The decaying old man said a lot and explained a lot, but the most important thing is still no reliable plan. How to escape from the Colosseum is not as simple as talking.

Although Zhaoming speculated that the power of the heavenly tribulation might help him open the prohibition here to communicate with the outside world, opening the prohibition is just the beginning, and how to escape is the key.

I am only in the Xuanxian Realm, and countless witch clans in the Colosseum exceed me, even Taiyi Jinxian. Even if I can use the heavenly tribulation to open the ban, I am afraid that I will not be able to escape far and will be caught back.

Moreover, time is indescribable. The battle agreed with the high priest of the Witch Clan is only three months, and the time for himself to advance and break through is also very critical. Once the heavenly tribulation is really useful, it will be his first chance and his last chance.

Meng Huai is not an ordinary person. Once he finds that his heavenly tribulation can be broken, he will never give him a second chance. Not to mention that he is directly killed, it is not impossible to be escorted to Wudao guards.

The decaying old man said that there are two places in the Witch Clan that the demon tribe dared not enter, one is the Demon Garden and the other is the Colosseum. In fact, he was wrong. It should be three places and one Wudao. That is the foundation of the Witch Clan. With the high priest of the Witch Clan, even the Immortal King would not be able to enter that place.

The decaying old man had extraordinary knowledge and might have a way, so Zhaoming immediately expressed his worries.

"You are worried about it," the decaying old man blinked his eyes and continued, "But I can promise you that once you really break the ban, as long as the other party does not have an absolutely powerful person present, I will do my best to help you leave."

Zhaoming looked at the decaying old man, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Senior, who are you? Can't you tell me?"

The decaying old man smiled desolately: "What's the use of using a useless person to know my name? There is not much time, so hurry up and practice. I also look forward to your success."

He stopped for a while, as if he was talking to himself: "If you can succeed, you can arouse the flames in everyone's hearts here. The best way to eliminate despair is to let people see hope!"

After saying this, he closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Although I was extremely curious about the identity of the old man, I knew that I could not force him to lie on the ground and think about all kinds of things.

"senior!"

Suddenly, a timid cry came from my ears. I looked in the sound and found that it was the three sheep demons who had passed the tribulation period. They were all looking at their direction with a ardent look on their faces. There was an indescribable excitement on their faces.

Are you calling yourself? Zhaoming was a little confused. After so many years, he has never called himself a senior. He has never heard others call him senior, and it is difficult to determine for a while.

"Senior, can you hear it?" a sheep demon said again.

This time, he was finally sure he was calling himself, and Zhaoming asked, "Are you calling me?"

"Yes, senior!" Several sheep demons became even more excited. One of them said loudly: "Thank you for your life-saving grace."

The rules of the Colosseum are that one of them can either live or die. As long as Zhaoming does not make concessions, the three of them will be vulnerable. Being able to survive now can also be said to be Zhaoming's life-saving grace.

Zhaoming shook his head: "You don't need to thank me. I'm not saving you, but saving myself!"

He sighed again: "You have seen the situation in the Colosseum. Sometimes living is not necessarily better than dying."

It was not because he was discouraged, but because of this fact. Under such cruel high pressure, most of the people in the underground prison were completely destroyed. They were depressed and there was no more anger. Many times, Zhaoming felt that these people were not as strong as those who died. Death was considered a complete end. It was always better than becoming a toy of the witch clan.

Even though he repeatedly said he wanted to escape from prison, he knew that the matter was difficult. Many times, he even felt a little forced. He had to do this on purpose, and he really didn't dare to let himself relax, fearing that he would follow in the footsteps of others.

Moreover, he saved these sheep demons not for them, but for himself. He killed those depressed tribes, Zhaoming no longer had any psychological burden, and even felt that he was freeing them.

But these three sheep demons are different. They have not yet fallen to such a level, are full of vitality, and do not have strong hostility towards themselves. Once they really kill them in such a situation, they will only be covered in dust and greatly affected.

In the heavenly tribulation, there is a kind of inner demon tribulation that usually occurs in the Taiyi Jinxian realm. Anyone who is covered with dust in his mind will find it difficult to fight against this heavenly tribulation even if he is strong. The mild ones are assaulted as the demon, and the worst ones will die on the spot.

As Zhaoming said, a sheep demon said seriously: "I know what the senior meant, but there is hope when you are alive, right? As long as you are alive, we can escape from here, right?"

Before Zhaoming could speak, he heard a sneer coming from around him, with sarcasm. These were people with depression, but because of the matter of Emperor Wa, they became excited. At this time, they no longer seemed like walking corpses as before.

