The voice stopped abruptly, and Tang Ze, who was sealed by Tang Ze's natal divine light sword, was full of horror when he had already stained most of his body red with his own blood, and in the late stage of the congenital stage, he was so terrifying!

End of the game~

Tang Ze, who was covered in blood, was carried back to the rest area by Wu Yao, and applied for a quiet room in the gladiatorial arena, Tang Ze lay weakly on a hard bed, although the blood had stopped, but it was limited to that, just now his ability was lost too much with the blood.

So much so that all he could do was stop the bleeding, and he couldn't recover his injuries at all, and he wasn't even bored to give him a lot of recovery and hanging spirit wine for the first time, and he would be greatly injured if he didn't die now.

He just lay quietly, thinking about what he had done in the previous battle, he thought that if he used the dragon stick instead of the silver bamboo stick, he would definitely kill the cultivator with a stick, instead of almost killing his own head, but......

Thinking of this, Tang Ze couldn't help but take the strip of cloth placed on the dragon stick beside him, feeling the cold, but incomparably rich feeling in his hand, he really loved and hated this dragon stick.

He rarely thought about the origin of this dragon stick that even Jiu Lao and Nie Yuyu didn't know, because it didn't matter to him, the magic stick in his hand had killed countless enemies for him, and even killed a Purple Mansion crocodile, which was a power he couldn't understand.

However, in ordinary life, this dragon stick is somewhat in the way, and although the restriction that he will die if he is at a distance from him, it disappears when he breaks through the innate nature, but if the dragon stick is not by his side, he will still instinctively feel panicked.

And such a two-meter-long stick behind the back is really in the way, almost most of the monks will put the magic weapon in the storage space, today there is only one kind of person who will wear their own weapons, that is, instrument cultivation, they understand their own weapons at the same time, but also pay attention to raising soldiers, raising soldiers with gods, raising soldiers with law, raising soldiers with spiritual sense, etc., etc...... They want to make their weapons a part of their bodies, and their weapons are like their own lives, so they never leave their weapons.

And Tang Ze is obviously not this kind of person, the reason why he carries this two-meter-long stick all day and night is very simple, that is, he can't put it into the space bag at all, and the statement given by Jiu Lao and Nie Yuyu is that the level of the dragon stick is too high, and he and his storage space are not worthy of this dragon stick at all, so they can only carry it every day.

Moreover, the clumsiness of using it with the power of the flesh alone, even if he cultivated from the acquired to the innate, there was no change, so if he used the dragon stick with the power of the flesh alone, it was very likely that it would be after its head fell off before he could be killed with a stick.

He injected dragon power into the dragon stick in the Great Lake of Xingqing Forest to kill the purple mansion golden crocodile At that time, who didn't have that kind of clumsiness, but the weakness after that made him unforgettable for life, it was the complete overdraft of dragon power, qi and blood, and spirit at the same time, so that he was like dead for days and nights, but what he was worried about recently was not these, but after that, he vaguely felt that he seemed to have very little something, but he didn't know what was missing, but his intuition and instinct told him that that thing was very important.

So his attitude towards the dragon stick in his hand is a little complicated now, no matter what the appearance and power are, he likes his dragon stick very much, but at the same time, he is a little jealous......

So he felt that it was better not to use it as a last resort.

After more than four hours, Tang Ze's injury was finally almost recovered, but there was an extra hideous scar on his neck that could not be recovered.

In the dim corridor of the gladiatorial arena, Tang Ze played with a space bag as he walked, "More than five hundred spirit stones~ Brother Yao, we must have a good meal today, I have eaten dried meat every day for the past few months of retreat, and I vomited."