activa-t Chapter 298 Wanting to Rescue
Chapter 298 Wanting to Rescue
Seeing the young demon slave kill the demon tiger after only a few minutes on stage, the entire arena was silent at first, and then there was overwhelming cheers.
Immediately afterwards, a man wearing a black robe and a mask came onto the stage.
The auction started quickly and people in the stands started bidding one after another. However, because it was the first one, everyone who had been there knew that the cultivation level of the subsequent demon slaves would be higher, so not many people bid.
Mo Qingshan also made an offer. He chose this demon slave on behalf of Leng Zhuxin.
Of course, he also thought that if Leng Zhuxin felt that this demon slave was too ferocious, he could take a picture of it and keep it in the Mo family to work for him or his father.
Leng Zhuxin stopped caring when she saw Mo Qingshan made the offer, thinking that she would pay for the magic crystal herself later.
After digging up the magic crystal mine, she now has a lot of magic crystals. Today she plans to buy all the magic slaves in the entire Colosseum.
Including those monks who were captured!
Especially the cultivator who was locked in a cage and wearing the uniform of the Wandao Sect.
Leng Zhuxin glanced at the cage holding the monk, and then at the beast fighting arena below which was almost half covered in blood.
He whispered to Mo Qingshan, "Brother, if I want all the cultivators and demon slaves today, can we just start the auction without them having to compete?"
Leng Zhuxin didn't want to cause trouble, but she also didn't want to watch such a bloody game.
Mo Qingshan had already taken a picture of the demon slave who killed the demon tiger, and he sighed when he heard Leng Zhuxin's words.
"This is the rule of the Colosseum. No one can violate it. Otherwise, not only will they be deprived of the right to enter the Colosseum, but they may also be unable to leave safely.
The Colosseum relies on animal fighting to attract aristocrats who love excitement and bloodshed, so how could it possibly stop?
Mo Qingshan really had no choice. He didn't want to watch the beast fights, but if he didn't want to watch, he couldn't even enter the underground arena.
After hearing what Mo Qingshan said, Leng Zhuxin knew that her idea would not work.
Fortunately, the rules of the Colosseum are that monsters fight against monster slaves, and demon beasts fight against monks.
We will not allow demon slaves and demon slaves, or monks and monks to kill each other.
As long as those monks can survive the monsters, she can save them.
But Leng Zhu was afraid that those monks would give up hope of living.
Once a cultivator falls into the hands of an evil cultivator, he will surely die.
Rather than being refined into a magic pill, or being forced to practice dual cultivation, having their cultivation drained away and dying in humiliation, it would be better for them to die in the mouth of a monster.
Leng Zhuxin was sure that there were definitely many people who had this idea.
She sighed in her heart, not knowing how to rekindle the will to survive in those monks.
Under normal circumstances, she could still transmit her voice, but there were many guests in the underground arena, including countless high-level demon cultivators, and the person behind the arena was sitting on the platform, so Leng Zhuxin did not dare to act rashly.
Once her identity as a cultivator was exposed, not only would she be unable to save anyone, but she might also be implicated along with Jiang Baimo.
Helplessly, Leng Zhuxin could only give up transmitting the message and prayed silently in his heart that they could survive from the monster's mouth.
As long as she has breath left, she will find a way to save them!
Leng Zhu was worried about those cultivators and didn't pay much attention to the competition on the beast fighting arena. The bid for each demon slave was made by Mo Qingshan.
Because they took so many photos of demon slaves, someone soon noticed them.
Leng Zhuxin and the other two have always been sensitive. When they saw the continuous gazes coming over, they immediately locked onto who it was.
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The number of demon slaves in the iron cage gradually decreased, and all the winners tonight were photographed by Leng Zhuxin and others.
Although the demon slaves who were photographed still had their heads down, Leng Zhuxin could feel that they were relieved.
Soon all the demon slaves were auctioned off, and it was the turn of the monsters and monks.
This is the highlight of tonight!
Everyone's eyes were on the arena, and a wind spirit wolf was soon placed on the arena.
The air in the demon world was filled with demonic energy. Even though the Colosseum fed the monsters with medicine that could make the beasts manic, the Wind Spirit Wolf was still listless.
The Wind Spirit Wolf was captured, with wounds on its back and its fur was very dull.
But the monk standing opposite it was not much better than it. Not only were his clothes torn, but his body was also covered with deep and shallow whip marks.
The monk seemed to have been fed some medicine. They were too far away and the Colosseum was filled with the smell of blood. Leng Zhuxin could not identify what medicine the monk was fed in the Colosseum.
But he could feel that the monk's condition was not normal.
Because monks are precious and their auction prices are high, the Colosseum does not allow them to fight with bare hands like the demon slaves.
Instead, he gave them a small dagger.
The medicine given to the monks will naturally affect their future practice, but at present, it should be considered a good thing.
At least when they are unconscious, the chances of some monks committing suicide, which Leng Zhuxin has always worried about, are much smaller.
The monsters on the fighting arena were one level lower than the cultivators in terms of cultivation level. The cultivators who had been fed medicine could have fought against the monsters without any danger.
Soon the monster was knocked to the ground by the monk.
The effect of the medicine on the monk had not yet dissipated, but he suddenly fell to his knees.
Leng Zhuxin turned her head and saw the staff in charge of the auction walking onto the stage with an iron plate in his hand.
The monk on the arena suddenly lost all his strength and knelt on the ground. Just when he appeared with the iron plate in his hand, he suddenly threw away the dagger in his hand.
The staff member held a wet towel in his hand and wiped it across the kneeling monk's face, revealing the monk's appearance.
His appearance is not stunning, it can only be described as ordinary. This kind of cultivator is rarely used for dual cultivation in the demon world.
"Foundation Establishment cultivator, starting price is three thousand high-grade magic crystals."
The price wasn't too high, and someone quickly made a bid.
But when the price reached five thousand high-grade magic crystals, the voices of bidding in the Colosseum slowed down.
Mo Qingshan hasn't raised the price yet. He is considering whether it is worth it.
They have already bought away all the demon slaves today, and many people are eyeing them.
If they bid for a few more monks, I'm afraid more people will target them.
Today, they will not use the name of their Mo family to shoot the film, but will use the new identities of Leng Zhuxin and Jiang Baimo. He is afraid that someone will see these demon slaves in the future and think of what happened today and will cause trouble for the two of them.
In addition, these cultivators will not be of any help to the Mo family, Leng Zhuxin and Jiang Baimo in what they are going to do next.
So he was hesitating whether to make an offer.
Leng Zhuxin, who was standing aside, waited a long time for Mo Qingshan to make a bid, and there were only two people left in the entire arena who were still bidding.
Leng Zhuxin felt that she couldn't wait any longer and was about to raise her hand.
He was pushed back by Mo Qingshan.
She turned her head and saw Mo Qingshan, who was still hesitating, gently shook his head at her.
Without waiting for Mo Qingshan to speak, Leng Zhuxin understood what Mo Qingshan meant. Mo Qingshan didn't want her to make an offer.