"Monster!"

Not far from Ye Ling, in a prison, a fighting slave saw this scene, with a look of fear, one person and one demon, two Ye Ling looked at him, and the corners of their mouths overflowed with a smile.

"Boom!"

The prison shattered, and the demon Ye Ling walked into the prison and directly crushed the throat of this fighting slave.

The essence in the corpse surged out, all of them were devoured by the demon body Ye Ling, and the soul was devoured by the human body Ye Ling, and in just an instant, a corpse directly turned into an empty shell.

Demon Body Ye Ling, his cultivation is just devouring, through continuous devouring to gain powerful power, unable and unreasonable, killing, blood, death, this is the only law of the Demon Body to be strong.

"There's no need to escape, there is a formation laid by the Venerable in the Abyss Fighting Slave Field, and you can't escape. ”

Behind, a voice sounded, it was a steward of the Abyss Slave Fighting Field, looking straight at Ye Ling in the aisle, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and the next moment, he saw the demon Ye Ling in the prison again, and his expression trembled.

"You ......"

Two people, with the same face, the same smile, and indifference in the mockery, made him suffocate in the bottom of his heart.

How could there be two people, one seemed to be the scar slave who had just appeared in the arena, and the other was a demon, what happened, what kind of monster was this?

"Whew!"

A sword, seven attributes contained in it, as if incorporated into a world, slashed straight at him, his expression was shocked, a bamboo stick appeared in his hand, and it was pulled out violently, and a piece of air collapsed.

"Bang!"

With a blow, a powerful force struck, his body shook, and he involuntarily took half a step back, a touch of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Ye Ling, with a look of shock on his face.

Ye Ling retreated more than a dozen steps in a row, smashed the door of a prison, and a crack appeared on the ground, under one blow, it seemed that he had the upper hand and had an absolute advantage, but he was a cultivator of Tianwu Ninefold, and Ye Ling was only Tianwu Sixfold, and he actually blocked his full blow.

Stunned for a moment, Ye Ling stepped forward again, turned into a sword shadow, split a piece of prison in two, and slashed at him, his eyes were fixed, the bamboo stick swept, and then met Ye Ling.

"No matter who you are or what your background is, you can't live or die when you enter my abyss slave fighting field. ”

He said, the bamboo stick trembled slightly, there was a strange movement, as if it was affecting something in the space, and a little crack was slightly born in the space, this stick was extremely terrifying.

Ye Ling's expression froze, the sword momentum in his hand changed, and the sword intent in the turbulent waves calmed down suddenly, and it was a little terrifying, which made people's hearts suffocate, and the next sword had turned into a hidden sword.

"Burial Sword Pose!"

A faint voice sounded, and a sword, as if it was very light, very slow, and as if it was very fast, so fast that it was terrifying, slashed at the old man.

"Woo-ra!"

A sword and a stick, staggered in the air, Ye Ling's body trembled, a mouthful of blood spit out, the old man also retreated, and took dozens of steps on the ground before stopping, and in the abdomen, a hideous and terrifying wound appeared, almost splitting his body in two.

"Such a strong sword, it is by no means something that a fighting slave can make, you are not a fighting slave, who are you?"

The old man looked at Ye Ling and asked, the next moment, his body trembled, and he looked at his chest, it was a hand that penetrated him from behind him, and there was a terrifying demonic aura in his hand, which was frantically eroding his body.

He made a fatal mistake, he forgot that there was not only one Ye Ling here, but also Ye Ling, and this hand was the hand of Ye Ling, who was full of demonic energy, and directly extinguished his vitality.

"You're a demon. ”

He turned his head slightly, saw the demon body Ye Ling behind him, his face trembled, and said, and then gradually lost his life.

The essence of the whole body instantly overflowed, and the hand that pierced his body merged into the demon body Ye Ling, and his soul was also devoured by the human body Ye Ling, and like that fighting slave, it turned into an empty shell.

"The third child!"

Not far away, the wind was loud, as if several figures were approaching at a rapid pace, and the two Ye Ling glanced at the deep aisle, and the demon body Ye Ling turned into a dark shadow and merged into Ye Ling's pupils.

The dark Dao intent was running, and Ye Ling seemed to melt into the darkness and swept towards the depths of the Abyss Slave Fighting Field.

"Ahh

"The third child is dead, it's that demon, we must catch him and avenge the third child. ”

Later, there were a few angry roars, and the other four Abyss Slave Arena stewards had already discovered the corpse.

The night was very deep, there was silence in the abyss slave fighting field, the faint smell of blood flowed, under the dim light, everything was blurry, and a figure was moving, all looking for Ye Ling.

People, more and more people are dying, people are dying all the time, a demon appeared in the abyss slave field, but it seems that some abnormal changes have occurred, this demon has sanity.

Prison No. 7, the deepest prison, four fighting slaves, a tall and thin old man, a thin old man, and a timid young man, all looked at the young man in the corner of the prison with solemn expressions.

entered the arena, as long as he survived, he would be brought back by the man in black, and he came back alone, directly smashed the iron door with a punch, and walked in, still cultivating on his knees as before.

What happened, they didn't know, but they could see that Ye Ling had changed a little compared to before he appeared, and those eyes seemed to be deeper, so deep that it made people tremble a little.

The iron door was open, but no one dared to go out, they just watched, as if they were afraid of the door.

Long

"What, are you afraid?" A voice sounded, and the three of them looked at Ye Ling, Ye Ling was looking at the three of them, and the three of them looked at the wide open iron door, and were silent.

"It's useless, we are all fighting slaves, we are locked in spiritual power, we are not qualified to fight with them at all, and we can only die when we go out. ”

The thin old man said, looking at the wide open iron door, there was a touch of decadence in his eyes, and a touch of unwillingness, and shook his head.

"Compared with them, we are too weak, we can't win, we can only die if we escape, we are fighting slaves, this is our life, humble life, fighting for that little hope. ”

"We don't know who you are, if you want to go, we can't stop you, if you want to go, let's go. ”

The three of them looked at Ye Ling with a condensed expression, Ye Ling looked at the three of them, and then looked at the surrounding fighting slaves, a smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth, a smile that made his heart tremble and suffocate.

"If I can unlock your spirit locks and kill those stewards in the Abyss Slave Fighting Field, do you dare to leave?"

The faint words rang out in the prison, making a group of fighting slaves startled and looked at Ye Ling.

Unlocked the spirit lock and killed a few stewards of the Abyss Slave Fighting Field, how could it be possible, could it be ......

They looked at Ye Ling and looked at Ye Ling's neck, there was no more spirit sealing lock there, and his lock was broken.

(End of chapter)