"There is a kind of people in this world, although they are human beings, but they have never lived their own lives, and they live according to the will of others, do you think they can still be called human beings?"

In the darkness, a cold voice kept echoing. And with the continuous sound of this voice, white arcs of light also flickered in the darkness.

And along with it, there is a blood-colored light that constantly cuts through the darkness. In the darkness, under the dim white shimmer, the two of them were constantly clashing, sparking countless sparks that flew out.

This is the battle in the field of life and death, each of them is often not as dazzling as when other monks fight, but it is such a simple and unpretentious battle, which makes Bai Ye faintly feel intoxicated.

Now, he is a member of the field of life and death, one of those two antagonists. The sharp and restrained blood-colored light was completely born because of him, and it was the manifestation of his method of killing emperors.

And his opponent was the holder of the white light and shadow, a physical cultivator whose strength was comparable to the peak of the Transformation Stage. However, although he was physically cultivated, he gave Bai Ye an unusual feeling.

"Whatever, other people's business has nothing to do with me. ”

It was another pure clash of power, and Bai Ye swung away the white bone spurs he held in his hand with his strong will to kill, and in the darkness, his heavy pupils exuded a strange brilliance, giving people an endless cold feeling.

"It's boring. ”

The figure complained boredly, and then chose to retreat, only one blow, but suddenly burst out with a much stronger force than the original, so that Bai Ye could only retreat, choosing to avoid its edge for the time being.

"What's fun and what's boring? In my mind, it's just killing. ”

In the extremely dimly lit ring, White Night retreated to the opposite side of his opponent with a faint glow, and then raised his hands up, letting his killing thoughts guide his actions.

With this extremely simple gesture of his, bits of scarlet light also emerged from his palm, and began to fly around his fingers.

In the blink of an eye, two extremely thin silk threads condensed on the palm of his hand. In the dark, they swirled and churned with each other...... They are like following some kind of strange avenue, which can invisibly give people a sense of extreme danger.

And the next moment, with the natural fall of his palm, two red threads also rushed out of his palm frantically, and suppressed his opponent.

At this moment, Bai Ye's attack method looks extremely ordinary, but it can give people a shocking feeling in the faint sense.

"This ......"

Faced with the red silk thread that strangled towards him, Bai Ye's opponent was silent. Although the thread looked ordinary, not even too dangerous, his instincts at this moment told him that if he couldn't deal with this blow, he would have to choose to perish.

He is different from most of the monks here, he is a native of this place, he had a clan here a long time ago, and now, his race is extinct.

Except for him, everyone else is already white bones.

The name of his ethnic group is only one word, chaos.

According to the legend of the clan, they were not supposed to live here. But because of the passage of time, their inheritance has been interrupted and interrupted, and it has continued intermittently to the present, and even the legend has been almost completely forgotten except for the real inheritance.

For this person, what he has experienced is a difficult road to growth, but what he has witnessed is the complete extinction of the entire race, and the true appearance of this dark world.

From the mine to the field of life and death, it took him more than 8,000 years. During this time, he also struggled and obeyed. But in the end, and now he finds that his former self is a laughing stock.

His race perished, but there was no hatred in his heart. In his opinion, a race has forgotten its legends and history, and has broken its heritage...... Even if it is still continuing, it is tantamount to perishing.

And he, in the process of crawling and rolling all the way, is just to survive. And the only shortcut to survive here is to fight. It's dark, it's unsurvivable...... But after all, this is still a paradise for the strong.

Here, it's the Soul Suppression Prison. All the creatures here, not to mention the vast majority, are almost all of them, they are numb. Soul Eaters, at the bottom of the pyramid, they are numb to pain.

And the regulators, as people who have the right to live a glamorous and decent life here, are numb to the pleasure of dominating others. And the creatures that are mixed in the field of life and death are numb to the struggle of life and death.

From the brutal disgust at the beginning to the desperate fight to the abandonment of all numbness, for such a group of people, sometimes they only need one battle, and sometimes, they don't even need a fight.

Some of them are from a large group of soul eaters, they are physically strong, and they also have a slight skill in life-and-death fighting...... So they chose to fight against the odds, and after achieving some kind of achievement in the mines, they came out with great difficulty, entered the next class, and then fought frantically in this class.

The so-called glimmer of life has always belonged to those who survived on the field of life and death. And the fate of the losers is undoubted, only the word death awaits them eternally.

What makes people laugh is that in such a purgatory, except for the three places that the White Nights have known from the beginning, only one of the other seven places is a forbidden area, and all living beings, including the warden, are not allowed to enter.

