There is a building in Tiandu City that is particularly dazzling, surrounded by large circular staircases, these stairs have countless tables and chairs, but the size and number of tables and chairs on each floor are different, from bottom to top, from more to less, obviously the highest place is where the most powerful people sit.

This place is no stranger to anyone, it is the well-known Colosseum, under the circular staircase is a circular field of hundreds of feet, and there are four identical gates around the field.

At this time, a tired young man in the center of the field was panting on the ground, and a vicious wolf with a perfect beast was staring at him opposite him, the young man had messy hair, a tattered cloth coat, and his thin body was holding himself up from the ground, his face was full of determination, and his eyes were already bloodshot.

The high platform was full of noise, the Colosseum was a very ordinary entertainment venue, the best entertainment place for cultivators, and it was the favorite of the children of those big families, although it was just an ordinary entertainment venue, but not everyone could come in, and those who could come in to watch these wonderful duels were all people with identity and background.

Now it's a low-level field, and only a third of the high-level field is seated, and when the middle-level field starts, the high-level field should be full.

There were two cultivators dressed as monks sitting on the high platform, one of the big monks holding a wine bottle and watching the battle while drinking spiritual wine, and the other small monk sitting next to him with his eyes closed, as if the excitement here had nothing to do with him at all.

The big monk patted the little monk on the shoulder: "Xiao Yuanyuan, why don't you watch it when it's so lively?"

"Boredom"

"Xiao Yuanyuan, do you think that young man can win?"

"Yes"

"Well, brother thinks so too. ”

He looked at the young man's unyielding eyes, and then looked at the young man's information with fiery eyes.

Name: Huo Ming

Gender: Male

Age: 13 years old

Physical talent: Fire Spirit Ape bloodline, level 5 upper

Perception Talent: Level 5 Medium

Special Talent: Level 6 Refiner

Exercises: Pure Heart Gong (Mortal Inferior)

Martial Arts: King Kong Fist (Huang Pin inferior)

Body: None

Cultivation: Late stage of the desolate

"Haha, I know that this little slave can't defeat the hungry wolf, otherwise my thousand low-grade spirit stones won't be in vain!" A big fat man laughed loudly on the high platform, his laughter shook together with the fat on his body, and his face was full of pockmarks, which made people feel disgusted at first sight, seeing that he was dressed in spirit armor and was obviously a person with status, so no one provoked him.

There were many people next to the big fat man, and one of the thin young men was full of annoyance, and shouted and scolded: "This little slave can also be regarded as the trump card of the Colosseum Desolate Realm, why is he so sloppy today, a beast is solved by him in three or two strokes on weekdays, has he eaten cartilage today? This young master also pressed him two thousand lower grade spirit stones, is this going to be lost?"

"Haha, Ximen Yuyang, you are a descendant of the young master, do you still lack this spirit stone in your big family?"

"Hmph, Beitang chooses that you don't sit and talk without backache!"

A beautiful girl spoke: "Two young men, this beast is not over yet, and it is still unknown who will kill the deer!"

She has light blue hair, dark and charming eyes, long eyelashes that make people feel pity, and a long blue dress sets off her nobility, she looks at the little slave who fights with the evil wolf under the high stage, and her delicate face shows a chuckle.

"This little slave's means of saving his life are comparable to those of a monkey. ”

Beitang chose to listen to it, touched his big belly, lest the world not mess up and said: "Ning'er is right, this little slave is not stupid, he knows that his life is the most important, and hiding all the time has ruined the nature of the group, and he should chop off his legs later, and see if he dares to dodge in the future." ”

I saw displeasure on her face: "Beitang Gongzi, we are not very familiar with each other, just call me Nangong Ning." ”

A loud shout interrupted them.

"Look, that little slave is moving!"

Mo Chen looked at the young man in the audience with great interest, Huo Ming's fight with the evil wolf was nearing the end, and the evil wolf was torn in half by Huo Ming with both hands when it was tired and couldn't stand up, and the scene was extremely bloody.

Huo Ming was also lying on the ground weakly, most people thought that Huo Ming was going to lose, but he turned the tables at the last moment, and Beitang Xue vomited blood happily, not because of the thousand inferior spirit stones, but because he had just said ruthlessly, and now he was losing face.

Ximen Yuyang laughed: "Miss Nangong is right, it is still unknown who will kill the deer." Hahaha, this son earned another 2,000 lower grade spirit stones today. ”

Huo Ming relaxed for a while, and fell asleep in an instant, this is not the first day, nor is it the first time to fight with demon beasts, I don't know how many nights I have been awakened by nightmares, hungry.

He was an orphan, he didn't know where he came from, he was picked up at the age of five and returned to the Colosseum, the first few years of being picked up were fine, he had food, clothing and shelter, he had a lot of strength, and he ate a lot, and three years later, that is, since he was eight years old, this nightmare of fighting monsters began.

