Douluo: I have a lucky magic dice

Chapter 48 The wind dragon is broken and the dust settles!
"What's your name? When were you brought here?"

Ji Xinghe asked the young man a question, and then called on the children to come out of the iron cages quickly.

“My name is Wang Cijiu…” the young man said in a hoarse voice, “I have been captured here for five years.”

Wang Cijiu's words shocked Ji Xinghe, "You have been living in a dungeon for the past five years?"

Wang Cijiu nodded gently: "We were captured to be gladiators in the underground fighting arena and fight with those ten-year soul beasts or gamblers who signed a life-and-death contract to please those dignitaries."

As Wang Cijiu spoke, he couldn't help but look up at the miserable corpses in the stands, and a hint of satisfaction flashed across his eyes.

"How did all these guys in the stands die? I don't see any obvious injuries on their bodies, but everyone seems to have died from excessive blood loss."

Ji Xinghe couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart. There were quite a few soul masters among these spectators, but these soul masters fell to the ground without any signs of resistance. This scene was undoubtedly very strange.

Wang Cijiu shook his head slightly: "I don't know, I only saw a flash of red light last night, and then there was no sound from the stands."

At this time, Ji Xinghe frowned and looked at the cages. In the deepest corner, a little girl with silver hair was squatting.

Wang Cijiu took the initiative to say, "This is a little girl who was just captured two days ago. She might be frightened."

Ji Xinghe strode towards the dungeon, "It's time to go home."

Ji Xinghe's voice when he used Ding Feng Bo carried a spiritual shock. He stretched out his hand and looked at the little girl who was awakened. Her eyes as clear as amethyst stared at him blankly with a strange look in her eyes.

The little girl didn't say anything, but silently stretched out her hand towards Ji Xinghe. For some reason, the young man in front of her gave her a familiar and friendly feeling.

"Don't worry, it's okay."

Ji Xinghe consoled him and then asked, "What's your name and where are you from?"

The little girl looked at Ji Xinghe timidly and whispered, "My name is Na'er. I don't remember anything else."

"Na'er..." Ji Xinghe's mind seemed to flash with lightning. Na'er? Silver hair and purple eyes? Could it be her?

Looking at the little girl in front of him again, Ji Xinghe frowned slightly. What a coincidence? Ji Xinghe suddenly felt like he had taken Tang Wulin's script.

"Go out first and then talk."

Ji Xinghe calmly let go of Na'er's hand, and then led a dozen children to the outside of the underground fighting spirit arena. These children were generally very young, and the oldest, Wang Cijiu, was only about fourteen or fifteen years old. This was also what made Ji Xinghe most angry. The underground fighting spirit arena actually let these children participate in fighting and killing. Now it seems that the spectators in the stands deserved to die.

Wang Cijiu and others followed Ji Xinghe and Jiang Nannan all the way. When everyone entered the corridor, the piles of wolfhound corpses at the entrance of the underground fighting arena made the children stunned. A hint of surprise flashed in Wang Cijiu's eyes. He glanced at Ji Xinghe and Jiang Nannan. These two children are not simple.

Everyone climbed the stairs. As soon as Ji Xinghe stepped onto the ground, he heard the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm in his spiritual space shouting hurriedly: "Get down quickly!"

In terms of spiritual perception, Ji Xinghe had absolute trust in the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm. He instantly took a step back and half-crouched on the steps. At this moment, a gust of wind swept through Qinghefang!

The blue wind dances in the roar and spin, raging in the violence, boom!

Qinghefang, a building of considerable size, was wiped out from the ground in an instant!

Ji Xinghe felt his scalp tingling, and he hurriedly touched his head and neck. Fortunately, he was not injured. "It's okay."

Ji Xinghe, feeling relieved, heard Tianmeng Ice Silkworm's dissatisfied complaints, "It's alright, if it weren't for my million-year-old remains that just blocked a wave of damage for you, the aftermath of this spirit skill would have torn your flesh and bones apart."

"Charming Spirit Pearl, I want to see how many lives you have left!"

A light shout came from the air. Cui Jing stood with a gun in hand. Mei Ji, whose half body had disappeared in the air after being hit, looked at Cui Jing with a gloomy face and said, "When my Holy Church is born, the first one to be destroyed will be your Shrek Academy!"

Cui Jing snorted coldly, "Then you may not see that day."

With a twitch of the spear in her hand, Cui Jing turned into a beam of green light and rushed towards Mei Ji. Mei Ji's flesh and blood were still gradually regenerating. She was no longer able to fight and snorted, "Kill me or save me, you choose one!"

The seventh black soul ring around Meiji's body suddenly lit up, the sky suddenly turned pink, and Meiji herself turned into a pink bead floating in the air, "Wanlinghuo!"

As she instantly released her fifth soul skill, a pink ball of light fell straight to the ground. Cui Jing's face changed and she had to change direction and rush towards the ground, turning the spear with both hands to block this ten thousand year soul skill.

The green gale formed a huge shield as Cui Jing's fourth soul ring lit up, and pink light balls were constantly bounced away as the spear danced.

Cui Jing had just witnessed the power of this soul skill in the sky. If it were to explode completely on the ground, only a few people would survive within a thousand-meter radius.

"Humph! Stupid Shrek people."

Mei Ji snorted coldly, transformed into a stream of red light and swept away the red divine crystal that was still floating in the air.

boom!
Cui Jing, who had waved her spear to disperse the last remnants of Wan Linghuo, watched Mei Ji flee. Her left arm suddenly emitted a loud dragon roar, and a violent green whirlwind condensed on her spear and her left arm holding the spear, "Wind Dragon, break!"

The word "break" comes out, and the dragon shape gathers.

A wildly dancing green dragon flew out with the spear in Cui Jing's hand.

Whoosh!
Mei Ji, who was escaping in mid-air, had never thought that Cui Jing had such a method. Listening to the roar of the wind dragon, she inserted the divine crystal in her hand into her heart with an ugly expression, "Ah!"

Mei Ji screamed, but her injuries recovered almost instantly. At the same time, her momentum suddenly increased a lot. Boom!
Another half of her shoulder disappeared. Mei Ji, who had withstood the attack of Feng Long Po, no longer dared to stay. She stepped on the flying soul guide and fled to the west in a panic.

Cui Jing exhaled and did not choose to continue chasing Mei Ji. She turned her head to look at Wang Yan and Captain Li who were tightly entangled by the corrupt skeleton, and threw the spear in her hand again.

Ding!
A green light instantly expanded in the corrupt skeleton's eyes.

Whoosh!
The strong wind hit the chest of the Corrupted Skeleton, causing its body to pause. Wang Yan seized the opportunity and instantly released his sixth soul skill. The black soul ring expanded to ten meters away in a flash. A khaki divine bull emerged from the black soul ring, carrying Wang Yan as a carrier, and leaped up from the ground, roaring.

Boom!

After a loud bang.

The sacred bull was broken.

Wang Yan fell to the ground on one knee, and the corrupt skeleton in front of him solidified into a stone statue. As a breeze blew, a rustling sound continued to be heard, and the several-meter-tall corrupt skeleton suddenly turned into a pile of yellow sand...

(End of this chapter)