The first thousand six hundred and twenty chapters Great Mora curse
"Kill them, kill them, kill..."
In the Colosseum, the shouts were loud, one wave higher than the other, as if the roof was about to be lifted off, and the sound wave was even more shocking, causing the formation to ripple with light waves, rising and falling one after another.
It's the last day, and the beast-fighting event has reached its climax. Not only are the top battle slaves from various tribes competing for it, but there is also a group beast-fighting melee.
At this time, a melee final was taking place in the largest fighting venue.
The spectators' eyes were red and they were shouting wildly, looking forward to the scene of blood splattering and the war slaves howling in despair.
In the field, there were about thirteen war slaves on one side, and only seven on the other side. Although they were all injured, the number of slaves was superior, and the momentum was also overwhelming.
Seeing the party with more people surrounding them, seeing the devastation and broken limbs, the smell of blood seemed to pass through the light curtain and spread throughout the Colosseum.
Tragic is no longer enough to describe the extent of this beast fight.
Not only this one, but also other venues in the Colosseum, and even the past, were all like this.
Even if he is alive, he still has to stay in the Colosseum and compete in the next beast fight until he is unable to kill the enemy and is killed again.
But all the spectators were dumbfounded and dumbfounded. Unbelievably, the dominant side did not brutally kill its opponent as everyone expected.
Puff!
The sharp blade penetrated the flesh, blood spattered, and six of them suddenly took action, attacking their companions. The blood mist instantly exploded, filling half of the Colosseum.
"Hey, could it be a special program?"
"Who created this just for fun?"
"Hey, it's interesting, but I like it!"
There are many people who don't know what's going on, and there are even a few who like to make up their own minds. Except for the senior officials who really understand the layout of the city, they will think that it is related to this strange scene.
Even the owners of these war slaves cannot understand why the war slaves who have been given slave marks and control talismans would disobey orders and do such unreasonable things.
The other war slaves were also frightened and fled away one after another, but it was difficult to escape. These war slaves suddenly burst out with extremely strong power, and the war slaves who had obviously hidden a lot of strength before attacked and killed them.
In the blink of an eye, more than half of the elite war slaves who had been fighting for the rest of their lives were killed or injured. Among those war slaves who violently committed murder, two of them were seriously injured in the opponent's desperate counterattack.
"For God's sake!"
The six war slaves did not continue the pursuit, but instead stabbed their own chests with their weapons, letting the blood spurt out and spread all over the Colosseum.
"Stop them!"
A senior officer of the Colosseum looked livid and screamed angrily.
It is a pity that the owners of those war slaves have not come to their senses and have not yet figured out what happened.
Even if someone senses something is wrong, they are shocked to find that their slave seal or control talisman has failed.
In other words, although it worked, the other party endured great pain and endured it!
What enables these war slaves to withstand the horrific torture of cramping and peeling off the skin, breaking the bones and sucking the marrow, and extracting the soul to refine the soul?
Soon, they knew it!
"Use my flesh and blood to cast firewood, burn my soul, call my ancestors, and the heroic spirits go to fight..."
The ancient and simple war song, full of iron-blooded evil spirit, was sung by these six demon war slaves from different tribes. Combined with the blood stains of corpses on the ground, it actually gave off an unusually desolate and glorious aura!
But when everyone heard it, it was nothing less than thunder, and there was even a chill that instantly filled the whole body.
That is, summoning the ancestors' heroic spirits. Many tribes will only disturb the sacrifice songs and prayers of the ancestors' heroic spirits when they are facing life and death!
How could they, how could they, how dare they?
You must know that only the priests of various tribes can master these skills, and they are passed down by word of mouth and heart to heart. Even the clan leader cannot know about it and cannot violate the rules.
Anyone who dares to do this will be recognized as an omnipotent person in Demon Star Tianyuan.
The warlike demons will never easily disturb the ancestors.
Furthermore, most of these war slave tribes have been exterminated, and the altars for worshiping the ancestors' heroic spirits have been destroyed. How can it be possible to awaken the ancestors' heroic spirits?
What’s even more incredible is who gave them the courage and who taught them?
But now, not only did they do it, but they almost abandoned everything, using their lives and flesh to perform blood sacrifices. They were obviously extremely confident and made the final desperate move.
As the blood evil energy gathered in the Colosseum and gradually turned into clouds, the audience who originally watched the joke were dumbfounded, and more people panicked.
This was definitely not a sacrifice that could be accomplished by one person alone, but for some unknown reason, it was all successful!
"roar……"
The blood demons above the heads of the six war slaves gathered together and turned into phantoms that exuded an unusually ferocious aura, emitting waves of terrifying roars that were inhuman and as thunderous.
Bang!
Finally, someone broke into the Colosseum and slapped one of the phantoms with his palm, but all the power penetrated it without hurting the opponent at all.
This scene made everyone feel shocked.
Everyone can see that the other party paid the price with his life and made such a big noise. It is definitely not in vain. He clearly has special power.
Ho ho ho!
Soon, as a loud and terrifying roar came, everyone knew that something big had happened!
