The dim underground prison was dead silent, and a sound of footsteps slowly walked over from a distance.

The heavy steps were, and the sound of the dong dong turned into a strange melody, causing the hearts of all the prisoners to be beating together.

In such a strange situation, even though the prisoners were basically unmoved by external objects, they still looked over involuntarily and saw a man wearing a hat walking over slowly. It was the high priest of the witch clan.

The high priest walked very slowly, but he seemed to be stepping on some strange Taoist rhyme. His body was like fog, and he had already reached close in an instant. He walked through the cages and stopped until the cages that imprisoned Zhaoming.

The decaying old man felt the breath of the visitor and suddenly opened his closed eyes. An indescribable emotion flashed in his eyes, and anger and hatred were intertwined, making it difficult to calm down.

He pushed open the door and walked in directly, stood in front of the decaying old man. The two looked at each other without saying anything, and looked directly at each other for a long time.

After a long time, the high priest of the witch clan spoke first and broke the silence: "How are these time going? It's okay!"

The decaying old man laughed: "Okay, why are you not doing well? Your body is like a stone ridge and your heart is as bad as death. Why are you talking about my life not doing well?"

"The treatment is a bit bad, but it's better than letting you slaughter the strongest people of the same clan on the Colosseum every day, right?" said the high priest of the witch clan slowly.

"So, do I have to thank you?" The decaying old man laughed in anger, and the hatred in his eyes was enough to melt the iron cage.

The high priest of the Witch Clan shook his head: "You don't need to hate me. The Witch Clan and the Demon Clan are hostile. Since they are enemies, either you die or I live. Now that my Witch Clan wins, your Demon Clan will naturally have to accept the treatment of losers."

The decaying old man shouted: "It's okay to kill people but just put the ground on the ground, and it's okay to take over the foundation of my demon clan. But you have built a demon garden, regarded my demon clan as a livestock, made people build a colosseum, and regarded my demon clan as a plaything, and wanted to destroy my demon clan from a mental and spiritual perspective!"

People in the world thought that the Colosseum was built by the great witch of the witch clan, and the high priest only set a little restriction. But he knew that the great witch was built by the high priest's order, and this person was the culprit.

He paused, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly: "It's too much to deceive people."

The roaring voice trembled a little, obviously because it was resentment that had been accumulated in my heart for too long, and it suddenly burst out. The once discouraged and depressed will, I saw the source of all pain and could no longer calm down.

The high priest of the Witch Clan still looked calm and said slowly: "Be kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself. Not only my Witch Clan, but your demon clan was not the same as before. In the past, the Demon Emperor defeated the Immortal King, the True Dragon, and the Phoenix thought about slaughtering the Kunlun Fairyland, but unfortunately he was stopped and had to give up."

"The immortal clan has good luck. Someone has blocked your demon clan, but your demon clan has bad luck. No one can help you block my witch clan, so naturally I can only end up like this. The fate is just reincarnation. But your demon clan has changed positions."

The destiny is reincarnated, and the old man took a deep breath, but could not refute it. Some history is unknown to others, but he is clear about it.

Once upon a time, the demon clan was extremely brilliant. The demon king was born and the peerless genius covered the glory of countless powerful people in the world. He unified all races, and even the true dragon, phoenix and qilin tribes had to bow their heads and follow them.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, the demon clan fought with the immortal clan. The demon king easily defeated the king of the immortal clan in Kunlun fairyland with his extraordinary magical powers, and from then on, he was invincible in the world.

In the past, the True Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of great victory to enter the Kunlun Fairyland and bloodshed the land of fairy spirits. Unfortunately, the hidden strong man attacked him and finally had to give up.

Now many hidden powerhouses have disappeared. The witch clan has come, the demon clan has declined, and no one has come out again, so this is the case. The cycle of fate may be true.

Seeing that the old man was not talking, the high priest of the witch clan said again: "The matter has come to this situation today. The demon clan is powerless to turn the world around. I will ask you another question. The conditions I once said remain unchanged. I will ask you another one. Are you willing to cooperate?"

"The demon clan has reached this point now. If you cooperate with me, it is also one of the ways to protect the demon clan."

"Haha!" The decaying old man let out a burst of laughter as if the wood was broken: "Save the demon clan, be a slave forever, be dominated by your witch clan?"

"It's better to live than to die, right?" said the high priest of the witch clan expressionlessly.

The decaying old man took a deep breath and finally spoke, "Okay, it's not difficult to ask me to cooperate with you, as long as you agree to me two more conditions."

The high priest of the witch clan was slightly happy: "You said!"

"First, remove the Demon Garden and the Colosseum."

The high priest of the witch clan nodded: "No problem, but if you want me to agree to you two conditions, in addition to cooperating with me, you also have to tell me whereabouts of Liu Fei!"

The decaying old man was stunned and blurted out: "Liu Fei, what do you want to do for him?"

Then I felt that this was wrong, so I closed my mouth and stopped talking.

