The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

Seeing Li Chuyi stroking the two long knives hanging on his waist with his hands, Aya sighed with an unclear look in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Li, Brother Li, in this situation we can only be spectators!"

"Ah?" Li Chuyi raised his eyes, a little confused, and then shook his head and smiled. "Aya, I was just saying casually."

He looked at this seemingly indestructible city of trapped beasts, at those hollow creatures that were mired in madness, seemingly endless, like monsters, and his expression became a little more solemn.

He was just thinking about it. On the endless sea, the dramatist once mentioned that the breakup of the Thirteen Lands and the Twelve Lands seemed to be the result of the operation of a self-protection rule between heaven and earth.

In addition, these races in front of them are the same as the Huari clan that they have encountered before, and they are all living beings in the world.

But they were so unscrupulous in this world, without any restraint, that Li Chuyi had to suspect that there was something wrong with this world, that is, Father Tiandao.

The way of heaven represents the rules of all things in the world. Rules need to be balanced, and the nameless tree represented by Gu Xizhou serves as a balance.

In other words, the ruler of rules is to Li Chuyi what that tree is to the world.

So now, the tree has been cut down, and the rules and balance of this world have been broken.

Li Chuyi frowned. What he knew now was far from being complete. There were too many secrets. They were still like ghosts in the night and giant beasts in the abyss, choosing people to devour.

However, the movement in the field interrupted his thoughts. He looked up and saw a man standing out among the twenty-eight people in line.

He didn't say anything more, he just looked fierce and waved his hand, and thousands of sword lights appeared beside him. With murderous intent, he soared into the sky and headed straight towards the hollow creature.

And the creature just sneered, "Clumsy spell, uh, I almost forgot, I can't use any of my own strength."

He spun in the air, and a river of stars sprinkled down from his hand. Various spells were used for a while, and he fought with the man back and forth.

However, the countless hollow creatures on the dozens of floors of the viewing platform were not as enthusiastic as expected. Instead, their eyelids were narrowed, looking a little bored.

It seemed that the various magical phenomena in that scene were just children playing house, and could not attract their attention at all.

At this time, another hollow creature fell directly into the field, interrupting the fight between the two.

At first, he used the language of his own clan. Perhaps because he felt that the more than 5,000 creatures in the twelve lands could not understand, he changed it to the language of the world.

"Brother, the fight between trapped beasts is a daily necessity in our city of trapped beasts, but if you look up, these countless tribesmen find it boring!"

His tone was very ordinary, but with a hint of helplessness, "Brother, it's rare for you to preside over a battle between trapped beasts, but look, what are you doing now?"

"What the tribesmen want to see is blood, they want to see them killing each other, they want to see them trample their own humanity under their feet, like wild beasts, fighting at all costs for an elusive chance of survival."

"Rong Ying, what should you do? Do you need me, the elder brother, to teach you again?"

There was a sudden silence in the field, and the hollow creature called Rong Ying narrowed his eyes, and an imperceptible shadow flashed across his face.

"Understood, fifth brother!"

He responded, and the Nascent Soul Peak cultivator he had placed in his belly instantly melted into nothingness without even saying a word.

The creature that had just fallen turned around and leaned over to the crowd of five thousand people, smiling in a very graceful manner, but no unnecessary emotion could be seen in its eyes.

"Let me introduce again, I am Rong Yan, one of the nine sons of the throne, from the Rong Ling clan!"

"Haha, what a bullshit Rongling clan, I think you are just born with unintentional deformities." Someone immediately sneered. Judging from his appearance, he had already given up on life and death.

"The untouchable is seeking death!" Rongying's expression changed, and he wanted to crush this man's head.

"Brother, Shen Xin!" Rong Yan stopped him and said calmly.

Then he smiled and explained to the people in the Twelve Lands: "The big hole in our abdomen does not mean that we are unintentional. There are so many races in the world, and there are all kinds of weird things. You can't use your own vision or morality to force the measurement." Other races.”

He pointed at his abdomen, "It's like this round hole. In fact, we call it a melting hole. You can think of it as an organ."

"A unique organ that we are born with, just like your eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and hands."

"The nose can breathe, the eyes can recognize objects, and the function of this melting hole is to melt all the spirits in the world and plunder the divine blessings of infinite creatures for one's own body."

"This is why we can gallop across the heavens and are called the butcher clan."

When the butcher clan, more than 5,000 people heard these words, their whole bodies started to tremble for no reason, and the look of death in their eyes even became heavier.

Seeing this, Rong Yan spread his hands helplessly, "There is no way, our practice is indeed stained with too much blood, so this bad reputation is not unjust."

"Bastards, you will be punished one day for killing without distinction between right and wrong.", someone yelled angrily.

But Rong Yan stood there, with no trace of anger appearing on his three-dimensional facial features. He just looked up at the sky and spoke meaningfully.

"You are wrong. In fact, this world never talks about right and wrong, only strength and weakness!"

"And the reason why I am telling you so much is because you are going to die soon. This is my respect for the deceased, nothing more."

After he said that, he turned back to look at Rongying, and shook his head helplessly, "Brother, you can fight with these people for fun, but there are thousands of people here, and your one-on-one game will last for days and nights. It can’t be finished.”

"Tomorrow, you will still be the host of the trapped beast battle. Select a group of god-transforming monks. You can also play one-on-one with them, but it cannot exceed ten games."

"As for today, let's stick to the old rules!"

After Rong Yan said that, he left, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Rongying, however, looked at these five thousand people with gloomy eyes and clenched his fists.

"Bastard, you want so many of us to trample humanity under our feet and fight for your entertainment and dreams!"

"Yes, either kill me now, or I will wait for my mana to recover and explode myself immediately. I just can't let you bastards get what they want!"

Listening to the endless and extremely unpleasant curses, Rongying did not kill anyone this time, but only curved the corner of his mouth with a cruel arc.

"Haha, do you know why this place is called the Colosseum?"

"Did you know that there is a battle between trapped animals here every day, and it has never stopped for countless years?"

He said with a ferocious smile, and in an instant, the huge Colosseum with a radius of ten miles began to tremble slightly.

A crazy, bloody, confusing, dark...aura began to rise in the field, and then ran around randomly.

And the eyes of those five thousand people also turned scarlet in an instant.