"One hundred and ninety-one!"

Another prison opened, and out came a man, a short, thin young man with fierce eyes, chained, dragged away by the man in his hand.

No. 7, the rough man only had a back left, and slowly disappeared into the dark aisle, a chain, a fighting slave, walking towards an unknown place.

"Two hundred and fifty-one!"

"Three hundred and seventy-eight!"

"Four hundred and fifty-four!"

......

Ten people, ten numbers, the black-clothed masked man stopped, his eyes swept over a prison, and crossed the bodies of the fighting slaves one by one, the corners of his mouth cracked slightly, revealing a cold smile.

"I forgot to tell you that this is the fourth prison, and there are nine other prisons here, and the first day of fighting was not the same as the one you fought in the slave arena. ”

"Ten battles, not one-on-one, but melee, ten people at a time, you will have a hundred people who will play today, ten prisons, that is, a thousand, only a hundred people will survive. ”

The man in the black mask said, and his words made everyone in the prison tremble in their hearts.

Ten battles, not one against one, but melee, ten prisons, ten melees, there will be a thousand people participating, and only a hundred people will survive, and only ten people will survive each melee.

In the melee, there are too many uncertainties, no one can guarantee that they will survive, they didn't expect that at the beginning, the battle was so cruel, and most of the people had to be eliminated directly.

"Remember, no one is left to chance, these ten days, each and every one of you will play, here, in addition to winning, there is only death. ”

The black-clothed masked man said, his cold gaze swept over the prisons one by one, followed by a group of people holding chains and holding slaves, slowly disappearing into the deep prison corridors.

"Smack!"

With the sound of a lock falling, silence returned to the gloomy prison.

In the prison where Ye Ling was, none of the four people were selected, and they escaped temporarily, but no one had a trace of happiness in their hearts, on the contrary, their expressions were even more depressed.

Scrimmage!

This is the most brutal battle, in the melee, there is only ruthlessness, a hundred people, a fighting arena, only ten people can survive, that is a meat grinder, each will do everything to kill the others.

"How can it be a scuffle...... "In the corner, the old man slumped to the ground, his face trembled, and said.

The young man and the tall and thin man looked at him, their expressions were fixed, but they did not speak, only silence.

Ye Ling, still with his eyes closed, sitting cross-legged, as if he was cultivating, but there was no trace of aura fluctuations around him, the tall and thin man glanced at Ye Ling and shook his head slightly.

"Guess, ten days later, after the scuffle is over, how many of the four of us will survive?"

The tall and thin man looked at the timid young man and said, there was blood between his fingers, and there was a trace of fierceness hidden in his expression, the timid young man looked at him, and then looked at the old man and Ye Ling, shook his head, and the tall and thin man looked at him and smiled.

"Perhaps...... You're all going to die. He said, with murder in his eyes and blood dripping from his fingers, and the old man and the cowardly young man looked at him together, and for a moment the atmosphere in the prison almost froze.

The killing intent spread out in the eyes of the cowardly young man and the old man, and the temperament of the two of them changed little by little, there was no cowardice, no weakness, only ruthlessness and cruelty on their faces.

"Hehe, sure enough, you are not simple, a thin young man, an old man with an aging demeanor, you can enter the abyss slave fighting field, which proves that you are more terrible than ordinary people. ”

"I take back my words, we, we will all live, only one will die. ”

The tall and thin man said, looking at the timid young man and the old man, a smile appeared on his face, and the two of them looked at him, did not speak, the breath on his body converged, and fell into silence.

Only one person will die, referring to Ye Ling who is sitting cross-legged in the prison and meditating and cultivating, in the eyes of the three of them, Ye Ling is already dead, and in the first batch of melee, Ye Ling will definitely be eliminated.

Ye Ling heard the words of the three of them, but he still didn't hear them, in the eyes of others, he was like a madman, wearing a spirit lock, but he was still cultivating, doing useless work, and acting like a madman.

But if you look closely, under Ye Ling's eyebrows, under the bottom of your eyes, you can see a wisp of black intent, very faint, almost inaudible, but it is real, and it is sucked into Ye Ling's eyebrows little by little.

This is resentment, a formless and phaseless thing, but the soul resentment bead in Ye Lingmei's heart condenses this power into substance, gathering together, a person, little by little in the soul resentment bead.

The Abyss Slave Arena, this is the best place to cultivate the Demon Sutra of Resentment, the resentment here is too heavy, and everyone, no matter what they seem, has a strong resentment suppressed in their hearts.

Everyone is wearing a spirit seal, they can't feel the changes in the aura, and they can't notice that he is cultivating the Demon Sutra, here, every moment, the cultivation of the Demon Sutra of Resentment is advancing by leaps and bounds.

Demon, for many people, this is a mysterious, terrifying existence, demon, how to cultivate, how to be born, too few people know, in the eyes of the world, demons, is hidden under the darkness of existence, a group of people who have no way, can't, ignore the rules.

Demons, compared to ordinary cultivators, are much stronger, but in comparison, it is too difficult to give birth to a demon.

Thousands of cultivators, it is difficult to give birth to a demon, even if it appears, it will be tolerated by the world, in the eyes of the world, the demon is an alien, and if you enter the demon path, you are not a person.

Demons are evil to evil, not just exaggerated, many of the demons in the world have come out of the sea of corpses and blood, and their hearts are dead, just for madness, for killing, and for desire.

The Demon Sutra of Resentment, just by listening to a name, you can know what kind of existence created this Demon Sutra, and the person who can be suppressed under the Netherworld Hell is definitely not a good stubble.

Ye Ling cultivated this Demon Sutra, it can be said that he entered the Demon Dao in another way, but it is different from ordinary demons, he still has reason, but he has an extra demon body, in essence, he is still Ye Ling.

In the prison, there was a dead silence, for a long time, and finally, there was another voice, the sound of chains mopping the floor, and the sound of blood dripping, and the people in the prison opened their eyes one by one.

Looking into a dark aisle, a masked man with a chain in his hand came slowly dragging something along with a man, a man who was already missing an arm, blood kept pouring out, but he was alive, he survived, he won.

Ten people went, one came back, he was the only one who survived, and the other nine died.

(End of chapter)