I just heard what the sheep demon said, and I couldn't help but feel funny.

"A hundred years... more than a thousand years!" A Taiyi Golden Immortal Demon Clan said in a little desolate way: "We have been locked up here for many years. We have never seen each other in and out. You little demons from the tribulation stage want to escape. Wouldn't that seem too incompetent?"

"Hmph!" An immortal clan in the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm snorted coldly: "It has been a thousand years since the establishment of the Colosseum. This prison is like iron and the prisoners are like water. Only the water flows, no iron pins. Escape? I have no idea anymore."

"Yes! Even Emperor Wa was suppressed by the high priest of the Witch Clan. Who else in the world can come to save us!" Some demons sighed.

"We are survivors, people who have been abandoned by the same tribe and the world!" What's more, she was so sad that she cried loudly.

Once upon a time, I was full of energy, and once upon a time, I had ambitions. But now, even escaping has become a luxury. The biggest hope is to think that I will not have to go out in the cage for the rest of my life. Not having to go out means that I can save my life without facing those battles that are either life or death.

I used to give guidance to the country, but now I just want to live a life of silence.

Alas, the sound of sadness came one after another, making the atmosphere of the underground prison even heavier. How could a few sheep demons be calm and calm before seeing such a scene? For a moment, they all trembled all over and were frightened.

"Haha, haha!" Zhaoming suddenly laughed: "You are just scared, how can you blame others?"

"Junior, don't say this! How many times have you experienced the horror of the Colosseum? Once upon a time, we were like you and were unwilling to admit defeat and intend to fight to the end, but the witch clan who suffered losses in the end was never the one who suffered losses."

Some monks refuted, but they were not angry. After being locked in the Colosseum for so many years, the anger in their hearts had long been scattered. Even if they were ridiculed by Zhao Ming, they didn't think it was a big deal.

Zhaoming shook his head: "I do not know how many methods there are in the Colosseum, but in the past year, I have escaped more than twenty times, and each time I have been sent to the punishment room without exception. Wulong has used no less than four hundred methods of punishment on me."

"More than four hundred!" Someone muttered, as if he was a little suspicious.

Wulong focused on punishment for thousands of years. In terms of cultivation, he was just an extremely ordinary Daluo Jinxian, and it was not worth mentioning in this world. But when it comes to punishment, he could already set up a sect. Even if the Taoist ancestor Hongjun comes, he would probably be at a disadvantage.

More than 400 methods may be just a drop in the bucket for him, but those who have tasted his methods are heartbroken.

I don’t know how many people have tasted it once and have no idea of ​​running away. In the entire underground prison, there are only a few who can eat two hundred punishments and have a firm mind, and there are very few who can maintain their mood after 300 punishments. And like Zhaoming, who is still determined to escape, is the only one who can survive 400 punishments and still want to escape.

Although I was suspicious, I thought that Zhaoming was seriously injured and sent him to him for more than 20 times over the past year, and almost every time I could see the methods of Wuling. According to the rules of the Colosseum, every time I escaped, the types of punishments continued to increase. In this way, Zhaoming said that he had tried more than 400 methods but was not a fool.

"I don't know what your heart has become now? But my heart will never change. As long as I'm not dead for a day, I will do my best to escape from here."

"My demon clan has produced the Great Demon King, and no one can compete in the sky or underground. My demon clan has produced three royal clans and owns one side. Any clan can fight against all tribes in the world."

"Once upon a time, people from which clan were not careful when they saw my demon clan's children. But now, a colosseum will wipe out all your minds. Don't you think it's a shame?"

Continuous questioning, no one responded.

It took a while before the captives of the immortal clan laughed and said, "Just say it, you can do it before you can. It is undeniable that your demon clan was once brilliant, but so what? Pangu can die, but who can say that he will be immortal and will always be brilliant."

The speaker is in Taiyi Jinxian realm, with extraordinary strength. I think he has experienced the most glorious era of the demon clan, so he knows those.

"The world says that I, the Demon King, was a fledgling person, or a robber. None of the strong people who have truly experienced that era or knew the truth will deny it. The light of the strong will not be concealed by some people who are fucking."

The captive's words did not make Zhaoming feel discouraged, but instead reminded him of what the decaying old man said before, and he was even more excited.

My demon clan has produced strong men who have never forgotten other tribes, and even sighed that they are inferior to each other. What are the difficulties at present?

For a moment, he was full of energy and laughed loudly.

"I swear that as long as I don't die, I will escape from here one day."
Chapter completed!