Looking at the familiar Colosseum in front of him, Zhaoming's heart surged.

It is here that I witnessed the ruthless murder between the same clans, and even the demon clans who had no grudges were forced to meet each other.

It is also here that I saw a spirit of sacrificing myself for the future. In order to save my so-called fire, the decaying old man exchanged his freedom and even his life for his freedom.

After so many years, Zhaoming has never forgotten this place, and he only regrets that he is not strong enough. Now that he finally has the opportunity, he is inevitably a little excited.

"Is it here? Big brother?" Shura asked.

Zhaoming nodded, looked at Sun Jiuyang and asked, "Senior, how to break the formation?"

Sun Jiuyang handed the Kongtong Seal to him and said casually: "It's too troublesome to let me break the formation. You can just smash it with this thing. Even the Yaochi Formation cannot stop it, let alone the breaking formation in the Colosseum."

Zhaoming hesitated a little: "Will it make the noise too much? If I hurt my senior, it will be troublesome?"

There must be a quarrel, and I don’t know how many people will die in the end and what will happen. But Zhaoming wanted Sun Jiuyang to sneak in with him and the two of them first, find the corrupt old man before taking action. This is the safe way.

Sun Jiuyang looked at him and smiled: "Do you still want to go in quietly and then come out? Don't worry, you can't hurt your savior. He is either dead or under the supervision of the key points. Besides, who knows you are here to save him?"

"But I'll just agree first. I won't interfere in this matter. You can do it yourself."

Shura also nodded and said, "Yes, brother, just start fighting. I will attract their troops later. Go in and find someone!"

After thinking for a moment, he couldn't think of a better and easier way. Zhaoming immediately soared into the sky and flew directly above the Colosseum. Shura followed closely behind, while Sun Jiuyang patted his butt and disappeared.

The two did not hide their aura and immediately attracted the attention of the witch clan in the Colosseum.

"Who!" a Taiyi Golden Immortal Witch Clan shouted loudly.

"Your ancestor!"

Shura was violent in nature and waved the Blood Shadow Crazy Sword without saying a word and slashed it directly.

The blood-colored sword light was like a rainbow, slashing the sky, but before it even landed on the Colosseum, it was blocked by a barrier with a slight mysterious light. A golden light flashed by, and the blood-colored sword light disappeared without a trace.

This is a formation arranged by the high priest of the witch clan. Apart from Taishan and Yaochi, there are not many innate formations that can be compared with it. Even though Shura already has such strength, he still cannot break it.

This is also the reason why there has been no Immortal King guarding the Colosseum. Even the number of sub-saints is very small, because there is no need at all.

An 80% powerful sword was ineffective, but the huge movement still attracted more witch tribes, looking at the sky one by one, furious.

Soon, the Taiyi Golden Immortal Witch Clan flew out again, with extraordinary momentum and looked up at the sky. Just as he was about to ask, his face suddenly changed. He exclaimed: "It's you, the fire-swallowing demon!"

This man is the manager of the Colosseum, Meng Huai, who used to kill Zhao Ming slowly.

He has seen too many people and experienced too many things in his life, but no matter what, he will not forget what happened back then. The reputation of the Colosseum, which is known as the immortal king, is destroyed in his own hands.

I can't forget Zhaoming, the culprit that caused the incident.

He Zeng thought countless times about how to catch Zhaoming. How to abuse him to death slowly, but never thought that the other party would dare to come to him in person.

He is really here, why dare he come? Why should he come? So what if he comes?

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through Meng Huai's heart. When he suddenly came to his senses, he found that he had a little bit of fear, afraid that the other party would cause any major changes.

Seeing Meng Huai appear, Zhaoming laughed: "It's your ancestor god!"

Amid the laughter, the tiger roars and heavenly craftsmanship was activated, and the body was transformed into more than ten meters. Then spread both hands, one hand condensed the flower of the flame pattern, and the other hand condensed the spiraling sky fire.

The flames condensed rapidly, and the sky was bright like a sun star. The light shone on my face, reflecting the black sky, making Zhao obviously majestic.

At this moment, seeing Zhaoming's appearance clearly, many witch tribes exclaimed. They were used to bowing in front of Pangu, but at this moment they saw a person exactly like Pangu appeared, and they were like a god of war, so how could they not be surprised?

One by one, they were all panicked, and some even knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.

"Stop kowtow, this is a demon clan, a demon clan who pretends to be the ancestor god of Pangu, you idiots!" Meng Huai was furious and kicked a kowtowed witch clan beside him to the ground, then shouted loudly: "Go and notify Lord Bai Qiu, someone is attacking the Colosseum!"

"A Taiyi Golden Immortal and a Sub-Saint..." said a sub-Saint interface beside him. Although he had not finished speaking, the meaning was quite obvious. Just a Taiyi Golden Immortal and a Sub-Saint, there was no need to fight like this.

"What do you know! The person next to him is a Blood Shura, and even Prince Rakshasa dares to kill him. Can you beat him?" Meng Huai glared at him: "Call everyone out and prepare for the battle!"