The remaining six places are all used for recreation. But naturally, this is purgatory, a place to suppress the unjust soul, so even if it is a pastime, it is different from the ordinary place.

And now, the only survivor of the "Chaos" clan is suffering from the oppression of the White Night Magic.

Those two silk threads seem to be very ordinary, only a slightly dangerous aura, but their true power is only known to Bai Ye as a spellcaster and as an enemy of Bai Ye.

The thread stretched out in the darkness, transcending everything at a speed that was undetectable to the naked eye and the divine sense. Their trajectories are strange, and the spells they contain are two completely different spells.

Among the two silk threads, the slightly brighter one is the evolution of the Shura Dao, and the killing power contained in it is also fierce and terrifying. And the one that looks a little bleak is the evolution of the Rakshasa Dao, and its power is feminine, but it is extremely powerful.

And this person naturally couldn't perceive and experience such a profound connotation, after all, he was a creature who had lived in this prison since he was a child, and he had never experienced the true cultivation method, nor had he been in contact with the normal cultivation system.

But for these two silk threads, he could still perceive the terrifying power of them by instinct, and this feeling became much more obvious than the original as he drew closer to them.

And now, Bai Ye was coldly looking at the figure of the embarrassed silk thread, those two silk threads were under his control, and now, his Dao heart was full of killing intent.

This enemy may have his own story, but he has little interest in hearing it, and all along, his only interest in this opponent is the word preaching.

It's just that Bai Ye doesn't know that it is precisely because this person has grown up all the way through a deformed experience that he is full of interest in him. This person's way of fighting is really comparable to that of the creatures in the early stage of the Flood Famine.

At that time, everything had just begun, and the two lich clans had not yet fought each other, and there had never been a few saints between heaven and earth. And the legendary Hongjun Dao Ancestor, who only exists in the flood wilderness, has not yet begun his preaching and inheritance.

And the battles between the living beings at that time were far less bells and whistles than they are now. When two or even multiple parties have a dispute, they often choose the simplest and most straightforward way to fight.

And the person in front of Bai Ye was the same as the creatures at that time, in the battle between the two of them, Bai Ye found that this person turned over and over in just a few ways, and they were all the most primitive.

Compared to those monks now, he is really much worse. Of course, if conditions permit, if this person can attain a creation and enter the cultivation, then his future achievements will definitely be much stronger than those of the current monks.

However, now he has no chance. Only a sound similar to the penetration of some kind of object sounded, and this indomitable man, who had fought with Bai Ye for hundreds of moves, simply fell into a pool of blood intertwined with his own blood.

"It's a pity that I'm not going to give you a chance to get out of here. But maybe what I'm going to do next can be a relief for you......"

Standing quietly in front of the deceased, Bai Ye raised his hand, he pinched a simple seal, imprisoning the soul that had barely cultivated on his palm, and then twisted his fingers to completely return his soul to nothingness.

Death, from body to soul...... There is no longer any left in this world, and leaving in this way can certainly be regarded as a relief in this soul prison.

"The hundredth battle of life and death, the final winner, Xiu!"

"One hundred battles and one hundred victories, the final reward, a thousand Blood Spirit Stones, one hundred Blood Spirit Stone Spirits, plus the right to go to one of the six Great Paradise Lost. ”

............

After surviving a hundred battles in the field of life and death, you can not only have the power of text broadcasting, but also enjoy voice broadcasting...... In fact, it is just to let a cold and emotionless voice recite his own battle record.

But at this moment, Bai Ye's achievements have set off terrifying and uneven waves in the hearts of many soul-suppressing prison creatures. At this moment, almost no one, including the warden, knew what kind of surprise this mysterious young man in a mask would bring them next.

And at this moment, Bai Ye is more solemn in his heart. Regarding the rules of the life and death field, there were still some records on the stone tablet outside the soul suppression prison, and he remembered that one of the points of this record was that every time the number of life and death field victories exceeded 100, the enemy against in the next stage would be stronger than the original stage.

............

"Do you want to take on a challenge from the next Soul Eater?"

However, while thinking about it in the white night, that unusually cold voice sounded again. In the darkness and emptiness of the building, the sound reverberates constantly, giving people a creepy feeling at all times.

And Bai Ye plundered the loser's life through the Shura Dao without a trace, and then he raised his head indifferently and said in the same tone as the voice.

"I accept. ”

From the moment he said this, countless pairs of eyes burst into excitement, and this also means that today's most ornamental fights can continue to be performed for them as audiences.

This will be a game of survivors.

............

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