Not only in this Colosseum, but in all the other Colosseums, there were slaves who committed blood sacrifices and summoned the spirits of their ancestors, and all of them were successful.
The most horrifying thing is that as these blood evil shadows that are suspected to be ancestors' heroic spirits take shape, everyone feels a strong resentment that is almost indestructible and makes people feel chilled all over!
May I ask, where in Luyuan City is the most resentful place?
It's not the prisons of major merchants or the places where demon slaves are imprisoned, but the mass graves outside the city, the dungeon of the city lord's mansion, and the Colosseum!
Among them, the Colosseum is the best!
Over the years, countless demon slaves and war slaves have fought and died here miserably. No matter they are dead or alive, they have left behind a strong sense of resentment. Usually, it is nothing, because these energies are difficult to detect, and at most they feel cold.
But they do exist, and only special abilities can harness resentment.
Now, it is this method of these ancestral heroic spirits that has connected the resentment here. Almost in just a short cup of tea, the entire Colosseum was surrounded by resentment.
Just imagine how angry and resentful these ancestral heroes who once fought for Demon Star Tianyuan and made great contributions would be when they realize that their descendants have been enslaved, or even destroyed their tribes, and their inheritance has been cut off?
Even if there is only a tiny bit, a trace, the remaining instinct, it will still erupt like a volcano and be difficult to contain.
"Your Highness, this is not an ordinary summoning of heroic spirits for sacrifice. I am afraid that someone has quietly rebuilt the altar on the ruins of these tribes and used secret methods to forcibly gather the will of the heroic spirits!"
With a solemn look on her face, Mammy couldn't help but forcefully protected Princess Ziyuan and fled outside the Colosseum.
Although doing so seemed to be out of bounds, the safety of the princess was the top priority in everything, and she could no longer care about anything else.
In particular, the rolling resentment took shape, which actually made her feel frightened. How could she dare to let Princess Ziyuan personally take risks?
But what makes her look ugly is that as a powerful pseudo-sage, her demon soul is not as strong as the human race, but as a mixed-blood being in the Ziyue royal family, her talent is also extremely strong.
But even so, with the strength of her demon soul, she was disturbed by the billowing resentment in such a short period of time.
The distance that could have been covered in a few flashes was now like a headless fly, losing its sense of direction and unable to find its way out at all!
"Go up there!"
Princess Ziyuan did not panic, but was extremely calm and gave orders.
She has a treasure to protect her body, her own talents are extraordinary, and her strength is the best at her level, so naturally she will not be easily scared.
After receiving the order, Grandma immediately took Princess Ziyuan and fled upwards, but she didn't care. At some point, nearly half of the guards failed to follow her.
But even when I went to the top, my eyes were still full of resentment, and I couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north, south, up, down, left, and right.
It's just that grandma relies on her strong cultivation and instinctive perception to determine the general direction.
"Moon Mirror!"
Princess Ziyuan looked down arrogantly, stretched out her jade hands to pinch, countless runes gathered together, and turned into a bright moon in the blink of an eye, encompassing the entire Colosseum.
"Your Highness, you can go out from here!"
Nanny's eyes lit up and she felt excited. She saw the way out at a glance and was about to fly away with Princess Ziyuan.
"Can't get out!"
Princess Ziyuan shook her head slightly, her pretty face turned cold, and there was a rare hint of uneasiness and fear in her beautiful eyes as she said, "That's a dead end!"
"How come?"
Mammy was stunned. With her experience and strength, as long as she looked in the right direction, although these resentful spirits were strong, they would never be able to stop her.
Even if she risks her life, she will send Princess Ziyuan out safely.
"Take a closer look, what is this?"
Princess Ziyuan smiled bitterly, and pointed her jade finger at the resentful air surging on the curve of the moon.
"Um?"
Mammy didn't know why, but she knew that Princess Ziyuan would not be innocent at this time. She immediately looked carefully, her pupils suddenly shrank, and she said in a voiceless voice, "Mandala!"
Yes, as he said, among the endless resentment in the Colosseum, the rising shadows of the ancestors actually formed the image of a mandala flower.
The most eerie, terrifying and chilling thing is that the Datura flower is slowly blooming.
It is not difficult to imagine that when the flowers bloom, it is the moment when the resentful energy here bursts out with great power.
Just imagine, who can stop the resentment that has accumulated here for countless years?
"This is the Grudge of the Great Moro, which has been lost for many years. It is also the secret technique of our Ziyue royal family, which established the world and stood on the top of the Demon Star Tianyuan in the first era, and was once destroyed by the clan!"
Princess Ziyuan's pretty face turned pale, her eyes full of confusion and fear as she said, "Who is so vicious that he would sacrifice a whole city's life for blood sacrifice? Aren't you afraid of the curse backlash?"
Because I understand, I am even more afraid!
The terrifying thing about the Great Moro Grudge is not only to condense the resentment in one place, but also to use it to destroy the creatures within the scope of the curse, and then fill it with the power of the curse, bursting out with stronger power!
"This is to disrupt the foundation of my demon clan and destroy the luck of my demon star Tianyuan!"
Princess Ziyuan's face is bleak, she can escape, but what can she do?