Meng Huai tried every effort to kill Zhaoming. As soon as he took action, the Colosseum suddenly changed drastically, the floor cracked, and a golden sky sword flew out of the underground prison and slashed directly at his purple palace.

The speed of this sword comes and the mighty true energy is shocking. Even though Meng Huai is good at speed, he still feels unable to dodge. He can only draw a mace and pour in the true energy. When the green light emerges, he faces the golden sky sword.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the golden light shone brightly, the earth was shaking, and the chaotic times passed through the sky, like a sword rain in the jungle. Layer waves spread, turning into a strong wind to blow the witch clan in the Colosseum.

"Bang!"

After the true energy roared, there was another loud noise, and the mace smashed the golden sky sword. However, Meng Huai had to stop and be careful. Seeing his face gloomy, he undoubtedly knew what was going on.

The Colosseum ban was broken, affecting the defense of the entire Colosseum. The once indestructible floor now became shaking like thin paper, fragmented, and large scattered sank into the ground.

When the floor was lifted, all the millions of demon and immortal prisoners imprisoned below appeared in the sun. The restrictions on those cages were closely related to the entire Colosseum. At this time, the restrictions on the Colosseum were destroyed and the cages lost their defenses, shattering the ground in the shaking mountains, so that these prisoners were no longer banned.

But all the prisoners looked at the sky with a look of surprise, not knowing what happened. They were used to seeing the sunshine only in life and death battles, and suddenly exposed to the white clouds in the sky, and seemed a little confused and didn't know what to do. There was no idea of ​​running away at all in their minds.

Meng Huai stared at the bottom, and the millions of prisoners were not worth mentioning in his eyes, he only cared about one person.

At this moment, the man did not look at him, but looked up at Zhaoming flying in the sky. This man was the decaying old man.

"Your body has recovered!" Meng Huai looked at the decaying old man in surprise and asked.

The decaying old man turned his head and looked at him and smiled slightly: "I haven't recovered yet, but it's almost done. I have to thank you for yourselves. I was depressed and my heart was ashamed. I was tortured by you like this. But I finally broke the shackles in my heart."

He looked back at Zhaoming and said with a look of relief: "In addition, I would like to thank you for sending this little guy to me. I never knew that a person's will can be firm to this level. The so-called unwavering determination is like this. Of course, I never thought that he would grow up like this. Let a demon clan that looks exactly like Pangu stir up the prehistoric world. It must be very interesting."

His will was depressed. His heart was ashamed. He even fell into a state of decline like other prisoners, and he no longer had any hope for this world. Even life and death were meaningless to him.

But on the verge of sinking, Meng Huai sent Zhaoming to his prison. He knew that the other party used to test him to test him, so he didn't take it too seriously.

However, Zhaoming's strong will ultimately deeply infected him, not only making him feel that everything has hope, but he also made up his mind that if he had the chance, he would definitely find a way to help Zhaoming leave here.

Moreover, Zhaoming's appearance also surprised him. He could see that his face, which was exactly the same as Pangu, was born like this and did not use any magical powers.

A demon clan that is exactly the same as Pangu, one day I really don’t know how the witch clan should face it.

In the sky, Zhaoming, who held the black sun with his hands at times, sometimes flashed with a gray light, suddenly became like a ray of dawn in the darkness in his eyes.

It turns out that the demon clan has never really declined. Even if the older generation of strong men are already powerless, the new generation of rising stars have begun to shine.

They will all become the mainstay of the demon clan and support a sky belonging to the demon clan. What people like themselves who have been eliminated by the times need to do their best to protect them in the right way, so as not to become picked buds before they grow up.

The decaying old man thought so, but Meng Huai was not.

He took a deep breath, shook his head at the decaying old man and said, "It really scared me. If you let me escape, I really don't know how to explain to the High Priest. If you recover, you should hide it. Why do you have to let us know."

"Haha!" The decaying old man laughed rare: "I didn't plan to go out from here again. I, who is full of a rotten aura, is no longer suitable to stay in the demon clan."

"The disaster of war is nothing more than life and death, but you have done too much, intending to turn my demon clan into a slave and humiliate him for generations. In your eyes, the Colosseum is a pot of boiling oil, and as long as there is no flame, it will not burn and explode."

"In fact, it's not just the Colosseum. The entire demon clan in the world has reached this level. What is missing is a flame that can ignite them and condense them."

"It's good that you know!" Meng Huai said coldly: "The situation of the demon clan is over. If you are powerless to resist, it's better to live in the world."

The decaying old man shook his head: "I know you must be glad that I have exposed myself to protect him, so that you can know that my body has recovered!"

Meng Huai raised his lips and smiled and said, "That's true. Although he is good, in my eyes, how can he compare with you. Unfortunately, it's too late for you to regret it."

The decaying old man laughed: "This is too early. I dare to bet with you. One day, you will regret that there are so many opportunities to kill him but let him go. I am just a decayed person. Even if I find out the past, it will be the yellow flowers of yesterday. But he is different. Just like this, he ignited the boiling oil in the Colosseum, and sooner or later he will ignite the general trend of the world."

"That will be a war with heaven and earth as the furnace, either burned to ashes in the war, or reborn in the war, and sublimated with the extreme."

I was excited and couldn't help myself, and there was an indescribable excitement and even fanaticism on my face.

Meng Huai snorted coldly: "Is he? Are you thinking too much? It's just a little golden immortal demon!"

He was contemptuous, but his face was full of seriousness, because there was a feeling that told him that what the other party said might become a reality.

"I thought of him so too, but he did something I dare not think about!" The decaying old man raised his head: "Look, wasn't the restriction in this Colosseum broken by him?"

The prohibition that non-Saint Saint dared not have any ideas was now broken by a demon clan in the Golden Immortal Realm. Even if he used the power of the heavenly tribulation, this heavenly tribulation was not something that everyone could have.

"Everyone obeyed the order and killed Zhaoming for me, and crushed his bones and ashes!"

Meng Huai immediately shouted out a loud order.
Chapter completed!