The sudden appearance of the high priest also ordered the stop of the battle in the Colosseum, which made Meng Huai stunned and puzzled the reason.

The person closest to God spoke, and the furious Golden Immortal Witch Clan did not dare to disobey. After punching Zhaoming, he stood on the edge of the ring and stopped attacking.

When the opponent stopped, Zhao Ming naturally stopped. This was his third opponent in the Golden Immortal Realm of the Witch Clan. It is no accident that the Witch Clan can occupy a large area of ​​prehistoric times. They, who are the best in the world, do have too much advantage in fighting alone, and are far more difficult to deal with than the immortals and demons of the same realm.

The first two were both tragic victory, and the third opponent was extremely powerful and even stronger. If you continue, you may lose by yourself.

"Master High Priest, why?" Meng Huai asked in confusion. Victory is right in front of him. As long as he persists for a while, Zhaoming will definitely be defeated, and the previous haze will be wiped out.

The high priest of the Witch Clan waved his hand and said firmly: "A level beyond the other party, and he still uses wheel battles. When did my Witch Clan warriors fall to this point?"

As soon as this was said, many witch clans dared not say much, and some even lowered their heads in shame. But they were helpless in their hearts. They had never thought that the body of the demon clan could be so strong that they could not compare with the witch clans of the same realm. In addition, the opponent's strength was superb and the flames were strong. If they were not suppressed by the realm, they would not be able to fight at all.

"But here..." Meng Huai wanted to speak but stopped, so he naturally seemed as other witch tribes thought. There was no witch tribe in the Colosseum that could fight with Zhaoming at the same level, so he had no choice.

The high priest of the Witch clan shook his head: "The strength of my Witch clan is not based on relying on the strong and bullying the weak, but is not afraid of any enemies, especially opponents in the same realm. He is very strong, and this cannot be denied, nor can he deny it. If you blindly despise the other party, you will only repeat the same mistakes. Don't forget the incident when Hongjun came to my Wudao more than 3,000 years ago."

Meng Huai did not speak, with a expressionless face. Three thousand years ago, Taoist ancestor Hongjun just had just left the cottage and entered Wudao. At that time, he was only in the realm of the celestial fairy. All the children of the same generation of the witch clan looked down on Hongjun. They thought it was vulnerable, so the Shen Shen sacrificed the battle.

The result was that his generation of witch clans suffered the greatest setback in his life. Thousands of the so-called best witch clans joined forces, but in the end they were defeated, including him. Even though Hongjun has become a Taoist ancestor, and even though many of the outstanding witch clans of those years have become great witches, they are worried when they think about this.

Meng Huai didn't speak, and the other witch clans were also imposing. That day, many witch clans regarded it as a shame. Even though the witch clans did not participate in that battle, they were well-known.

Seeing that the witch tribes were like this, the high priest said loudly: "Recognizing the gap is not to make you discouraged, but to make you shameful before you can be brave. He is the best among the juniors of the demon clan, and there are also strong newcomers of my witch tribe. Three months later, the children of the witch tribe will come here to fight him and let him see the power of my witch tribe."

"Haha!" Zhaoming laughed: "Your witch clan is not only bullying the weak, but suppressing it with your realm. What else can you do? You just bully me, the demon clan does not have the Immortal King in the world. If you fight in the same realm, don't talk about one, your witch clan will be one, I, Zhaoming, and then you."

The high priest nodded: "As you wish, in three months, someone will satisfy you! Someone will come and take him back to the prison."

With a command, the witch clan of Daluo Jinxian Realm flew onto the arena and took Zhaoming down to the dungeon.

"Master High Priest!" Meng Huai stepped forward to wait for instructions.

The high priest nodded to him: "Thank you for your hard work in guarding the Colosseum. I will go back to Wudao first. What is the situation with that man and Zhaoming? Remember to notify me as soon as possible."

Meng Huai half-kneeled on the ground: "Subordinates obey the order."

When he looked up again, the high priest was gone.

Underground prison.

Zhaoming returned to this place for the first time while standing. Although his injuries were not light, he could only be described as intact compared to before.

The Daluo Golden Immortal Witch Clan still did not close the prison door. She glanced at Zhaoming, turned around and left with a sneer.

Who can't be angry when someone is insulted with words? If it weren't for the high priest's suppression today, Zhaoming would probably not be able to leave even a scum. At this moment, the witch clan was looking forward to Zhaoming's escape, and there was a reason to kill him directly to death.

After the witch clan left, Zhaoming looked at the decaying old man again and couldn't help but be stunned. He felt that the other party seemed to be very different from usual. He was no longer as unfamiliar as the ancient well. Instead, he seemed to have experienced some great joys and sorrows, and his mood fluctuations were extremely obvious.

"Senior..." Zhaoming was about to ask a question, but was shocked. He found that it was not just the decaying old man, but there seemed to be changes in the entire prison.

I looked at the other imprisoned prisoners, no longer expressionless, they were all fluctuating, and even looked angry and kept muttering something.

"Hu Emperor,Hu Emperor!"

I listened with my ears and heard these two words.

Emperor Wa... Zhaoming frowned, feeling that he seemed to have heard these two words, but he couldn't remember them for a while.

He looked at the decaying old man and asked, "Senior, is there something happening here?"

The decaying old man seemed to wake up from his dream: "You... are you back?"

He sighed again: "I've come an uninvited guest, and it's like this."

"Uninvited guest!" Zhao Ming frowned even deeper, and he started to ask, "Yes..."

"No need to ask more, it has nothing to do with you!" The decaying old man sighed and asked again: "How is the situation?"

This was asking myself about breaking the ban on the Colosseum, Zhaoming hurriedly replied: "I'm not sure, but I have to find a way to improve my strength."

The high priest is definitely not a fool. In three months, the best rookies of the late-stage Wu Clan will definitely come here to fight him. Whether it is for that battle or to escape from him, he must make a breakthrough as soon as possible.

The decaying old man frowned and thought: "If I just want to increase the strength of the true qi, I have a way. But the realm of the Golden Immortal is a watershed for practitioners. If you want to make a breakthrough, not only the increase in the strength of the true qi, but also the realization of the state of mind must be reduced. Then I can't help you."

Zhaoming nodded: "I naturally know that my mood is not something that can be done. There is no good idea for a while. I can only find a way to increase the strength of my true qi first."

The decaying old man blinked: "Come here!"

Zhaoming hurriedly walked up to him and said respectfully: "Senior, please give me instructions."

"Put your hand on my shoulder!" said the decaying old man again.

Zhaoming hurriedly did as he did, but as soon as he put his hand on, his face immediately changed. It seemed as if a huge black hole had appeared in the decaying old man's body, which instantly sucked the true energy in his body, and even caused a great feeling of emptiness and hunger in his body.

"Former...sen..."
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