The faint smell of blood, a little pungent, rushed into Ye Ling's nose, and Ye Ling opened his eyes.

The dry weeds, the bloodstained iron prison, and the smell of decay surrounded Ye Ling, and a wail and scream sounded, here, it seemed to be a prison.

Ye Ling looked around, in the iron prison, in addition to him, there were three other people, a tall and thin man, wearing a bloodstained prison uniform, his expression was distracted, and a number was written on the prison uniform, "Two hundred and seventy-two".

The other was an old man, a young man, all skinny, with blank eyes and fear in their eyes, and they were dressed in the same prison uniforms as tall and thin men, all marked with numbers, one two hundred and seventy-four, one two hundred and seventy-five, as if they had some special meaning.

Ye Ling's eyes froze, and he also looked at his body, which was also a bloodstained prison uniform, as if he had just taken off someone, and then put it on Ye Ling's body.

Two hundred and seventy-one!

The same number is connected with the number of the three people who are only one number short.

Prison uniforms?

Prisoner?

Iron Prison?

Ye Ling looked stunned, where is this, it seems to be a prison cell, how could he come here, a trace of coldness came from his neck, and there was a shackle that locked his neck.

Ye Ling's eyes froze, wanting to break free from this shackle, and he tried hard, but he couldn't break free.

Ye Ling was shocked, what's going on, the shackles around his neck have a formation, it is a lock spirit array, but this kind of formation can't help Ye Ling, Ye Ling has broken the formation in the shackles, but he still can't break free.

The spiritual power in his body couldn't move, as if he was locked by something and imprisoned him.

It is also a formation, the same lock spirit array, it is not comparable to the shackles on the neck at all, this lock spirit array is very subtle and complex, locking the spiritual power of the meridians of Ye Ling's whole body, and even the soul power, making Ye Ling turn into a mortal.

In Taixuan City, there are not many people who can lay down such a lock spirit array, and Ye Ling's first thought is the Ascending Dragon Venerable, who can lay a lock spirit array on his body under the protection of the three swords, and he is the only master.

Sure enough, he knew that letting him come to Nancheng was definitely not just a trip to the first floor, going to the first floor to meet the Beigong Elegy, maybe it was just by the way, he once again fell in love with his way.

"Don't think about breaking free, there is a locking spirit array in this shackle, if you want to break free, unless you are a strong Dao martial artist, or a formation mage who knows how to form a deep formation, you can't break free at all. ”

"If you were a Dao martial powerhouse, or a formation mage, you wouldn't come here, but since you're here, just accept your fate. ”

A voice sounded, and it was the tall and thin man, looking at Ye Ling's pensive appearance, shook his head, and said.

Ye Ling looked at him, and then looked around, on the opposite side of the iron prison was also an iron prison, and there were several godless people in it, and in the middle was an aisle, stained with bloodstains, revealing the smell of rot.

"What kind of place is this?" Ye Ling's eyes narrowed slightly, and asked, the tall and thin man glanced at it, and also looked at a bloodstained iron prison, with a trace of fear in his eyes.

"The largest slave arena in Taixuan City, the Abyss Slave Arena, and we are the fighting slaves here, and the number on the prison uniform is the mark representing our identity, you are the two hundred and seventy-one. ”

He said, and in the iron prison, both the young and the old opened their eyes, and there was a hint of despair in their eyes.

Slave fighting arena, fighting slaves, their status is even lower than that of slaves, the purpose of their life is only to fight for the pleasure of others, all cruelty, just to live.

Abyss slave arena, this is actually a slave arena, Ye Ling's expression was shocked, the master actually threw him here, and sealed all his cultivation, do you really want him to be a slave?

"Of the 10,000 fighting slaves, only ten people can get out of the slave arena alive, everyone else has to die, the last batch of fighting slaves are all dead, the last ten have gone out, and we are a new group of people. ”

The tall and thin man said, his face was solemn, and his eyes were full of light, as if he was thinking about something, Ye Ling looked at him and stared.

"10,000 fighting slaves, from one to 10,000 numbers, the higher the ranking, or get better food and medicine, while the people in the back of the queue have no food and no medicine. ”

The tall and thin man said, and at the end, there was a hint of coldness in his voice, and both the young and the old man trembled.

The spiritual power is locked, and they cannot use the spiritual energy to maintain the vitality of the body, here they are like mortals, without food, without medicine, almost a slow death, not killed by people, but starved to death.

"If you want to be at the top, there is only one choice, which is to challenge the person at the top of the ranking, kill him, you can get his number, you become him, and he is directly eliminated. ”

The tall and thin man said, glancing at the number on his chest and a smile on his face.

"Luckily, the numbers on the first day were randomly arranged, we were at the top of the numbers, and we will get a lot of things today, compared to many people, we have the upper hand......"

The tall and thin man said, before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly, and there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor of the dead cell, as if someone was coming, and in the darkness, a pair of eyes were exposed.

"Smack!"

A person, with a knife tied to his body, his upper body bare, wearing a mask, and only revealing a pair of cold eyes, walked slowly, walked past the cell where Ye Ling and the four people were, and threw in a bunch of things.

The tall and thin man, the young man, and the old man rushed up and grabbed it, Ye Ling looked over, it was some food, and there were simple healing pills, and the three of them also saw Ye Ling and were silent.

"We are in the same cell, so we should take care of each other, and these things should have been shared among the four of us, for you. ”

The tall and thin man said, with a smile on his face, he gave Ye Ling a bottle of healing medicine and a little food, the young man and the old man were stunned, hesitated, and gave some to Ye Ling.

Ye Ling looked at the healing medicine and food in front of him, eating, eating, it was just some half-cooked spirit beasts, bloody, and the hair had not been removed, but the three of them seemed to be treasures.

"Have you ever been a fighting slave?" Ye Ling asked, and the three of them looked at Ye Ling in unison, their eyes condensed.

"Weren't you a fighting slave before?" the three of them asked almost together, Ye Ling was stunned, looked at the three of them, and shook his head.

The cell fell silent for a moment, and the three of them took back the healing medicine and food they had given Ye Ling just now, looking at Ye Ling, they no longer had the attitude just now, and replaced it with indifference.

"Except for you, everyone here used to be fighting slaves in various places, showing their strength in their respective fighting slave fields, and then gathered here, you are an outlier here, and the weakest person. ”

The tall and thin man said, his eyes were glowing with a hint of coldness, and the surrounding cells, one after another, converged, and seemed to be looking at Ye Ling, Ye Ling looked at him, was slightly stunned, and smiled.

(End of chapter)