hesitated in his heart, but his hand was still not slow, and his opponent was knocked away in batches. After a long battle, the opponent has increased to more than two hundred demon clans. Zhaoming didn't dare to expose his strength too much, so he could only use pear immortal steps with ordinary fists and feet to deal with it, but the battle was quite fierce.

Looking at Zhaoming in the ring, the high priest held his side face with one hand, as if he was thinking about something, and after a while, he asked, "This demon clan seems to be a little special, what is the origin?"

One person can fight two hundred monks of the same realm with ease, this kind of person can naturally be regarded as a genius. Although he came to the Colosseum for a long time, he remembered that there was no such demon clan in the Colosseum.

Meng Huai immediately said respectfully: "Back to the High Priestess, this person flew from somewhere and landed in the Colosseum a year ago. It seems that I have never seen my witch clan strong and unruly. The talent is good, his subordinates tamed him for a year, and now he has changed slightly. ”

After a pause, he continued: "I saw that this man was very enthusiastic, so I used him to test the man, but I didn't get anything. ”

The high priest nodded, "Well, have you ever asked him where he came from and what his name was?"

Meng Huai shook his head: "I haven't asked, but he said his name is Zhaoming!"

As soon as these words came out, only a "bang" was heard, and the back of the stone chair behind the high priest turned into pieces, and the look of astonishment flashed across his face, although it disappeared very quickly, it was clear to Meng Huai.

The Colosseum's ban not only protects the place, prohibiting others from coming and going at will, but also everything in it. Not a single brick or stone inside is indestructible, let alone the most prestigious position in the Colosseum.

And at this time it was the high priest who was sitting on it, who would dare to make a move? At this time, the back of the stone chair was broken, and there was only one possibility, and it was the high priest himself. Not intentionally, but because of the confusion. True Qi is uncontrolled.

Just one name can make the high priest's mind chaotic and unbalanced, this is clear...... What is the origin? Meng Huai suddenly felt that he was afraid that he had underestimated this person.

The shattering of the back of the stone chair, although not earth-shattering, was enough to attract the attention of most of the witches in the Colosseum.

The high priest came to his senses. A wisp of true qi gently brushed the back of the broken stone chair behind him, and he saw that all the fragments on the ground flew up, and they had been completely repaired in a moment.

Although this kind of method does not have the momentum and power of a landslide and tsunami, it is definitely not something that ordinary monks can do.

Meng Huai hurriedly shouted around: "It's nothing, Lord High Priest is adjusting the Colosseum ban." ”

There was no doubt about this explanation, and many of the Witches turned their attention back to the ring.

"High Priestess, what's wrong?" Meng Huai asked.

The high priest waved his hand: "Nothing!"

When I closed my eyes again, I couldn't help but think of the incident of Yaochi.

"Remember, my name is Zhaoming. It's an upright demon clan!"

The face that he was extremely familiar with sank into the Yao Pond with a stubborn face. The slap on his face also seemed to be still there, so he couldn't help but wipe his hand on his face.

The other party did not use the change supernatural power, but really grew into that appearance, and with the difference in strength between the two sides, the high priest was confident that he would not be mistaken.

If it's just a slight resemblance, it's like it's poured out of a mold. Under this heavenly way. The occurrence of such a thing is by no means explained by a coincidence.

Pangu ...... Are you ready to come back?

The high priest held one hand on his face and clenched his fist with the other.

Meng Huai was a little flustered in his heart. He didn't know how the old god had always been there, how the high priest who was light and breezy had become like this today, and he could even feel some uncontrolled true qi flying around his body.

After a long while, he finally mustered up the courage to ask, "High Priestess, what is the problem?"

The High Priest took a deep breath and did not answer. Instead, he asked rhetorically: "Menghuai, one side is a wide road, and when it comes to the end, it can become the king of one side and divide the land of the world." On the other side is the ground full of thorns. The dangerous road, coming to the end, can not only dominate the world, but even surpass the world, on a par with the avenue of heaven and earth, immortal, how will you choose?"

Meng Huai was stunned for a moment, puzzled why the high priest suddenly asked this question, and after thinking for a while, he immediately replied: "Back to the high priest, my Wu clan is the strongest clan in the world, how can I be afraid of difficult challenges. Don't say that the ground is full of thorns, even the sword mountain and the sea of fire are calmly crossed. ”

"And either you don't do it, you can do it as well as the strongest. It is easy for my Wu clan to divide one side. Dominating the world, transcending the world, and being immortal, the results of these two choices are too different, so the subordinates will choose the second one. The first is the choice of those who do nothing, and the second is what Haoxiong should do. ”

The high priest seemed to have something to gain, and nodded: "Yes, the difference is too big! If I only want to be the king of one side, why should I endure it for many years." ”

"High Priestess, but what went wrong with the battle with the Immortals?"

Meng Huai was puzzled, the high priest seemed to be thinking because of Zhaoming, but what he said seemed to be related to the immortal clan.

