A string of muffled sounds rang out.
"Then what do we do now?" Zuo Mo asked with anticipation. Then he pointed with desire at the Mist Eye Tablet in front of him. "This thing looks good, it definitely is a treasure. Can we take it away?"
Pu Yao said coldly, "The five front halls of the Totem Coliseum, Wind, Rain, Thunder, Mist, and Snow. If I am not wrong, this is the Mist Hall, and this disk should be the Mist Eye Tablet. "
Pu Yao said gravely, "The five halls of the Totem Coliseum are the first test, and the most people are eliminated here. Only those who walk out alive can enter the next round. As to the Mist Eye Tablet, it is a treasure, but it guards the Mist Hall. If you can take it, the Mist Hall will naturally be defeated. However, I do not recommend that you do this. "
Zuo Mo was startled. The green strand around his wrist tightened.
Since you are absorbing, then I will also absorb!
An extremely thin black shadow suddenly flew out from beside him. In the air, the black shadow suddenly exploded into countless thin rays of light.
Hiss-crack!
At this time, a change occurred!
Pu Yao did not show any smugness, and his expression was normal. "My teacher once studied the Totem Coliseum for a long time."
"Careful!" Zuo Mo was alarmed.
Any white bat that was hit by the sword energies immediately turned into a ball of white mist.
Tenth Grade's proud expression immediately turned to helplessness. He clearly did not have many solutions to these two.
"The totem warriors of the ancient era are many times stronger than you are now. But why is it that the Mist Eye Tablet has been here for so many years, and no one has thought of taking it away? "Pu Yao asked in response.
Zuo Mo finally understood. However, he was even more curious. Pu Yao's teacher seemed very strong!
The Mist Eye Tablet shook. Then, an astounding suction force came from the eye.
A wave of extremely thin hissing suddenly came from the mist. If Zuo Mo's attention wasn't focused, he wouldn't have detected it. He reacted quickly. With a flick of his finger, the green strand around his wrist entered the white mist like a viper coming out of its hole.
A human-sized ball of mist was pulled out of the white mist by Zuo Mo.
Every beam of light was an extremely thin sword light. The exploding sword light was as dazzling as fireworks.
The suction force of the twenty-seven magnetic bottles immediately took effect. Twenty-seven streams of white mist entered the magnetic bottles. In a blink, Zuo Mo's surroundings were cleared again.
Zuo Mo snorted coldly. His hand suddenly exerted force and shook the green strands.
Zuo Mo's heart was dripping blood but he maintained his calm. "How do we get out?"
The fog was thicker than normal white fog, and there seemed to be something wriggling inside it. It was hair-raising.
Lil 'Pagoda eagerly flew over and rubbed against Tenth Grade's side. It fanned the fleshy eaves of the pagoda, as if saying, "It's been hard on you, it's been hard on you."
Tenth Grade looked proud, as if he had not used his full strength in that attack just now.
Wei, who had been racking his brains, suddenly said, "I seem to remember a book in the clan saying …"
When the white mist was two zhang away from them, the white mist suddenly roiled. At the same time, Zuo Mo felt a sense of danger as though something dangerous was about to come out of the white mist.
Having heard that the Mist Eye Tablet was a treasure, Zuo Mo immediately rubbed his hands together and was eager to try. Pu Yao poured a bucket of cold water over him. He asked in bewilderment, "Why?"
The whizzing white bat collided head-on with the dazzling sword ray.
Pu Yao shook his head. "I don't know."
At this time, Silly who had been staring with its bird eyes suddenly pecked at the eye of the Mist Eye Tablet!
En?
Zuo Mo was very surprised by this. If the one who said this was Wei, Zuo Mo would feel it was normal. Wei was still living in that era. But he hadn't expected Pu Yao to be the one to point it out.
Boom!
But … … encountering a treasure and staring at it … … and then leaving … …
"It's too long ago, I don't remember. Let me think." Wei was slightly embarrassed. He only had a vague impression that someone from the clan had been injured after passing the first round and had to leave behind his knowledge.
Seeing Zuo Mo's disdainful gaze, Pu Yao said helplessly, "Many things from the ancient era have been lost in the dust of history. It is not easy to get a glimpse of them."
Pew pew pew!
"I know where this is." Pu Yao suddenly spoke. His tone was grave.
However, the magnetic bottle's suction was clearly not as strong as the Mist Eye Tablet's. Seeing this, Zuo Mo flipped his wrist again and again … …
The white mist inside the bottle was condensed into water. There was only a handful of water in the bottle. The water flashed with a few colors and did not seem special.
Zuo Mo believed most of it. When Pu Yao said the name of the Mist Eye Tablet, Zuo Mo believed it. The disk in front of him was very similar. No wonder his shen power was obstructed everywhere. If this was the Totem Coliseum, then it could be explained. It was for totem warriors to fight.
Did they have a grudge against this thing?
"What place?" Zuo Mo could hear that Pu Yao's tone was not right. He thought it was strange. Someone as daring as Pu Yao had a place he was afraid of?
"Oh, it sounds like something like the Sword Test Conference," Zuo Mo said thoughtfully.
