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Three hundred beastchildren, whose ages could not be determined, stood in a circle under the divine sword.

The tiger slaying beast tore off the beast skin around his waist and lifted it high up. A black sword was impressively drawn on the smooth side of the beast skin. A large word was written on the side of the sword: Spirit.

The sword's name was Black Blaze. Spirit was the undefeatable God of War.

Hot blood, anger, sorrow, and shouting. It was all for the fighting spirit in his heart. The beast children shouted in unison, "General Ling is with us!"

A resounding oath echoed throughout the colosseum. The battle flag was raised, signaling the indestructible battle spirit.

"Release a group of beasts and seal the door." A cold and firm voice was heard, and the scene immediately quietened down.

Beasts rushed out from all directions, their low growls sending shivers down one's spine. The audience erupted into cheers like never before, and there was even the sound of a horn being sounded.

Kill …

The beast baby under the godly sword roared as it rushed towards the besieging beasts, all kinds of man-eating beasts.

Their weapons were their own hands, followed by the limbs of the beasts.

Three hundred beast children, three thousand ferocious beasts, were fighting in a one hundred meter radius cage.

Tens of thousands of spectators all felt the same way. Let's make the biting and biting more intense, wild beasts.

A divine sword that seemed to fill the endless sky howled with the light of life, a blood-red light.

The battle continued for ten days and ten nights. The bottom of the Colosseum was filled with the corpses of wild beasts. The beast battle arena was filled with an aura of blood.

There were beast children dripping blood all over the place where their eyes were filled with corpses.

After the war ended, there were still thirteen beast children who had not fallen. They stood imposingly under the divine sword, looking up at the skies.

"Five silver coins."

"Ten silver coins."

… ….

A black arm was raised high into the air, and the beast skin banner once again appeared in front of his eyes.

"Brothers, are we worth 10 coins?"

"It's not worth it!"

"Do we want to live?"

"Yes."

"What are you doing alive?" "Kill everyone here!"

The Beast Battling Arena became deathly silent. In an instant, a monstrous laughter and insults exploded.

You can't even beat wild beasts, and you still want to kill people? The audience's enthusiasm turned to anger.

The beast's anger turned to enthusiasm.

Bang! A beast child jumped onto the body of the beast child who was standing upright under the godly sword.

Bang! Someone else jumped onto that person.

Thump, thump, thump. In a moment they were a ladder to the sword.

You want to take the sword? It was another good show! The furious audience suddenly had a new expectation.

The twelve-man ladder could already reach the sword, but they were waiting for the man with the flag to climb.

"The flag of the Ancient Kingdom will always be at the highest point. "Go on, Ling Jun, hold the godly sword and destroy the mountains and rivers!"

"Grasping the divine sword, he stepped onto the mountains and rivers. The Beast Battling Arena crumbled, and the new kingdom was destroyed. "

"How laughable, how laughable." Whoosh! A throwing knife accompanied with a cold sound pierced through the air.

People could no longer remember how much spiritual wisdom this was. Although the Yang family was a slave, they never gave in. Every descendant of the family would have a person called Ling Jun.

Puchi! Yang Ling's right hand, which was holding the flag up high, was pierced. He had climbed the first flight of steps.

Pfft, pfft, another one in his left hand. He went up another level.

Puff, puff … Every step he took, he would have more throwing knives.

When he reached the eleventh person, he raised his right hand, wanting to hand the banner to the one at the top.

The twelfth knife held their hands together. At the same time, the eleventh person stopped Yang Lingjun and shouted: "Let's go together!"

With two muffled thuds, the ladder was lowered by half a person's height. This was because the legs of the person at the bottom had been cut off.

The twelfth person suddenly pulled out his throwing knife, and Yang Ling rushed towards the top of his head.

Plop, plop, plop … Fresh blood splattered, blurring everyone's line of sight. The top of the Mortal Staircase below the godly sword let out a ghost-like howl. "Die."

Yang Lingjun raised the battle flag with his right hand and extended it towards the godly sword in front of him.

The only white color appeared on his head. What glittered was the throwing knives he had stuck into his body.

He laughed and extended his hand. Black hands, black eyes, and a black body wrapped in lightning, with the escalator beneath him.

Kacha. A bolt of lightning focused on Yang Lingjun. Chi … Black smoke billowed, kacha! Another one. Kacha, kacha.

Everyone's hearts nearly jumped out of their chests. Yang Ling, who was repeatedly struck by the lightning, did not fall down, and the escalator under his feet stood firmly as if it was rooted.