The high priest shook his head: "The battle with the immortal clan is not a big deal, although the prince of the east is extraordinary, he is not a real Tianjiao after all, he can become a king, but he can't become an emperor." The Golden Queen Mother is a tricky woman, but she has a knot in her heart, and she doesn't dare to do anything too out of line, lest she mess up the way of heaven, so there is no need to worry too much. ”

The prince of the east and the queen mother of Jin, the pride of heaven in the eyes of the world, but in the eyes of the high priest, he only got such an evaluation, Meng Huai was a little stunned, but from the mouth of the high priest, he naturally couldn't say anything.

After thinking for a while, he said: "However, there are still many strong people in the Immortal Clan, and it is not easy for the Sanqing Daoists, the Quasi-Daoist people, and the Daoist to guide the Daoists. ”

The high priest smiled slightly: "The Sanqing Daoist claims to be the authentic Pangu, and he would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix-tailed figure, how can he really help the prince of the east." Not to mention the quasi-Daoist and the Daoist, their apprenticeship is destined that they will not be in the same line as the Eastern Prince. ”

"Although the strength of Zhen Yuanzi of Wuzhuang Guan is good, but that person is idle clouds and wild cranes, I am afraid that the immortal clan will only be able to make a move on the day of the catastrophe, so there is no need to be afraid. ”

"Duanmu Gong and Ruiding Gong are the right-hand men of the Eastern Prince, and there is some trouble at the moment, but my Wu clan also has a willow and a dragon, and they don't lose a single bit. The battle was scorching, but I didn't want to lose too much. ”

"The Twelve Ancestral Witch Statues have already condensed their blood and qi, and it won't be long before they descend on the flood under the guidance of the Pangu God. When the time comes, don't say that an immortal clan, even if the whole world is not an opponent of my witch clan, what is there to fear?"

Hearing what the high priest said, Meng Huai was stunned and stammered, "I ...... I said......"

The battle in the Kunlun Mountains has not taken a turn for the better, and the fierce battle has been fierce so far, and there is no way to advance or retreat. He was also a high priest and was troubled by this, but at this time he found that this was not the case.

The general trend of the world is clearly stated in a few words, which only shows one thing. The High Priest was not at all distracted by the battle there, but remained sober, like a bystander, seeing everything clearly.

With such a leader, what else is there to fear?

Thinking of the legend that has been circulating within the Wu clan, the day of the resurrection of the Twelve Ancestors is the time when the Wu clan dominates the world, Meng Huai can't help but boil his blood.

"Ahh

A scream attracted him, and Zhaoming was the only one left in the ring, and the other defeated demon clans were all executed.

No longer speaking loudly as before, Zhaoming lowered his head, not wanting to look directly at the high priest. But no matter what he did, he always felt a sword-like gaze fall on him.

After looking at Zhaoming for a moment, the high priest seemed to have made a great decision and said, "Meng Huai, this person ...... Don't be in a hurry to kill, give me his heart and let him sink forever. ”

"Compliance...... Yes!"

Meng Huai hurriedly received the order, and his heart was even more shocked. No matter what kind of characters come out of the Colosseum, the high priest never makes comments, just like all the witches think, these are slaves, slaves who are destined not to turn over, no matter what Tianjiao, in the final analysis, they can only die here, and there will be no other end.

There is no other end, so naturally there is no need to make any comments. At this time, the high priest let himself focus on "taking care" of Zhaoming, and he wanted to spoil his mind and sink forever, which is really unimaginable.

I had doubts, but I didn't dare to ask more, it looked like a ring, and I waved my hand again.

Not long after, a witch clan escorted a few demon clans out of the underground prison. Unlike other demon clans, these demon clans shouted loudly and struggled desperately, and it was none other than the three sheep demons in the tribulation period.

As soon as he saw these three sheep demons, Zhaoming's face changed greatly, and he looked at Meng Huai and asked loudly: "You old horseman, what do you want to do?"

Meng Huai smiled coldly: "Those slaves whose minds have sunk even more are probably not demon clans in your eyes. Do you think you can avoid the self-reproach of your soul in this way? Dream! From today onwards, I will arrange a different opponent for you! These three sheep demons are just the beginning. ”

"You think you are very strong, and you are not subdued by the strong, I will let you know that you are actually just like this, no different from those demon clans that have sunk. ”

"Kill them, you can live, if you don't kill them, it's you who die! Zhaoming, make your choice, I'll see how you can still live with blood and righteousness!"

Zhaoming trembled, these three sheep demons did not pose the slightest threat to him, even if it was in other places, it was impossible for him to let himself kill people, let alone here.

Meng Huai smiled faintly again, and pointed at Zhaoming: "You three, kill him, you can be free, otherwise you will die!"

Freedom, the most desired and precious thing of the entire Colosseum captives. But the three sheep demons have no idea, they are too far behind Zhaoming's strength, unless Zhaoming commits suicide, there is no chance.

Killing them is like succumbing to the fear of death, and an insurmountable obstacle will appear in your heart.

But if you don't kill them, death hangs like a sharp sword over your head.

A choice had to be made in a short period of time, and Zhaoming was a little at a loss. (To be continued......)