, why should I endure it for many years?"

"Master High Priest, what's wrong with the battle with the immortals?"

Meng Huai was puzzled, and the high priest seemed to have caused what he thought in his heart because of Zhaoming, but what he said seemed to be related to the immortals.

The high priest shook his head: "The battle with the immortals is not a big deal. Although the Eastern Prince is extraordinary, he is not a real genius after all. He can become a king but cannot become an emperor. Queen Mother Jin is a tricky woman, but she has a knot in her heart and dare not do anything too outrageous, for fear of ruining the way of heaven, so there is no need to worry too much."

The Eastern Prince and Queen Mother of the King are the genius in the eyes of the world, but in the eyes of the high priest, Meng Huai was a little surprised, but from the mouth of the high priest, he naturally could not say much.

After thinking for a while, he spoke, "But there are still many strong people in the immortal clan. The Sanqing Taoist, the Zhunti Taoist, and the Taoist in the Taoist are not easy."

The high priest smiled slightly: "The Taoist Sanqing claimed to be authentic Pangu, and would rather be a figure with a chicken head than a phoenix tail, than a phoenix tail, would he really help the King of the East. Not to mention the Taoist Shunti and the Taoist of the Eiyin, their followers were destined to not be in the same line as the King of the East."

"Although Zhen Yuanzi of Wuzhuang Temple is good at strength, that person is idle and Yehe. I am afraid that the immortal clan will only take action on the day of the catastrophe. It is not to be afraid."

"Duanmu Duanmu, Ruiding Duke is the right-hand man of the Eastern Prince, and there is some trouble now, but my witch clan also has the Xiang Liu Mengruo, and it is not lost at all. The battle is very intense, but I don't want to lose too much."

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches' statues have already condensed blood and energy. In a short time, they will descend to the prehistoric world under the guidance of the great god Pangu. At that time, don't talk about an immortal clan, even if the whole world is not a match for my witch clan, what's the fear?"

After hearing what the high priest said, Meng Huai looked stunned and stammered: "I said...I said..."

The battle in Kunlun Mountains has never turned around. He has been unable to advance or retreat until now. He is still a high priest who is worried about this matter, but at this moment he finds that this is not the case.

The general trend of the world is clearly stated in just a few words, which only shows one thing. The high priest was not restrained by the battle there, but was always extremely sober, just like a bystander, seeing everything clearly.

With such a leader, what else is there to be afraid of by the witch clan?

Thinking of the legend that has been circulating within the witch clan, the day when the twelve ancestor witch statues were resurrected, the time when the witch clan dominated the world, Meng Huai couldn't help but feel excited.

"ah!"

A scream attracted his mind. Zhao Ming was left on the ring, and all the other defeated demons were executed.

No longer as he had ever spoken up, Zhaoming lowered his head and did not want to look directly at the high priest. But no matter what he did, he always felt a sword-like gaze fell on him.

After looking at Zhaoming for a moment, the high priest seemed to have made a great decision and said, "Meng Huai, this person... don't rush to kill him. I have his heart and let him sink forever."

"After... obey the order!"

Meng Huai was busy taking the order and was even more shocked. No matter what kind of person appeared in the Colosseum, the high priest never commented. Just as all the witch tribes thought, these were slaves, and they were slaves destined to be unable to turn over. No matter what kind of genius, they could only die here and would not have any other end.

There is no other end, so naturally there is no need to comment. At this time, the high priest asked himself to focus on "take care of" Zhaoming, and to destroy his mind and perish forever, which is really unimaginable.

I was confused, but I didn't dare to ask too much. I looked like a ring and waved my hand.

Soon, the witch clan escorted several demons to come out of the underground prison. Unlike other demons, these demons shouted loudly and struggled desperately. They were the three sheep demons who passed the tribulation period.

When Zhaoming saw these three sheep demons, his face changed drastically. He looked at Meng Huai and shouted loudly: "What do you old man want to do?"

Meng Huai smiled coldly: "Those slaves whose minds are more depressed may not be considered demon clans in your eyes. Do you think you can avoid the self-blame of your heart in this way? Dreaming! From today on, I will arrange different opponents for you! These three sheep demons are just the beginning."

"You think you are extraordinary and not overwhelmed by strength. I will let you know that you are just like this, no different from those demons who have already fallen."

"If you kill them, you can survive. If you don't kill them, you will die! Zhaoming, make your choice. Let me see how you can live with enthusiasm and righteousness!"

Zhaoming was trembling all over. These three sheep demons did not threaten him at all. Even if he was in other places, he would not be able to let himself kill, let alone here.

Meng Huai smiled faintly again and pointed at Zhaoming: "You three, kill him and you will be free, otherwise you will die!"

Freedom, the most desirable thing that the captives in the entire Colosseum long for and the most precious thing. But the three sheep demons had no idea. They were much worse than Zhaoming's strength, and unless Zhaoming committed suicide, there would be no chance.

Killing them is like surrendering to death fear, an insurmountable hurdle will appear in your heart.

If you don't kill them, death is like a sharp sword hanging above your head.
Chapter completed!