The third thousand and forty-eight chapters do not escape
Today's arena not only has a group of deformed spectators, but there are also performers.
But in the eyes of the devil, these are far from enough.
He has been suppressed and sealed for a long time, and he has accumulated too much anger in his heart, and he is eager to vent it now.
I saw a head made of smoke, spinning around in the death arena and landing on a duelist.
"You idiot, you die in a different way every time. Are you deliberately trying to experience different ways of dying?
Since your hobby is so special, I must satisfy it and let you re-experience these methods of death tens of thousands of times!"
As soon as the demon's voice fell, a group of red-haired monsters with mutilated bodies rushed over and captured a monk.
But in a blink of an eye, they moved to a newly appeared hot open space in the sea of magma and fire.
Unlike the group of red-haired monsters that kept beheading people, this group of red-haired monsters attacked with the same method as when they were being killed.
Some were pierced through the heart with a sharp weapon, some were cut in half, and some had their stomachs and intestines punctured.
Every death method is reproduced in the duelists. Under the stimulation of dozens of times of pain, it is simply a torture like purgatory.
All the duelists already understood what the devil's plan was, but it was exactly this that made them tremble in fear.
Because they had died countless times in the arena, they were afraid that those cruel injuries would be inflicted on them again.
Especially the punishment with double pain, if you think about it for a moment, you will know how terrible torture it is.
If you don't believe it, just look at the two duelists and listen to their wailing sounds, and you will know what it feels like.
Afraid of suffering such pain, the duelists did not hesitate to choose to escape or directly commit suicide with their swords.
The only way to avoid torture is to die.
However, under the supervision of the devil, the duelists' little cleverness has no chance of succeeding.
"I don't allow you to die, then no one can die!"
The devil's voice sounded, with indescribable coldness and uncontrollable pride.
As soon as these words were spoken, the duelists who were trying to escape and commit suicide immediately fell into a state of paralysis.
Countless red-haired monsters rushed over again. They lifted up the duelists who had collapsed on the ground and entered the center of the arena one after another.
Circular fields surrounded by flames appeared one after another, and bloody killing scenes began to be staged.
The duelists who had suffered a mental breakdown were killed one after another by various methods, turned into red-haired monsters by their own corpses.
I want to get rid of the pain and suffering, but I can't do it.
The big-headed monster in the stands was extremely excited. It kept swaying and turning, making curses and cheers.
The arena was extremely lively, and the devil laughed happily.
"Enjoy it, have fun, and let you bastards disgust me again!"
The demon cursed loudly and at the same time glanced around the entire arena, wanting to admire his masterpiece.
Then he saw that there was a special isolated island in the sea of magma and fire.
On this isolated island, a group of duelists gathered, shrinking away from the gaze of the devil.
Apparently they were praying that the devil would not discover them and thus escape this disaster.
When the devil's gaze fell on them and they felt the coldness and ruthlessness, the duelists completely extinguished their illusions.
"I'm going to die!"
While one of the duelists was speaking, he raised a dagger and slashed it towards his neck.
As long as the suicide is successful, he can escape. He has never been like this now, hoping that he can die soon.
However, as expected, the feeling of a cold blade slicing his throat did not appear, and there was also something wrong with the dagger in his hand.
It became soft and floppy, as if it were a ball of mud.
I looked down and saw that the dagger was no longer a dagger, but was hanging down softly.
"I must die today!"
The duelist roared, grabbed the sword of an accomplice beside him, and slashed it towards his head.
Just listen to the "snap" sound of the big knife, it rotted like rotten wood and scattered all over the ground.
"ah……"
When the duelist saw this, he immediately let out a desperate cry and rushed towards the lava ahead.
"Please, let me die!"
He prayed loudly and jumped into the sea of lava and fire without hesitation.
Feeling the scorching temperature, a happy smile appeared on this duelist's face.
I can finally die...
But in the next second, his face hit the ground, and all his teeth fell out.
"Uh... ho ho ho..."
The duelist did not get up, but lay on the ground with his butt sticking out, letting out a desperate wail and a bitter smile.
He already knew very well that without the permission of the devil, he would not be able to die at all.
Suffering from hell-like torture is something that cannot be escaped.
When the other duelists saw this, they didn't find it funny at all, but instead felt even more sad and frightened.
They also wanted to try to commit suicide and escape, but everything that had just happened proved that this was just a wishful thinking.
His current destiny is already in the hands of the devil, and he cannot do it even if he wants to die.
"You idiots, I have already told you that none of you can die before you get my permission!"
The devil let out a proud laugh, and at the same time raised his finger, countless red-haired monsters swarmed towards him.
They rushed to the paralyzed duelists, dragged them to the arena surrounded by flames, and continued their killing show.
The duelists howled desperately, but could not escape at all, and could only live and die in painful torture.
"Hahaha, you idiots, do you know you regret it now?
I want you to regret and collapse every second, seeking relief but unable to do so!
You don't value life so much and have disgusted me for so long. This is the punishment you deserve!"
The demon's voice echoed in the air, causing the lucky duelists to fall completely into despair.
As soon as he said this, the devil's eyes widened and he looked at the area in the center of the island.
There were metal pillars erected there, and in addition there was a figure standing there silently.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?"
The huge head made of smoke slowly moved closer, shrouding the figure in the center of the island.
Tang Zhen, who was stared at by the demon, just stood there quietly, as if he didn't hear the other party's question at all.
"Strange?"
The demon god looked at Tang Zhen and waved his hand again, trying to drive the red-haired monster to attack.
Unexpectedly, after the order was given, the red-haired monsters did not move at all.
"Interesting, your body is not there. Could it be that you are a new person?"
The demon's head made of smoke was like a huge dark cloud, suspended above Tang Zhen's head.
The blood-red eyes made of magma were staring at Tang Zhen, as if they wanted to see through his roots.
It's just that with Tang Zhen's methods, if he wants to hide himself, there may not be many people who can see through it.
After staring at Tang Zhen for a full minute, the demon's smoky head floated into the sky, hovering above the headless body.
"Now it seems that you should be the only innocent person, or not a particularly bastard.
In this case, I will give you a chance to live, but you must remember what happened today, and then find a chance to tell everyone.
How did I, Taoist Lone Star, show off my power and demolish this damn city of sin, and how did I deal with these bastards!"