The operation of the formation of the Abyss Fighting Slave Arena sealed everyone in the entire Abyss Fighting Slave Field, not only Ye Ling, but also the tens of thousands of spectators and the people of the Abyss Fighting Slave Field.

The night was very deep, and a demon shadow swept in the abyss slave fighting field, harvesting life one by one, and people were dying one by one, but no one could stop this demon shadow.

"Rampant!"

"Dare to wantonly slaughter in my Abyss Slave Fighting Field, is it really ignoring us?"

......

The four abyss slave field stewards looked angry and walked through the prisons one by one, but they couldn't find the magic shadow.

When they focused all their attention on Ye Ling, they didn't find that the fighting slaves in the prison had disappeared and disappeared into the prison.

"Kill!"

A voice sounded in the Abyss Slave Arena, and then the entire Abyss Slave Arena resounded with shouts of killing.

One by one, the fighting slaves rushed out from everywhere, and they actually rushed to the top of the high wall, rushing into the core of the abyss fighting slave field, and the spirit sealing locks on their bodies were all unlocked, and they were reversed.

In an instant, the entire Abyss Fighting Slave Field was in chaos, and the people on the high wall also rushed down the high wall and fought with the fighting slaves, and gradually they couldn't tell who was the fighting slave and who was the person on the high wall.

The blood dyed the Abyss Slave Fighting Arena more and more shockingly, and the killing spread to the entire Abyss Slave Fighting Arena little by little.

"Damn, he opened the prison, broke the spirit lock, and released all the fighting slaves. ”

In one place, the steward of the four abyss fighting slave fields killed a fighting slave, and his face was ugly.

"Old Five, you go to the arena, kill all the slaves on the arena, and maintain order in the arena. ”

"Fourth, go to the Formation Eye, guard the Formation Eye, and summon us immediately if something happens. ”

The old man in purple looked at a few people, his face was solemn, and he commanded, the two nodded, and they scattered separately, the old man in purple glanced at the backs of the two, and then looked into the depths of the prison.

"Let's go find that demon, Prison Seven, who was once held here, and maybe is here. ”

The old man in purple said, and walked to the depths of the prison with another old man, his eyes full of murderous intent.

A prison was empty, and in the deepest iron prison, there was a man sitting cross-legged.

A young man, dressed in prison clothes, with a number marked on it, ninety-one, sitting cross-legged, seemed to be cultivating, heard footsteps, opened his eyes, looked at the two old men, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

Ye Ling said lightly, and in one sentence, the two old men looked at him with a condensed expression.

The same face, the demeanor is exactly the same, but this person is not a demon, it is a person, with a sword by his side, sitting cross-legged, it seems that he has been sitting for a long time, he is waiting for them.

"Who are you?"

The purple-clothed old man stared at him and asked, Ye Ling looked at the two of them, and then looked behind them.

"It's a pity that there are two people missing. Ye Ling said, as if he was talking to himself, which made the old man in purple stare at him.

What does it mean that there are two people missing, does he think that he alone can win the four of them?

He is only a cultivator of the Tianwu Sixfold, even if it is a demon against the sky, it is absolutely impossible to defeat the four Tianwu Ninefold people, even if it is only the two of them, it is enough to kill him.

"It doesn't take four people to kill you, one person is enough, two people, and you will have no chance of surviving. ”

The purple-clothed old man said lightly, with an indifferent face, staring at Ye Ling, his eyes were solemn, as if he was thinking about Ye Ling's identity.

Sitting on the ground, with a sword beside him, even in the face of the two of them, he was still calm, so he really didn't look like a fighting slave, like a swordsman, a swordsman who was indifferent to the world.

"Really?"

Ye Ling smiled, glanced at the two of them, still did not move, the sword on the side trembled slightly, and a sword shadow appeared, and there were seven attributes of heaven and earth in the sword shadow, as if forming a world.

Looking at this scene, the two old men were shocked, and their faces showed a look of jealousy.

"Special sword intent. ”

Attributes cannot coexist, let alone fuse, and in this sword shadow, they saw the sword intent of seven attributes, there was only one possibility, what Ye Ling comprehended was a special sword intent.

Anyone who can comprehend a special sword intent is a genius, and every one of them is a demonic character, unexpectedly, in the abyss slave fighting field, on a fighting slave, they actually saw a special sword intent.

"Sure enough, you are a genius, but unfortunately, you have fallen into the devil and are destined not to be of use to us. ”

"Although I don't know who sent you, as long as you enter the Abyss Slave Fighting Field, you won't be able to leave, I believe that the people behind you must not have told you what forces the Abyss Slave Fighting Farm belongs to. ”

The old man in purple said, with a smile on his face, with a hint of mockery and a hint of pride.

"The Abyss Fighting Slave Field belongs to one of the three divisions, Situ Mansion, who in Taixuan City dares to touch us?"

The purple-clothed old man said, looking at Ye Ling, his eyes were slightly stunned, on Ye Ling's face, he only saw a flash of surprise, that is, there was nothing else, it was still the same indifference.

"You're not afraid, or do you already know that you came here because the Abyss Fighting Slave Field is the power of Situ Mansion?"

The purple-clothed old man asked, looking at Ye Ling, Ye Ling looked at him and smiled, there was a hint of evil hidden in his smile.

"Abyss Slave Fighting Field, I really don't know it's the power of Situ Mansion, but so what?"

Ye Ling said lightly, the sword on his side trembled even more, a piece of space seemed to tremble, cracks were torn out on the ground, the world in the sword was condensed a little, and the two old men looked shocked.

"Rampant!"

The purple-clothed old man said, turning into a fire shadow, burning the air out of a trajectory, sweeping towards Ye Ling, and behind, another old man held a sword, slashed out a misty sword shadow, and also killed Ye Ling.

Looking at the two of them, Ye Ling still sat down calmly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, a smile that made people tremble, and the expressions of the two changed slightly, as if they had noticed something, but it was too late.

In an aisle, one after another sword marks appeared, each sword mark was a kind of sword intent, arranged in an already mysterious trajectory, as if it was touching something in the void, and it was actually fused.

"Not good, go back. ”

The old man in purple shouted, his expression trembled, and the other old man also trembled, on this sword mark, they actually felt the threat of death, this is a formation.

He actually knows the formation, and he has already laid a formation here, just waiting for them to step in.

"This formation is called reincarnation, and you will wait for reincarnation. ”

In the prison, Ye Ling had already stood up, looked at the two old men, said lightly, glanced at it, and turned around directly.

"Boom-"

Behind, with the two old men as the center, more than a dozen sword intents rose in an instant, fused together, and erupted with a destructive force, as if this space was annihilated.

(End of chapter)