The flames ignited hatred, and with the rage wave that had accumulated over a thousand years, Zhaoming smashed the long sword in front of him and punched the astonished sub-saint.

It was like a torrent of darkness, surging out, and all the slaves rushed out like crazy.

Meng Huai's face was pale, he knew that things had reached an uncontrollable point.

Everyone says that there is no entry or exit in the Colosseum, and the slaves inside cannot help themselves in their lives and death, and all of this must be under the premise that these slaves are detained.

Whether in terms of quantity or overall combat effectiveness, the slaves here are not weaker than the guards of the Colosseum. All they lack is a leader, a leader who can unite them and plant a will to resist in their hearts.

At this time, Zhaoming did it, not only planted this seed of will, but also used hatred and anger as nutrients to cultivate this seed into a tree in the sky.

"Kill, kill everyone! You must never let them escape, you must never!"

Meng Huai roared and ordered, hoarsely, and even hoarsely. His eyes looking at Zhaoming were even engulfed by flames, which was an irreconcilable anger.

There were no entry and no exit of the Colosseum, and there were two accidents today, both times in my own hands, and both times because of this inexplicable fire-swallowing demon.

He wanted to grab him, tear him apart, and swallow it into his stomach.

The angry fist opened the way, and drove six flying fire meteors around him. The fire escape technique was unpredictable. Even though it was in the Taiyi Jinxian realm, Zhaoming was unstoppable in this coupe without the Immortal King.

The slaves behind him burst into a shocking fighting spirit, and everyone knew clearly that this moment was not for others, nor for the ambitions of some superiors. All this was for themselves and for their own freedom.

There is only one chance. If you miss it, everything will be empty.

A large number of witch tribes rushed out from all directions of the Colosseum, intending to stop this earth-shaking riot. But at this time, the slaves were no longer those who were afraid to act when they saw them.

When freedom is so close, everyone goes crazy, and madmen are not afraid of what they used to be. They are only afraid that the desire in their hearts cannot be realized.

A flock of sheep, led by a lion, will no longer be sheep, but sheep with the soul of the lion. They will also eat meat instead of grass.

The gap on the top of his head that was smashed by the Kongtong Seal has recovered, and the entire sky is integrated.

Zhaoming stepped on the flames and rose into the sky, and the flying fire meteors danced wildly, guiding the whistle and fire to force the witch tribes around him back. He held the Kongtong Seal and kept smashing towards the sky.

One, two, three... holes appeared one by one, making all slaves' eyes shine. It was not only a gap, but also a door to rebirth.

"Stop him, stop him!" Meng Huai roared loudly, wishing he could rush over and pinch Zhaoming to death.

But reason stopped him, or fear dominated him. Although there was no match for him, Meng Huai had already judged at the first time that he would not be the opponent of the Fire-Swallowing Demon at the same level.

The heroes cannot be without a leader. Once they fall down, the Colosseum will become more chaotic and uncontrollable.

This is a reason...or an excuse.

The witch clan in the sub-saint realm followed Meng Huai's orders and intended to attack Zhaoming, but for a moment, he forgot that there was a blood demon in the Colosseum that was even more terrifying than Zhaoming.

The name of Blood Shura is accumulated with flesh and blood and life.

A blood sword that looked like the light of the sky and the earth came, and the sub-saint witch clan had no time to turn around and pounce, and half of his body was cut off by the Blood Shadow Mad Sword.

Although the witch clan has always been called the Lord of the flesh. Such injuries can be restored quickly for a sub-saint. However, the terrifying momentum of the sword and two-cut sword is still enough to make the witch clan frightened and make the slaves crazy.

"You are not qualified to touch my elder brother!"

Shura smiled fiercely. Blood energy surged. In the sound of Buddha's words and Sanskrit, a huge evil Buddha of blood appeared behind him. He held a blood-colored Zen stick in one hand and held four Buddhist beads in the other, showing a more evil smile.

Goodbye, the Blood Shadow danced wildly, the sea of ​​blood boiled, and all the witch clans who intended to approach Zhaoming were blocked.

The Kongtong Seal was constantly bombarding, dozens, hundreds, hundreds... until tens of thousands of holes appeared above the head, connecting them into a piece, like a new world, a new sky.

"Let's go, go, rush out, go to the north, there is Sky Ridge, and it's the place for our demon clan!"

Zhaoming controlled the flames, blocked the witch clan's pursuit, shouting loudly, one by one, and group of slaves rushed towards the sky wildly.

At this moment, no matter what realm the witch clan is or how powerful it is, as long as they are in front of them, they can only have an idea: kill him, rush out, and rush into the sky, which is freedom.

The road has been opened, Zhaoming sent another message to Shura: "Shura, guard them, I'm going to find someone!"

Shura Sen smiled: "No problem, you can look for it as long as you need."

Blood Shura is famous for bloodthirsty. Unlike these slaves, hatred, anger, and hope for freedom have become crazy.