Although he was only Taiyi Jinxian, he came from the Meng family of the twelve surnames of the Witch Clan. Even though the Witch Clan was a sub-saint, he had to obey him. He immediately shouted his orders and asked all the Witch Clan guards in the Colosseum to come out to prepare for the battle.

"Zhaoming, this is a formation arranged by the High Priest himself. I see how you break it!"

Meng Huai looked at Zhaoming and shouted loudly. He seemed to be full of confidence, but he did not notice the cowardice in his heart. He didn't even dare to open the formation and go out to meet the enemy.

"Is it difficult for me to have a trick?" Zhao Ming sneered, and the fireball in his hand had already condensed.

Suddenly, someone sent a message and said, "You idiot, just smash it and go in, are you afraid that others won't know you? Meng Huai didn't react at all. If you are a little smarter, you can think that you must be here to save someone. Then, why are you good to hold that person in your hand?"

The person who sent the voice was naturally Sun Jiuyang. At this time, he had no idea where this guy was hiding. But what he said was the fact. Zhaoming did not dare to delay any more. He immediately condensed his Taoist flower and flame energy into his hand, transforming into a 36th-grade fire lotus in the Cangyan Tribulation and holding it in his left hand. He flipped his right hand and took out the Kongtong seal and smashed it towards the Colosseum.

The Colossal Formation sensed danger and ran rapidly, sending out a thousand-foot-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thought-to-block. However, the Kongtong Seal Breaking Formation was unparalleled in the world, and no one could stop it, including this Colossal.

It was like thin paper, and the Colosseum array was instantly penetrated, turning into a three-meter-meter-square-meter hole.

Zhaoming shouted loudly and slapped Cang Yanjie in his hand towards the big hole.

"No! Hide!" Meng Huai's face changed and he ordered loudly. He had seen the power of Cang Yan Tribulation. At that time, the other party could already make Taiyi Jinxian fearful at the Golden Immortal Realm. Now the other party is already Taiyi Jinxian, and this terrible move is probably impossible to resist even the Sub-Saint.

This order saved a large number of witch tribes. In the words, the 36th-grade fire lotus with gray light flashed into the Colosseum and exploded instantly. The sky fire scattered, and the terrible energy swept across the world.

Fortunately, there is a formation in the colosseum. The formation inside was originally used to prevent slaves from escaping on the arena. It has now become a protection place for the witch clan. The mysterious light shines, blocking the energy of the Cangyan Tribulation, saving most of the witch clans.

"Shura, you attract their attention, I'll go in and save people."

"What do I do?"

"Do whatever you want!"

With an order, Zhaoming fled directly to the entrance of the prison underground in the Arena. He naturally would not forget the place where he was imprisoned in the past.

Kongtong Seal opened the way, smashed a hole in the formation in front of him and rushed directly into it.

He rushed down the aisle and immediately saw cages of slaves imprisoned. There was a lot of noise outside, which attracted these people who had no fighting spirit to look at each other and wanted to know what was going on.

When they saw Zhaoming coming in, they were all stunned and didn't know what to react.

After a while, several demons reacted. Looking at Zhaoming, hesitantly asked, as if he was talking to himself, "You are..."

In the past, Zhaoming and the decaying old man made a big fuss in the Colosseum and finally escaped successfully. Other slaves wanted to take advantage of the chaos, but unfortunately they failed. But they had a deep impression of Zhaoming and always kept it in their hearts.

However, Zhaoming had always been disfigured before, and he did not return to his original appearance when he finally escaped. So these people remembered the person who made a big fuss in the Colosseum, but suddenly they couldn't remember the person's facial features, which were a little blurry.

Zhaoming did not respond, illuminating the surroundings with flames. The fire escape technique flashed, and he immediately arrived at the place where he had been imprisoned.

There was a figure in the cage, covered in bruises and disheveled hair, which was very miserable.

Zhaoming smashed the prison door with Kongtong Seal, rushed in, helped the man up, and shouted loudly: "Senior, senior..."

But after brushing away the hair on the man's face, I realized that it was not a corrupt old man, or even a demon clan, but an immortal clan. I was too excited and didn't pay attention to these things at the first time.

The decaying old man was not here, Zhaoming immediately put down the man and stood up.

After thinking for a moment, he rushed to a cage next to him, broke the door and rushed in to capture the slaves of the immortal tribe inside, and asked loudly: "Where has the old man with a rotten aura here?"

"He...he..." The slave of the immortal clan was so scared that he couldn't even speak.

He was used to being bullied by the witch clan and had no intention of resisting at all.

"Speak quickly!" Zhaoming shouted again.

Even though Sun Jiuyang said that there shouldn't be a witch clan immortal king coming, no one can guarantee that this is true.

"No...I don't know! When...I made a big fuss in the Colosseum, the witch clan took him away and didn't know where he was locked up."

The slaves of the immortal clan tried their best to finally say a complete sentence. Zhao Ming relaxed his hand and threw him aside.

Looking around, a chill suddenly broke out in my heart.

Things were too big back then, and the result was unknown.

Maybe he has been executed, or...
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