"Bang!"

Zhaoming was thrown into a huge dimly lit iron cage, and the iron cage had a mysterious light flickering, and the formation pattern appeared. This is not an ordinary iron cage, but a magic weapon that is specially refined and used to lock people up.

The injuries on his body have stopped deteriorating and are recovering, but he has not yet awakened, lying on the ground motionless, like a dead body.

As the last survivor of that battle, there was no glory and shouts of the victors, let alone rich rewards, he was only given the right to live temporarily, and no one cared if he would die of his injuries.

I don't know how long it took, but in a slight moan, Zhaoming finally slowly woke up.

After cultivating the Dafa of Oven Body Refining, as long as Zifu is not injured, he will not be cut off by someone, and the other injuries in the body are basically irrelevant. It's just that the situation in his body is still as chaotic as before, and there is no sign of recovery.

The true qi was violent, and the meridians were distorted, as if someone was grasping their meridians and constantly writhing, and the pain was unbearable. Coupled with the power of the transformation of the true qi into the true fire of Samadhi, the pain of the burning body was still there, and they interacted with each other, making him unable to move at all, and he could only bear it bitterly.

The severe pain made Zhaoming feel like his life was hanging on a silk thread, as long as his will relaxed a little, the silk thread would break, and the soul would let go of his body and fly into the eternal void because he couldn't bear it.

I don't know how long it was, but I heard a heavy inhalation, and Zhaoming began to gasp slightly, and he finally overcame the pain again and relieved himself.

His body remained immobile, but it didn't prevent him from looking around him.

It was a cell built underground, and the same iron cages were everywhere, and each one contained a large number of monks. Heavenly Immortals, Xuan Immortals, Golden Immortals, and Da Luo Golden Immortals can all be seen in the cage. Even Taiyi Golden Immortals have a lot.

Zhaoming wanted to ask, but couldn't speak, he only vaguely remembered that he had seen a large number of immortals, demons, demon beasts, and countless witch clans watching before he lost consciousness.

Where is that? Is it a hallucination or is it something that actually happened? How did you get here? Where is this place...... One question after another arose in his mind, and he was a little out of breath.

He didn't know the answer, but he knew one thing. Now I must be in a rather dangerous place again.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through my heart, and I slowly recovered.

After a long time, the condition in my body finally improved, and my limbs slowly recovered. Struggling, leaning against the cage, finally slowly climbed up.

"Yikes!"

Grabbing the iron pillar of the cage with both hands, he desperately urged the momentum to destroy the place, but found that it was useless. Mo said that it was bent, and the iron pillar did not even show signs of trembling.

Slumped on the ground. Taking a big breath, he took out a few pills and threw them into his mouth, and when the injuries in his body recovered, he began to try again.

Mobilize the true qi in the body, scorch it with the samadhi true fire, and then wave his fist, and blast out with a sun fist.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, and the iron pillar trembled slightly. Soon it will be back to normal again. Touching it with your hands, you find that the true fire of samadhi is useless. It's been roasted for a long time, but it's still cold here.

His own attack was useless, and this situation made Zhaoming's heart sink, and an indescribable sense of panic began to appear in his heart.

The qiē in front of him reminded him of the life of the demon clan, and the days when he was locked up on Witch Island, so dark. There is no hope in sight.

No, I should never go back to that life again.

A voice in his heart was shouting, and Zhaoming suddenly stood up and attacked the iron cage as if he was crazy. He's going out, and he still has so much to do. How can you be locked up here.

The body is like a mysterious weapon, the iron fist bombards, and the sound of "bang" is endless, echoing in this huge underground prison.

Many of the monks in the prison looked at it, with a hint of indifference in their eyes, even empty.

The look like dead ashes made Zhaoming's heart chill. From the Taiyi Golden Immortal to the Heavenly Immortal, they are all like walking corpses, without half of the divine light, as if they are so numb that they don't care about anything.

There were a small number of eyes that were not dead, but they carried a kind of mockery, as if they were laughing at Zhaoming's actions at the moment, laughing at his futile actions.

Where is this? What the hell is this place?

Zhaoming's heart trembled, and he only knew that he was desperately waving his fist to smash the iron cage to get out.

"Don't waste your efforts!"

After a long time, an old voice came from behind. Suddenly, Zhaoming was so frightened that he immediately turned around, leaning his back against the iron pillar, his breath trembling, and his face was guarded.

The direction from which the voice came from, and he couldn't see anything, which made him feel even more flustered. I don't know if it's because the injury hasn't healed, or because of the shock in my heart, my limbs actually feel soft.

"This is the magic weapon refined by the great witch of the Wu clan, the method of the top Yasheng, even if the Yasheng is imprisoned, it is difficult to get out, not to mention that you are only in the Xuan Immortal Realm. ”

The means of the top sub-sage, Zhaoming's heart was even more cold, he had just entered the Xuan Immortal realm, how could he get rid of it.

After the sound stopped, it didn't sound again, and Zhaoming waited for a moment, condensing a flame and throwing it in that direction.

In the firelight, I finally saw the situation inside. The cage was made of iron pillars on three sides, and one of them was a stone wall. There are formations flowing on the stone walls, like steel, and it is obvious that they have also been specially refined, and the hardness is better than that of the iron pillars.

In front of the stone wall, a figure sat cross-legged. His face was old, and his hair was as dirty and messy as weed. There was a lot of green fluffy stuff growing on his body, not hair, but something moss-like. At first glance, it seems to be integrated with the stone wall behind it, and it is no wonder that Zhaoming can't notice it.

Rotten, this person made Zhaoming feel like this, indescribable.

"Who are you?" asked Zhao Ming softly.

The old man said lightly: "It doesn't matter who I am!"

He shook his head lightly: "When you get here, it doesn't make sense to be anyone." ”

Between shaking his head, there was mud moss shaking off his head, and Zhao Ming suddenly saw two huge scars on the top of the other party's head. There must be some force in the scar, and it can't be recovered. At a glance, there was an erosion, bleeding black-green pus and blood, and from a distance, it seemed that you could smell the stench coming to your face.

This old man's strength is extraordinary, although he can't feel the majestic aura, but Zhaoming's intuition tells him that this is a strong man who will never be worse than General Dragon.

It's a pity that I don't know what happened to me, but I became like this.

Zhaoming gasped for a few moments, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked, "Where is this?"

The old man sighed softly and said.

"This is the Colosseum, like the Demon Garden, a place full of despair. (To be continued......)