Chapter 881: God grave (2/2)
He originally thought that the so-called ”Chaos” was just an evil **** in myths and legends, at most a foreign civilization that was hostile to the Pangu civilization hundreds of millions of years ago.
Unexpectedly, in the words of Ba Mingsong, the history of chaos is much closer than imagined, so far it is only 40,000 years.
Moreover, is Chaos the creator of the modern monster race?
Hidden in the fog, what is the real history!
Mo Tiesheng was silent for a moment, and said: ”I heard that the Blade of Chaos has failed. All their uprisings in the Blood Demon Realm have been suppressed!”
”Hey Hey!”
Ba Mingsong laughed madly, ”You don't understand that in the blood demon world, the Blade of Chaos will not fail. Even if it is suppressed a thousand times or ten thousand times, it will still come back! Do you know why? ”
Li Yao and Mo Tiesheng looked at him with piercing eyes.
Ba Mingsong took a deep breath and said, ”Because the tomb of the Great Chaos God is buried in the depths of the Blood Demon Star!”
”The Great Chaos God has not really died. Soon, the Great Chaos God will be reborn. At that time, he will once again lead all the monster races and create a truly perfect new world!”
The hairs on the back of Li Yao's neck are all standing up. What do you mean, isn't this ”chaos” not just an illusory mythical figure, but a physical existence?
As Ba Mingsong said, he took out two small pendants from his arms, stuffed them into their hands, and said solemnly: ”This is the amulet of the Great Chaos God. Under the brilliance of the Chaos, all monster races are brothers. I hope you two can live longer in the arena!”
Li Yao stretched out his palms with the flaming beast fat torch and saw that it was a very crude pendant made of yellow-brown beast bones. On top of a machete, countless double spirals were wrapped around, which looked like The gene chain is like the strongest shackles.
Li Yao squinted his eyes and said, ”Uncle Ba, you are here to promote the idea of Chaos Blade. Are you not afraid of being taken away?”
Ba Mingsong smiled nonchalantly: ”What about taking me away? The big deal is death. After so many years of tossing on Skull Island, I have already lived enough!”
The old man fluttered his wings, stood up swayingly, and walked away, regaining his slumped figure, and gradually disappearing into the depths of the jungle.
Li Yao and Mo Tiesheng looked at each other, and tacitly received the amulet of Chaos Blade to the most secret place.
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The red lava is in full swing, sweat is spilled, turned into steam, and there are thorns from time to time, shooting out from the depths of the earth.
This is one of the most terrifying arenas on Skull Island, the Prison of Thorns! All floor tiles are polished by fire spar. The temperature exceeds three hundred degrees. The joints between the floor tiles will be driven by underground magma to spray rock thorns irregularly. Pierce the soles of the feet.
This was one and a half months after Li Yao came to Skull Island, and it was also his fourth battle.
In the past month and a half, Li Yao has become a legend who has risen like a volcanic eruption among the Skull Island gladiators!
”Skull Island's most fierce, powerful, and mysterious gladiator ”Bloodclaw” in the past five years has appeared! In just one and a half months, in the three most dangerous battles, his performance is obvious to all!”
”In Thunder Prison, he killed a behemoth with only one move!”
”In the Ice Desolate Prison, he abruptly twisted off the three heads of a six-legged ice lizard!”
”In Heishuize, he escaped unscathed from the attack of dozens of deformed spider pythons!”
”Today, what a wonderful performance he will perform again? Let's wait and see!”
The screaming worms in the sky chattered endlessly, rendering his power to the screaming worms in all directions. Even without these extremely excited voices, the local audiences who often come to watch the battle of Chaos City are already extremely excited. There are countless bronze blood monsters. The clan was shouting the name ”Blood Claw”, and even many silver-blooded monster clan poked their heads out of the box, or pretended to be watching him with binoculars.
Li Yao's eyes drooped slightly. In his eyes, these ugly audiences were nothing more than a pile of rotten meat.
He didn't fight for the crazy roar of the audience, but the words of the staff of Skull Island, Ba Mingsong, that really aroused his deep curiosity.
From that moment on, he was absolutely certain that Skull Island was a secret training camp where Chaos Blade absorbed new blood.
And if you want to enter the magic eye of the Blade of Chaos, you need to show the strength to stand out.
From that day on, Li Yao calmed down, accelerated the pace of cultivation, and constantly released his strength. From the initial 7%, gradually increased to 7.5%, 8%. As he practiced life and death day by day, he progressed by leaps and bounds. When he finally increased his strength to 9%, even many veteran gladiators who had experienced dozens of battles were not his opponents, and he won the right to participate in the next round of gladiatorial battles.