For the past five years, he has been fighting with demon beasts almost every day, if he doesn't fight, he won't have anything to eat, and if he loses, he will die, and people like him who have encountered it have grabbed a lot of people here, and those who can't stand it have died.

The Colosseum's steward dragged Huo Ming out of the arena as usual, leaving a long trail of blood behind him.

"Little beast, it's not in vain that Lao Tzu feeds you food and drinks, and I will add you another piece of meat today. As he spoke, he re-chained Huo Ming and threw him heavily into the iron cage where the slave was imprisoned.

Huo Ming desperately fights with demon beasts every day not for a big meal, but with the belief of living, he doesn't want to die, he wants to get out of this Colosseum and see the outside world.

There are as many as tens of thousands of slave iron cages imprisoned here, different realms, even those in the realm of the desolate king have no special treatment, there is a ragged slave in each iron cage, they have their eyes closed, no one cares about their life or death, they don't care about anyone, no one can control their own destiny here.

The place where the slaves were held was very dark, and the steward hurriedly wanted to leave after locking Huo Ming, but when he turned around, there were two more people behind him.

I was about to scold, but when I looked at it, I swallowed back the words that came to my mouth, and the whole body of the person who came exuded majesty, and the steward was not stupid, and at a glance, I knew that it was a person with status and status.

"I wonder who your Excellency is?" asked the steward, clasping his fists at them.

They didn't answer, and one of them looked at Huo Ming in the iron cage and said, "We want this person." ”

The steward's face was a little ugly, and he seemed to be very embarrassed, if it was okay for others, but Huo Ming was the mainstay of the Desolation stage, although the realm was not high, he was very durable, and he had been in the Colosseum for five years, bringing huge benefits.

The person frowned, and the iron cage and chain that held Huo Ming in a snap of his fingers turned into powder, and an invisible force lifted Huo Ming out, and before the steward could come to his senses, the three of them disappeared in front of him.

A voice echoed in the room: "From now on, his life and death will be arranged by the Divine Machine Gate, and it has nothing to do with you, someone will send you the ransom!"

Hearing the three words of Shenji Gate, the steward was also frightened into a cold sweat, and without further words, he hurriedly walked out of the room to report to the upper floor.

There are more and more people in the Colosseum, the scene is getting more and more hot, those intermediate and high-level slave monsters appear one after another, and the life-and-death battles make those famous nobles scream again and again.

There are many ways to play in this Colosseum, not only can you suppress others to fight beasts, you can let your own slaves or beast pets fight, you can also challenge yourself, and you will get a lot of income if you win, but this is very dangerous, unless it is really very lacking spirit stones, otherwise few people do this, so most of the slaves here are fighting with monsters, and there are also fights between slaves and slaves.

No matter how much the realm is different, as long as both parties agree, they can go to the Colosseum, but one thing is that after going to the stage, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, it's just life and death.

"Drop, the Invincible Benevolent System is now releasing side quests!"

"The mission requires that the host win a hundred games in a row in the Tiandu Colosseum, and the opponent's cultivation must be two small realms higher than the host. ”

"Mission Reward: Invincible Card*1 10 minutes"

"May I ask if the host accepts the mission!"

The system hasn't released a task for a long time, and this task can just hone his combat experience, two small realms higher than himself, that is, he has to fight to the death with cultivators above the middle stage of the Desolate Sect, and the invincible card is a huge temptation for him, think about the few Desolate Emperors he played in Araki City.

"Accept"

"Drop, the host has accepted the task, the timer starts, please complete it within 24 hours, otherwise it will be regarded as a failure, and the host will randomly lose a magical power or a special body weapon if the mission fails!"

"Grass grows in the nest, 24 hours, and there is a failure penalty? system, you pit brother ......"

Magical powers and special artifacts are his lifeblood, and if he loses one, he will have it.

"Xiao Yuanyuan, brother is going to play, you stay by yourself for a while!" After speaking, he ran away, he dodged into a hidden place, and changed into a long blood-red hair, a slender figure, and a fanged mask.

He came to the counter, pointed to the task of winning 100 games in a row, and said to the steward, "I'll take this!"

There is also a place to post missions here in the Colosseum, winning 10 games in a row, 20 games...... 100 quests, you can also get a lot of spirit stones after completing the quest.

When the steward heard this, he didn't rush to register him, there were very few people who won in a row, and he looked up at Mo Chen.

"Do you know the rules? The mission here is not something that can be killed with the same cultivator, and you can't let the beast pet take action, and the resources on your body will belong to us in the Colosseum after you die!"

"I know, my cultivation is the consummation of the desolate spirit, and the opponent is from the middle stage of the desolate sect to the consummation of the desolate sect. ”

The steward nodded indifferently and threw out a jade plaque: "Since you understand, drop a drop of blood into it, engrave your name, and I will arrange an opponent for you when it's over!"

Mo Chen didn't talk nonsense, dropped a drop of blood into the jade plate, and engraved the word "Shura"!