The Colosseum of Valenba is built in a circle, like a huge bird's nest.
There are many entrances to the arena, and at regular intervals there is an entrance that is tens of meters wide. At each entrance, there are two mid-heaven half saints leading a team of peak saints wearing armor to maintain order.
Jun Wuxie and Ji Beilan followed the crowd and lined up to enter.
When we were about to reach the entrance, we heard the roar of a ferocious beast from behind.
Immediately afterwards, a long whip, flashing with bright runes, and filled with blood evil aura, was violently whipped.
The whip was very long, and with a snap, it exploded the void, sending hundreds of people in line flying out, leaving their skin and flesh torn.
"Go away! Didn't you see Lord Teilu's car?"
In the car pulled by two ferocious beasts, there was a bearded man with a ferocious face, wearing a simple armor that exposed his thighs and arms, a white cloak, short golden curly hair, cold eyes, and a flashing whip in his hand. Shining light.
"Will." The car door opened, and a middle-aged man poked his head out, glanced at the wailing people on the ground, took out a bag of spirit coins and threw them on the ground, saying: "These spirit coins are the money for the medicine I gave you. , be smarter from now on.”
Jun Wuxie was startled. This guy was a bit interesting. His subordinates beat so many people to their flesh and blood, and just threw dozens of spirit coins out, saying they were for the medicine.
This is not giving money, but humiliating and treating these people as nothing.
In fact, the people who can afford to buy tickets and come in to watch the gladiatorial fight are not low-class civilians. They are all people with good living conditions in this imperial capital and can earn spiritual coins.
But everyone was trembling with fear, and even had an expression as if they were being pardoned, and they didn't dare to show any anger at all.
It seems that Teilu has a very high status in the imperial capital and is very arrogant and powerful.
Fortunately, the whip just now did not hit Jun Wuxie and Ji Beilan.
They ignored it and continued forward, swiping their tickets and entering the entrance.
At this time, the ferocious beast behind roared, pulled the car and rushed in, regardless of whether there were people in front, it was very arrogant.
The people in the entrance passage heard it and hurriedly speeded up, passed through the entrance, and entered the arena to avoid it.
"Arrogant!"
Ji Beilan hated the nobles here deeply. Over the past few days, it was precisely because of the demands of these high-status nobles that he had been forced to fight with ferocious beasts all day long.
Originally, there were a number of gladiatorial fights, and each gladiator could fight at most twice a day. However, at the request of those nobles, he almost had to fight more than ten times a day.
He fought fiercely for his life in the arena, and the dignitaries screamed excitedly, basing their happiness on his blood. He had long wanted to tear these people alive!
Jun Wuxie knew that Ji Beilan had hatred for these powerful people, but this was not the time for reckoning.
He took his wrist and dragged him back to the edge of the passage against the wall, making enough space.
"Huh?" The bearded man driving the car stopped the car, looked down at Jun Wuxie and Ji Beilan, and said coldly: "Why don't you follow those people and rush out of the entrance passage, how dare you stay in the passage of Lord Earl Teiro on the road!”
"The passage is tens of meters wide. We stand at the edge, which is enough for you to pass."
Jun Wuxie looked at the guy named Will calmly.
"Boy!" Will's whip-wielding finger pointed at Jun Wuxie and Ji Beilan and said, "How dare you talk back?"
At this time, Count Teiro's gentle voice came from the car: "Will, don't waste time, beat him half to death, give him a few spiritual coins to pay for his wound medicine."
Snapped!
When the earl's voice fell, the big man named Will flicked his wrist, and the whip with blazing runes swung like a spiritual snake. It quickly stretched out, blasted the void, and struck Jun Wuxie and Ji Beilan hard.
Ji Beilan wanted to take action, but was tightly controlled by Jun Wuxie's hand.
The long whip with flashing runes whipped out and was about to fall on them.
At this time, Jun Wuxie's other hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed the whip in his hand.
A cold light flashed in Will's eyes, and he pulled hard, but did not pull. The runes on the whip were blazing and flashing, and the true energy flowed into Jun Wuxie's palm through the whip, trying to shake his hand away.
However, that hand grasped the whip like an iron pincer, and Will could not move even though he tried his best.
His eyes were slightly narrowed, and his body was filled with cold evil aura as he stared at Jun Wuxie.
