After feeling the medicinal effect of the Soul Fixing Pill through the breath, and hearing the female cultivator of the Enchanting Soul Clan say this, many Soul Clans began to behave quite impatiently. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

They began to use various ways to try to make their soul slaves enter the top ten, some coercion, some lure, some ****, some intimidation...

"Anyway, you have to be in the top ten, otherwise, you'll feel good when you go back!"

"You have to work hard... If you enter the top ten, the slave family will do their best to serve you well at night..."

"If you can't get into the top 10, you just wait..."

"Must be in the top ten, I don't !! heard"

"If you can't get into the top ten, Lao Tzu will drain your soul tonight!!"

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When they heard these words, Yingcui and Yan Hong used their divine senses at the same time to sweep Luan Tian, but Luan Tian did not respond, still calmly watching the situation in the gladiatorial arena.

At this time, the female cultivator of the Enchanting Soul Clan in the square waved her jade arm, raised her voice and said:

"Gladiatorial fighting, it's officially begun!"

Then, as soon as she turned around, she floated out of the gladiatorial arena, and the soul clans drove their soul slaves into the center of the gladiatorial arena, and the gladiatorial arena was instantly full of human soul slaves.

It seems that this gladiatorial fight is not one-on-one, but a melee, Luan Tian roughly estimated that there were as many as 1,000 soul slaves participating in the melee.

This kind of scuffle is very cruel, there is no fixed target for attack, and there is also the possibility of being beaten.

With a whistle, the gladiatorial fight begins!

After this gladiatorial battle began, Luan Tiancai suddenly realized why the soul clan held this kind of gladiatorial fight on a regular basis, their intention was not only to have fun, but also to extract a richer divine soul.

Because there is no cultivation anymore, no spells can be used, so the soul slaves can only fight with their bare hands.

Any sharp fluctuation of emotions will make people's spirits surge, such as anger, such as fighting spirit, such as extreme hatred, such as extreme love...

At the same time, because you can't use spells, the gladiatorial fight has completely become a hand-to-hand fight with thousands of people, fists into the flesh, feet and feet to the bone!

It is precisely because there is no mana that when he is hit by every punch or kick, this pain is also heartbreaking.

In the empty and unobstructed gladiatorial arena, such a melee of thousands of people was almost unavoidable, and Luan Tian also found that most soul slaves did not want to avoid it at all.

In order to please the master of the soul clan, they are desperately using their fists, feet, elbows, knees, and even mouths and teeth... Attacking his own people in every way.

Luan Tian saw that a soul slave was squeezed to the edge of the fence, he raised his arms, desperately protected his head, leaned his back against the fence, and bowed his body to resist.

But this did not let him escape the attacks of the rest of the people, five or six soul slaves surrounded him, and the rained fists and feet fell on him.

Luan Tian recognized this person, it was the same group of sacrificers who came here as him, and it seemed that he was still a soul gatherer.

At this time, the person was already scarred and bloody, and he was saying something loudly with his mouth open, and he couldn't hear it clearly, whether it was begging for mercy or screaming in pain.

Luan Tian also saw that in the center of the gladiatorial arena, the two were fighting, and at this moment, the back of one person's head was hit hard by the person behind him.

The person who was hit in the back of the head immediately went to the end, and in an instant, the seven hundred soul slaves around him immediately stopped fighting with their opponents and ran over one after another.

Countless feet, kicked hard at the face and head of the person who fell to the ground, and before the person could even cover his face, the whole face immediately became bloody and blurry.

These soul slaves who kicked him with their feet all had a cruel smile on their faces, as if the more ruthless they kicked their kind, the more they could be appreciated by their masters, and the more they could replace the harm they had suffered.

In the gladiatorial arena, Luan Tian also saw several familiar figures, among them, there was caryophyllus. Caryophyllus's body is very strong, and it seems to be quite good at such close hand-to-hand combat.

His body was clinging to the fence behind him, and he was fighting against the four soul slaves, but he didn't fall behind, and after a long time of attacking, two of the soul clans gave up.

They quickly turned around and turned to attack the other soul slaves beside them, and Shi Zhu seemed a little more relaxed to deal with the two in front of him.

However, at this time, he was also injured on his body, and in such a melee, he could not retreat with his whole body.

At the same time, Luan Tian also saw that after being besieged by several people, a person suddenly pounced on a person, he opened his mouth wide, bit this person's shoulder, and tore off a piece of flesh from his shoulder.

At this time, on the stone ground of the gladiatorial arena, blood was already flowing, and gradually, stumps fell, and even brains were cracked...

The entire gladiatorial arena was filled with bloody gas at this time, and it became as if it was going to hell, and two words flashed in Luan Tian's mind: slaughter.

It is the slaughter of one's own people against one's own people, and the cannibalism among one's compatriots.

Around, the soul clan in the stands became extremely excited, cheering, screaming, clapping, cheering, dancing, and demons dancing wildly.

Luan Tian slowly closed his eyes, he couldn't look any further, his heart had evolved from anger at the beginning to sadness at the moment.

An indescribable sense of sorrow came to his heart, he felt sad for Wen Xiucao, sad for Wen Cangsheng, moved sad for himself, sad for the human race...

It is not terrible to be considered a "slave" by others, but what is terrible is that I also regard myself as a "slave", and I am willing to be a slave and mourn it.

At this moment, he finally understood Wen Xiucao's helplessness, and finally understood why Gen Guo would sacrifice every year, and he dared to be angry and dare not speak.

The loss of the country is not terrible, the terrible thing is that when the land is still there, the hearts of the people have regarded themselves as slaves of the country, and this kind of servility is the most irreversible.

At this time, Luan Tian only felt hateful, but who should he hate? Should you hate the violence of the soul clan, or should you hate the indisputability of the soul slaves? He felt confused.

As more and more soul slaves fell, stepping on the bodies of their compatriots, those soul slaves who were still standing in hand-to-hand combat had no mood to pay attention to the fallen people.

Their eyes are all staring at those who have not fallen yet, the latest they have fallen, the higher the ranking, and at this time, there are still hundreds of soul slaves who are still continuing to fight.

At this time, the passion of the Soul Clan spectators had been completely ignited, and they slapped the back of the stone chair in front of them vigorously, or stomped their feet and beat their chests with crazy screams.

The scolding, the applause, the chaos, the sound is boiling.

The masters of those soul slaves who were still continuing to fight frantically shouted at their soul slaves, asking them to continue with their struggle.

And the masters of those soul slaves who were already lying on the ground scolded their soul slaves one after another, telling them to get up quickly and continue to fight.

It's just that since it has fallen, where is there anyone who can stand up again...