The high priest of the witch clan didn't care and said, "It's okay to tell you. Liu Fei was the guard next to the demon emperor in the past. Although his strength was average, as far as I know, there was something left to him by the demon emperor, and I must destroy it."

After hearing this, the decaying old man was shocked, and then became extremely excited and roared loudly: "So that's it, so that's it! No wonder you used the name of visiting to sneak attack Emperor Wa and imprison her. It turned out that it was for that thing. You didn't want to destroy that thing at all, but wanted to kill my demon clan!"

The word "Huhuang" came out, like a thunderbolt, awakening the dead prison. Many powerful demons and even immortals who were discouraged and seemed to have given up all their hopes were seen, with an excited expression or even distorted expression, which was all incredible.

Those young demons did not understand what the word "Hu Emperor" mean, but they knew. The so-calledHu Emperor was the king who is respected by the world. After the Taoist ancestor Hongjun joined forces with Dao, Hu Emperor was born, but it suddenly disappeared like a flash in the pan. There was no news in the past three thousand years ago.

The Witch Clan crossed east into the prehistoric world, causing war to spread everywhere. I don’t know how many monks once lamented that if Emperor Wa is still there, the world would not be like this. Even in this prison, there are countless monks who are still lucky. If Emperor Wa returns, with his great compassion, he will definitely save himself from the sea of ​​suffering. Now that he has just heard the bad news, the only savior has long been imprisoned by the high priest of the Witch Clan.

"You devil, if you do such a thing, you will be punished by God!"

"Hu Emperor is merciful. It turns out that he was killed by you. One day, the news will be known by others. The heavens are angry and the people are resentful. Your witch clan will not die well."

Emperor Wa was imprisoned, as if a sharp sword had shattered their last hope. His heart became completely desperate. The desperate person naturally no longer cared about it and shouted loudly.

"Shut up!" The high priest of the witch clan shouted lightly. The supreme magical power was like wind and clouds wrapped around silk, turning into a wisp of smoke and dust, instantly knocking the roaring and noisy monks in the underground prison, and the entire underground prison returned to peace again.

Looking at the decaying old man again, he said, "You shouldn't say such things, it will not do you or them at all. You have been hiding them in your heart for so many years, so why bother to do this?"

"Do you think you can hide it forever? One day someone will know everything you do!" The decaying old man snorted coldly.

"I imprisoned Emperor Wa not just for that thing. The map of mountains, rivers and countries is a truly top innate treasure. The power is hard to describe. With her, it is impossible for war to arise in the world. How could my witch clan have the opportunity to unify the prehistoric world? So she must be suppressed."

The decaying old man looked contemptuous: "Let go of the dignity of the strong and use the kindness of others to attack, you can really do anything!"

The high priest of the witch clan didn't care: "In my heart, she has never been my real opponent, and how to deal with her will not affect my mood at all. It's meaningless to say so much, let's talk about the second condition."

"Okay, the second condition!" The decaying old man grinned: "Release Emperor Wa, you can do anything you want!"

"Impossible!" The high priest of the witch clan refused without thinking.

"Then there is nothing to talk about!" The decaying old man also made a direct statement.

"You don't want to talk at all!" said the high priest of the witch clan coldly.

"If I promise you, my demon clan will be broken, my muscles and bones will be cut off, my limbs will be cut off, my spirit will be destroyed, and the glory of the inheritance will be destroyed. I would rather die in the world than let them become such an ant. You will die of this heart!"

The decaying old man said it firmly and left no room for anything.

The high priest of the witch clan said no more, but just stared at the decayed old man tightly. The decayed old man didn't say anything, and he was not showing any weakness, and there was a strange tranquility in the cage.

In the Colosseum.

Zhaoming condensed a ball of flames with his hands, and then drove them with the flame patterns. The two balls of flames were like two steel ropes entangled with each other, and then turned into a poisonous dragon to entangle the Golden Immortal Witch Clan in front of him.

"A little trick!"

The Golden Immortal Witch Clan shouted loudly, and the witch power in its body was condensed like a qi, like a tiger's roar. With a strong force, it shattered the flame rope directly.

The Golden Immortal Realm is a watershed in practice. When it reaches this level, the essence will condense a flower of essence in the purple palace, making the body stronger. In addition, the witch clan is famous for its physical body, and even if Zhaoming has a furnace to refine the body, he will feel weak when facing the Golden Immortal Witch clan who is one level higher than him.

"Ah! Go and die, ant!"

The Golden Immortal Witch Clan shattered the flames, roared, and slashed at Zhaoming with a giant axe in his hand. He was coming in a fierce manner, trying to split his opponent into two petals.

Zhaoming strides forward, and the Pear Immortal Step flashes through the giant axe as if it is divided into flowers and willows, and then condenses the Sun Fist and hits the axe side with all its strength.

The punch was exerted all its strength, and only a "bang" sound was heard, and the giant axe shattered.

The witch clan was brave and brave. After the weapons were broken, they directly punched Zhaoming. Zhaoming was not showing any weakness and went up to meet him.

"Let's just stop here!"
Chapter completed!