Jun Wuxie's eyes were dull and deep as she looked at him, then released her palms and said, "You can go in."
"Hahaha!" Will laughed angrily when he heard this, and flicked his wrist again. Suddenly the long whip whipped out, roaring like a python, and the whip started to dance, and the true energy on it really condensed into a big python.
Jun Wuxie's eyes were slightly cold, and he reached out his hand. There was no golden blood in it, it just looked like a very ordinary palm. He destroyed the zhenqi python, grabbed the whip and pulled it.
Will felt an irresistible force coming on him, causing him to lose his center of gravity in an instant. He fell down and fell in front of Jun Wuxie.
boom!
Before Will could react, he was kicked and slid out on the ground, letting out a cry of pain.
Jun Wuxie reached out and sucked in the air, and Will's body quickly flew towards him.
When he was flying halfway, he struck with his palm in the air.
Will's body arched back violently, his chest collapsed, and a mouthful of thick blood spurted out. The armor on his body cracked into pieces, and his body slammed into the door of Count Teiro's car, causing the whole car to tremble violently.
"Be bold!"
A deep shout came from the car, and a powerful breath swept out.
Count Teiro opened the car door and stood in front of it. He was slender and his eyes were as sharp as knives. He wore a beige curly hat on his head. His true energy flowed from his body. The aura of the peak of the Great Heavenly Throne spread towards Jun Wuxie. Go away under pressure.
At this moment, a thumping sound came from the arena, like a bell being struck.
Teilu narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the arena, and then shouted to those at the entrance: "The arena is over, don't let them leave. I'll take care of them after I've finished enjoying the wonderful arena scene!"
"Don't worry, Count."
The leading guards said with a smile.
"Father, one of the slaves next to my daughter was beaten to death yesterday. We are short of someone. I think he is good." A young girl walked out of the car, wearing a palace dress, with delicate features and beautiful blue eyes, but her expression Very indifferently, he pointed at Jun Wuxie who was wearing a mask, "Keep this man as a slave for your daughter, don't torture him to death. As for that, my daughter thought it would be good to peel off his human skin and make some gadgets." "
"Okay, just listen to my good daughter."
Count Teiro and the girl returned to the car.
Will struggled to get up, looked at Jun Wuxie and Ji Beilan with a cold look, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and rushed in with his car.
"these people!"
Ji Beilan gritted his teeth.
"This is the best ending at the moment. If I don't restrain myself, I won't be able to live in peace at this moment. I'm afraid it will be impossible to find your sister in the arena again. Besides, there are some things I haven't arranged yet. This is the arena and it's not appropriate to be here. conflict."
Jun Wuxie transmitted the message into the secret, and then walked towards the arena.
Ji Beilan took a deep breath. He understood the truth, but he had been squeezing too many violent emotions in his heart these days.
"Those two people should have come from other cities. They don't know the heights of the world, but they dare to provoke the earl. You all have to watch out for me. When the fight is over, don't let them leave among the crowd, otherwise it will be difficult to explain to the earl. "
The leading guard ordered his men.
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There is a space array at the end of each entrance to the arena, which is specially used to park cars.
Jun Wuxie and Ji Beilan followed the crowd all the way to the last row area.
There is already a sea of people here, and most of the seats are basically filled with people. At a glance, there must be at least tens of millions of people.
There is a huge arena in the center. It is located in the lowest area of the arena. It is circular in shape. There are blood stains everywhere. The soil is dyed dark red and is filled with the smell of blood.
"You go over there, remember what I told you, and pay attention to the details."
Jun Wuxie said to Ji Beilan secretly, and then he walked in the opposite direction, his powerful spiritual thoughts spreading out, and his eyes searching.
At this time, his mind moved, and there was feedback from Yuanshi's incarnation.
Under the arena, in the dark prison, two old men and a young man appeared.
The young man was wearing a pure white robe. He was very majestic and handsome. His facial features were three-dimensional, his face was as sharp as a knife, and his eyes were quite sharp, like two sharp blades.
"Well, Ji Beilan, the son of destiny, it's a pity, it's a pity, you said you are the son of destiny, how did you end up in this situation?" The young man stood in front of the iron prison with his hands behind his back, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, "Destiny has nine sons, but there is only one. But to be a real son, unfortunately, you are just one of the fake ones.”
