For Ye Ling, time has passed a day and a night, and for them, time has always been stagnant, one day and one night, just between opening and closing.

In the cold, dark cell, I couldn't feel the passage of time, and I didn't know how much time had passed, but I knew that the man with the ghost mask had come to the prison several times.

Long

"What's your name and where are you from?" The tall and thin man looked at Ye Ling and the three of them and asked, all three of them looked stunned, glanced at each other, and the old man looked at the tall and thin man.

"Mu San, from the Storm Slave Arena, has won twenty fights and was sent here. ”

The old man said, in just one sentence, stating his past, he was also a slave fighting slave in the slave arena, won twenty games, and was sent here.

"Stone, Splitter Slave Fight, won twenty fights, was brought here, and they told me that if I could win again, I would be able to get out of here at last. ”

The young man said, looking at the tall and thin man, there was a hint of cowardice in his expression, as if he was a little afraid.

In the end, the tall and thin man looked at Ye Ling, and the young and old men also looked at Ye Ling, here, if it was the only person who was not from the slave fighting field, it was Ye Ling.

"My name is Scar Slave, some people say that I am from a place called the Blood Demon Slave Arena, but I don't think I should be, my mother is the palace master of the Immortal Palace, ruling thousands of heavens and earths, and there are countless people who roam the void and turn the world upside down, calling me the master......"

Ye Ling said, and his words attracted the eyes of the surrounding prisoners, and they were all stunned for a while when they looked at Ye Ling.

"Maniac!"

In the end, I don't know who said it, Ye Ling was called a madman by them.

No one calls Ye Ling a slave anymore, only knows that Ye Ling is a madman, a complete madman, saying that he is not from the slave arena, and that he is the master of the Kuangshi Immortal Palace.

Of course, this is just a small episode, and in the prison, there is more silence, cold, bloody smell.

Maybe half a month, maybe a month, someone came to the prison, no longer a person who patrolled the prison, but a person with a black mask, and the whole person seemed to melt into the darkness.

"This is the Abyss Slave Arena. ”

As he spoke, the voice spread throughout the overlapping prisons, and a man awoke from the darkness and cold, opened numb, bloodstained eyes, and looked at him.

"Here, there is only one rule, the winner lives, the weak die, and if you want to live, you can only win. ”

He said, his voice was cold, it was so cold that it made people shiver, with a gust of fishy wind, it blew through a prison, he should have killed many people, and the strong evil aura on his body made people almost suffocate.

"Do you see the number on your body, this is your code name, in the future, in the Abyss Slave Arena, your name is this number, and the past will be forgotten. ”

"Ten thousand, you can only survive ten people in the end, and the last ten people who survive will be able to get out of here alive, and from then on, you will no longer be slaves, you will receive supreme glory, you will become human beings, and you will get everything that you have never been able to get. ”

The voice was very low, with a fatal temptation, which made the eyes of countless people in the prison reveal blood red.

The Abyss Slave Fighting Field, this is an abyss, a purgatory field, but in the same way, for many people, this is also a place of opportunity, and this is the only place where they can change their fate.

Death is not terrible, it is terrible not to know why they live, this is a place where they can see hope, even if it is death, purgatory, they have to come.

"Finally, I would like to tell you, remember, here, there are no friends, no family affection, only enemies, everyone is an enemy, and only killing and death are the only laws of life. ”

The voice passed through the prisons one by one, and the eyes of everyone in the prison revealed coldness, even the young man not far in front of Ye Ling, there was a trace of blood in his timid eyes, although it was only a flash, it was seen by Ye Ling.

The young man is not as cowardly as he seems, but he can be bullied, everything may just be his disguise, including the old man who looks old and weak, maybe he is also pretending.

They are all people who were killed from their respective slave arenas, no one will be simple, Ye Ling can pretend to be crazy, and they can't pretend to be others, here, no one can be underestimated.

"In three hours, today's battle will begin, and there will be ten battles today, randomly selected. ”

The black-clad masked man said, his gaze swept over the prisons one by one, across each one, and then turned around and slowly left the prison, where silence returned.

In three hours, there will be ten battles, twenty people will play, and in the end only ten people will survive, and the other ten will die, and whoever will play will be possible, everyone in the prison will be possible.

The tall and thin man sat on the side, quiet, just staring at the dark aisle, not knowing what he was thinking, one hand retracted into his sleeve, and the other hand became a claw, buckled to the ground, and a trace of blood flowed out.

There seemed to be a hint of fear on the face of the timid young man, and he squatted in the corner of the prison, looking at the tall and thin man, a deep, dark prison, and his body was trembling slightly.

The old man was slumped on the ground, his eyes were foggy, and his mouth was slurred, as if he was saying something.

In this way, Ye Ling is the most normal person, sitting in the prison, calm, closing his eyes and concentrating, as if he is meditating and cultivating, but for others, Ye Ling is the most abnormal person.

The people here, everyone wears a lock spirit lock, and the spiritual power in the body is suppressed, not to mention the accumulation of spiritual power, even the spiritual power in the body has already dried up, and Ye Ling's appearance is that he is a madman.

Three hours, surprisingly long, like a long night, finally came to the sound of the prison again.

The man in the black mask, he reappeared, standing in the aisle, like a shadow, making people tremble.

Behind him was a group of people, also masked, metallic and slightly oppressive, and they held chains in their hands, huge chains, with the slightest trace of blood.

"Three hours later, the next person whose name I read came out with me. ”

He said, his gaze swept over a prison, and a faint light made the expressions of a group of people in the prison tremble slightly.

"Seven!"

Behind him, he said, a man with chains came out and opened a cell, and at the door of the cell stood a man, a savage man, with a "seven" character printed on his prison uniform.

The chains were put on his body, like a livestock tied, and there was a murderous surge in the eyes of the big man, but he didn't dare to move.

(End of chapter)