Zuo Mo reacted quickly. His right palm flipped and a thread of sun shen fire appeared on his hand. The shen fire moved along the green strand and spread at an astounding rate to the other side.
In a flash, there were three rows of magnetic bottles floating in front of Zuo Mo, nine in each row.
Pew pew pew!
He hadn't expected the bottles to be full after absorbing the white mist.
Zuo Mo sighed in relief and was slightly shocked. The magnetic bottle in his hand was not an ordinary one. If a magnetic bottle like this was used to store water, it could easily suck dry a three li wide and ten li long river.
A burst of blinding sparks suddenly exploded at the tip of Silly Bird's beak.
"Not bad, not bad, Little Ten, good job, this move has some of Eldest Shixiong's style." Zuo Mo was not stingy with his praise. Tenth Grade used a crescent blade but he cultivated sword scriptures.
Zuo Mo snickered. With a flip of his wrist, a magnetic bottle appeared in his hand. He cast a spell and furiously absorbed the mist.
Zuo Mo became alert. "What did he say?"
The twenty-seven magnetic bottles were also completely filled.
While he did not know what was in the white mist, Zuo Mo knew that he could not let it continue like this.
Tenth Grade's expression did not change but it was clear that he enjoyed Zuo Mo's praise.
"You don't know?" Zuo Mo stilled.
The surrounding white mist that was like cotton started to slowly press towards Zuo Mo and the others. This seemingly tangible white mist seemed to be piles of snowy white cotton that pressed in from all directions.
Lil 'Fire also came over, its round body rolling around Tenth Grade.
If you can't take it away, why tell ge!
An angry howl suddenly sounded from inside the white mist. The sun shen fire still caused it damage.
Deep within the white mist came a rumbling sound.
Hearing this, Zuo Mo was also very helpless.
"Pu Yao, you know very well!"
Bzzt!
Countless blinding ripples of light came from the green strand and entered the white mist like raindrops.
At this time, a wave of hissing came from inside the white mist. It was a swarm of white bats! There were hundreds of these white bats and they came quickly. Their wings were like blades as they broke through the mist!
"I don't know." Pu Yao continued to shake his head.
Great Magnetic Bottle Formation!
Whoosh!
Zuo Mo was stunned by the change in front of him. He had never thought that Silly Bird would be so vicious!
"The Chief Battle is much crueler than the Sword Test Conference," Wei couldn't help but say. "That is a battle of life and death! Very few people come back alive. The strongest totem warrior is called the Chief King. The tribe they belong to will have great power. The other tribes have to pay tribute to them. This kind of tribute will continue until a new Chief King appears. Usually, it is held once every ten years. "
"Totem Coliseum!" Pu Yao coldly spat out.
Zuo Mo stilled. That was right. After so many years, this thing was still here. There had been so many totem warriors but no one had taken it away. This thing definitely would not be so easy to take. Little Mo Ge was greedy but he knew his own limits. He might be someone in the jianghu now, but compared to those inhuman freaks of the ancient times who could pluck the stars and pluck the moon, he was still lacking.
Zuo Mo wanted to cry. He knew this was the Mist Hall, knew that the Mist Eye Tablet was a treasure, but he didn't know how to get out … … he didn't know the most important place.
A muffled explosion came from the white mist. The white mist was very strange. The explosion was strong but the mist was not affected by the explosion at all.
How could Zuo Mo's attack end so easily? Lowering his back into a horse stance, he gripped the hair and suddenly pulled.
Hearing these words, Wei first stilled. His expression changed dramatically as he said, "Impossible!"
A streak of fiery light flashed and disappeared.
Could it be that all the white fog here came from this disc?
Wei said gravely, "There is no proof that this is the Totem Coliseum. I have never been to the Totem Coliseum, but there are no signs of it in the ruins in front of us."
A round disk covered in circles appeared in front of everyone. There was an eye at the center of the disk. The white mist came out of the eye. The eye was very small and the white mist flowed very slowly. The white mist did not dissipate when it flowed out, but gathered in the air.
"The Totem Coliseum is the arena of the totem warriors of the various tribes in the ancient era," Pu Yao introduced simply. He said gravely, "In the ancient era, there would be a Battle Chief Battle every once in a while. The totem warriors of the various tribes would gather here to fight for the Battle Chief King."
Yet before Zuo Mo could understand what this white mist was, the surrounding white mist slowly came closer to them.
What was wrong with this bird?
Wei was speechless. In the past, he had not been a totem warrior. In the tribe, his strength had been on the weak side. Matters like the Totem Coliseum had not been his turn. However, he had heard of the Wind, Rain, Thunder, Mist, and Snow Halls of the Totem Coliseum.
A miniature figure dressed in black holding a crescent blade floated in front of Zuo Mo with a cold expression. It was the battle-hungry Tenth Grade!
"Totem Coliseum? Such a strange name, what is this place? "Zuo Mo was even more curious. Wei's reaction proved that this name was not ordinary.
"Careful!" Zuo Mo shouted.
Yet he did not have time to think about the change in front of him. In a blink, the white mist was less than three zhang away from them. Different from the previously almost still mist, the white mist now was boundless and surging endlessly.
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