The incarnation of Yuanshi slowly raised his head, with his messy hair covering most of his face. He looked coldly at the young man outside the prison and said, "Are you also the son of destiny? So, do you think you are the true son?"
"Destined nine sons, no one is born a true son." The young man smiled coldly, "My journey to become a true son is already halfway, and you are destined to only be my wedding dress. You fell into such a situation, it is humiliating You don’t deserve to have the destiny bloodline. When I take away your bloodline, it will show its due brilliance.”
"Then why don't you try it now?"
The young man was startled when he heard the words, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahaha! How dare you challenge me when you are in the early stage of your Heavenly Throne? You are the kind of person who dare not resist even after being nailed to the ground by my elder brother? I feel ashamed to kill you with my own hands. Your life is still useful now, but when you are no longer of use, the people around me will strip away your blood and destiny."
"You seem very confident."
"Really?" the young man said with a smile: "Shouldn't I be confident? Nothing that I, Cang Ming, like has ever escaped my grasp. It can be a stepping stone for me to embark on the road to becoming a real child. You should feel that pleasure."
At this time, dong dong dong, there was another bell-like sound outside.
A strong man from Xi Luo said: "Young Master Cang Ming, the time has come. It's time for Ji Beilan to appear."
Hearing this, Cang Ming turned slightly and took two steps away.
The strong man removed the prohibition rune and opened the prison door.
The incarnation of Yuanshi walked out of it, and when passing by Cang Ming, he said lightly: "Your brother is much stronger than you. You are not on the same level, there is no comparison."
Watching his leaving figure, the muscles on Cang Ming's face gradually became distorted, and his face looked a little ferocious. His hands behind his back were clenched, and his knuckles turned white!
"Little Lord."
An old man beside him shouted.
Cang Ming took a deep breath, her face gradually returned to normal, and her clenched palms loosened, but her eyes were extremely cold.
The old man said: "Young Master, why should you care about the loser's words? He is deliberately irritating you. Although the Young Master is strong, Young Master, you are not weaker than him. The fate of heaven is stronger than that of the Young Master. Devour this Ji Beilan With your Destiny bloodline and destiny, your realm will be able to break through to the great heavenly position. By then, I am afraid that the young master will no longer be your opponent, and the battle for the Destiny True Son will also come to an end."
"Uncle Fu, which one has more people in Tao earth who support me or those who support my elder brother?"
"This..." The old man pondered for a moment and said: "At present, it seems that there are more people supporting the young master. That is because his realm is higher than yours. If the young master becomes stronger than the young master, in the Taoist world, There will definitely be more people supporting you.”
"Yeah?"
A cold and vicious light kept flashing in Cang Ming's eyes.
However, his back was turned to the old man, so the old man did not see it.
"Young Master, you don't actually need to care about this. You and the Young Master are brothers, and you will definitely go to the upper universe in the future. You don't care about the position of the Lord of Dao and Earth. It doesn't matter who has more or less support. , all you care about is the title of Destiny's True Son."
"Uncle Fu is right!" Cang Ming sneered and said: "With the blood of destiny, we don't have a choice, how can we be willing to be the foil of others? Just to become the true son of destiny, the price is a bit high, but no matter how high the price is, , I’m willing to do both!”
"The young master only needs to devour one or two more sons of destiny. By then, he should have a strength stronger than the elder master. But in a duel in the Taoist soil, if the young master wins, he will be a true son of destiny. . This road has come so far, and the young master does not need to pay any more price."
"Isn't it necessary? Is it worthy of the name?"
Cang Ming's eyes contained ruthlessness and viciousness.
He didn't agree with what the old man said. Would defeating his elder brother be worthy of his name?
How can the battle for the Destiny True Son be settled by just a sparring match?
If you win the competition, will you live up to your name?
In his opinion, that is not worthy of the name!
The old man didn't speak anymore, but secretly he felt a little frightened.
He has lived for such a long time, so he is definitely not a simple person. Judging from the edge hidden in the young master's words, could it be that he wants to...
This thought came to his mind, causing a cold sweat to break out on his spine.
What to do?
His heart kept sinking.
Although he supports the young master, is it really necessary to watch him cross the line in some matters?