The lightning strikes lasted for a quarter of an hour. Boom! Yang Ling was surrounded by an invisible wave of air that rushed in all directions.

Boom! Boom! Boom! As the escalator collapsed, Yang Ling fell to the ground with a loud thud. The battle flag fluttered in the wind, unwilling to fall.

The godly sword hung high in the air, corpses littered the ground.

In the end, he was still unable to touch the godly sword in front of him. The explosion of the Heavenly Thunder Five Elements Formation did not destroy the colosseum as he had hoped.

Inexhaustible sighs could be heard, and everyone stood up to leave.

Struggling was ultimately useless. The ancient country had long been destroyed, and the divine sword was just a piece of scrap metal hanging high in the sky.

The beast children were all dead and the battle beast was over. Even if they were all spiritual, they wouldn't be able to change anything. Because the spirit had long since perished.

Before they could leave their seats, the upper half of the colosseum suddenly collapsed. Many people strangely broke into two pieces.

Boom … Dust filled the air and the sound of weeping shook the heavens.

After the riot, the Colosseum had been reduced to a pile of rubble. A few Saints stared at the sword in midair.

The sword was still the sword, and the Five Elements Heavenly Thunder Formation was not destroyed. But the sword Qi had cut through the beast battle arena. This scene was exactly the same as the altar battlefield. None of them survived.

The godly sword was a godly sword after all. The Saints could not find a reason to leave their swords behind.

Withdrawing his sword, he ordered everyone to clear the area. The bodies of the spectators were to be brought back to the family. The body of the beast was buried on the spot.

Three days later, the new dynasty declared the blockade of the Colosseum as a restricted area.

"Darkness, endless darkness." When I wake up again, I will definitely regroup and set out to destroy the mountains and rivers. "

The spirits that have been asleep for a thousand years croon in the darkness. That's right! He woke up!

The fluttering of the war flag and his familiar fighting spirit once again awakened within him — — A war god of this generation!

Breaking through the Seal of Eternity took him a thousand years of accumulated strength. He no longer had the strength to break through the rock that was pressing down on him.

Who was still alive? He looked at the thirteen people entwined together. He found that only the person he was living with still had a pulse.

"Child, wake up, wake up." He did not know who the owner of this body was, nor did he know what era it was. However, he was very familiar with this unyielding fighting spirit.

"General Ling, general Ling." Yang Ling called out weakly.

"Yang Lingjun!" Ling Du immediately used her own primordial spirit to nurture Yang Lingjun's uncultivated primordial spirit that was about to shatter. "It's me, you won't die."

"Five thousand years, we've finally awakened you. Lead us into war. " Yang Ling's primordial spirit became weaker and weaker.

"As long as I come out, they will all die," said Ling Jie fiercely.

"Lead us into war against the world." Yang Ling repeats the same slogan.

Yang Ling was about to die. Ling Jun whispered, "We will fight against the world together." His primordial spirit was fused into Yang Ling's primordial spirit.

It was only after fusing with the Yang Spirit Primordius that they knew what life was like for their subordinates.

Unable to release his anger, he unleashed the immortal power of his primordial spirit to open up Yang Ling's primordial spirit, to open up his meridians, and to repair his body. He had helped him complete the most important step in his cultivation: Purification.

Bang! Bang! Bang! A black hand stretched out from the ground. His five fingers were slender and powerful, and his fingernails were as sharp as knives.

Boom! The earth split open and a black shadow that could support both heaven and earth jumped out. It was a dark night, a dark person. Only Moonlight knew that he was not dark.

Familiar place, strange world. Thinking back to the past, Ling Wuxie was filled with rage.

Yet another barrier. He sneered, "Not even worth a single blow." He sat down cross-legged. He concentrated on absorbing the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth.

After exhausting one's primordial spirit, one's spirit would be left with nothing but memories and the creation of a new body suitable for training the sword.

That was enough.

At dawn, a white light exploded from the depths of the forbidden area, breaking through the sealing barrier.

The war god of the first generation, carrying a legacy of eternal hatred, broke out of the cage with a heart full of hot blood. He wanted to take back everything that belonged to him, including that divine sword that could destroy everything.

The horn sounded in his heart. Hot blood began to spread to the heavens and earth. The war god finally began his journey again, chasing after the world that belonged to him.

A world where the sword no longer dripped blood and the dream no longer drifted.