Shura can become crazy if only one thing is: blood, the blood of the enemy, or anyone's blood, or even his own blood.

In the flames, even more violent blood and energy dominated everything. Shura had let go of his hands and feet at this moment and no longer made any reservations. As if he was fighting Xiangzhou in Wuchao, anyone who was hostile to him or even slightly obstructed him became his targets, including these slaves who were about to escape.

"Don't worry about the Blood Shura, go find the Fire-Swallowing Demon, kill him, and kill the Fire-Swallowing Demon!" Meng Huai roared loudly, and his hatred towards Zhaoming had made him desperately.

But this order has lost its effect. The crazy bloody figure in the middle of the Colosseum attracted the attention of all the witch tribes. All the witch tribes had only one thought in their minds, killing the Blood Shura to stop everything else.

Zhaoming, who was unnoticed, returned to the ground of the Colosseum.

According to the pangolin demon, the decaying old man should have been locked in a secret room that was placed ten thousand meters away. Although he could not be sure, Zhaoming must give it a try.

When he thought of the senior who was willing to block his life and freedom in order to get out of trouble, he felt nervous and extremely uncomfortable.

Holding the flames in his hand, he blasted the ground with an angry fist.

Amid the earth-shaking loud noises, flames soared into the sky, and wild waves roared, as if huge waves were rushing in all directions.

A large pit nearly five meters deep appeared on the ground of the Colosseum, with golden light constantly flashing, which was the power of the protective formation. Zhaoming's punch that could urge the mountain to collapse was more than 90% of the force of the formation.

It will take several days to complete the underground at a depth of ten thousand meters at such a speed.

Time is uncontrollable, and the reinforcements of the witch clan may arrive in less than half an hour, so I must come up with a reliable solution.

But he had no choice but to rack his brains. He would not try to seize Meng Huai to coerce the answer he wanted. Although he hated the witch clan to the core, he knew that the witch clan's backbone would never compromise with him.

Especially the descendants of the twelve surnames of the Witch clan, they regard the reputation of the family more important than anything else.

Looking at the sky again, my heart moved and I suddenly had an idea.

The Kongtong Seal can smash the formations in the sky, and naturally it can smash the formations on the ground. I didn’t think too much, held the Kongtong Seal in my hand, soared into the air, and smashed it hard on the ground.

After the Kongtong Seal flew out, it condensed its anger and followed closely.

There is a flash of golden light on the ground, intending to resist external energy, but how can it block an innate treasure like Kongtong Seal?

I saw the golden light shattering, like a silver bottle suddenly cracking. I heard a "bang" sound again, and a black hole that was only one foot in radius but hundreds of meters deep appeared on the ground.

This result made Zhaoming very happy. At this speed, he only needed to smash thirty or forty strokes to reach a depth of ten thousand meters.

Without hesitation, he swung the Kongtong Seal and smashed it again and again. Every time he received an angry punch, making the effect more obvious.

The battle in the sky became more and more fierce. Shura, holding the Blood Shadow Sword, turned most of the Colosseum into a vast sea of ​​blood. Due to the blade, life was harvested like straw.

Not only the witch clan, but also the demon clan. All those who accidentally ran to his attack route were dead. Fortunately, he maintained a certain degree of rationality and did not deliberately seek the demon clan's attack.

Time and again, after hitting thirty or forty times in a blink of an eye, it was estimated that it was ten thousand meters deep. Zhaoming condensed Xuanji Tianhuo and burned down along the black hole. The flame path pattern was densely spread in the black hole, and the spiritual consciousness could clearly explore the situation inside through the flame path pattern.

But the result made him feel cold. Not to mention the whereabouts of the decaying old man, there was not even a room in the depths of ten thousand meters. It was pure rock, thick and strong.

The pangolin demon only knew that it was ten thousand meters deep, but he didn't know where it was ten thousand meters deep.

If one place is smashed one by one, it will probably take several months to find it. Not to mention being in danger, it is enough for Meng Huai to discover his intention to transfer the decayed old man who might be locked in it.

I glanced around and moved my heart and flew directly to the middle of the Colosseum. I had no other choice, so I could only bet that secret room was right below here.

He swung the Kongtong Seal and smashed it down again and again. After only a few hits, Zhaoming knew that he must have been the right bet.

Meng Huai, who had been paying attention to his movements, became hoarse again: "Stop the fire-swallowing demon, he wants to save people, don't let him succeed."

The witch clan finally heard the order and quickly approached Zhaoming. However, before he got close, he was forced back by Feihuo Meteor and Xuanji Tianhuo. How dare Taiyi Jinxian touch the flame that the Yasheng was afraid of?

"Kill him!"

Meng Huai was already crazy and didn't even know that he had any other ideas. Amid the shrill shouts, the Kongtong Seal kept bombarding the ground, and the black hole became deeper and deeper.

After a moment, about ten thousand meters deep, Zhaoming's spiritual sense penetrated along the flames and indeed felt the existence of the room.

"Shura, be careful!"
Chapter completed!