Blood, sprinkled indiscriminately, splashed all over the arena, one after another fighting slaves fell, and a person, soaked in blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and he walked out of a corpse with a desperate, suffocating aura.

"Maniac!"

"Maniac!"

......

The screams swept through the arena like a tidal wave, and at this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on him.

The rest of the fighting slaves, looking at Ye Ling, all looked trembling, with a look of fear in their eyes, a group of dozens of people, actually retreating, they were afraid, this one person was simply a person who could not be defeated.

Ye Ling looked at the fighting slaves who were still alive in the arena, the corners of his mouth pursed slightly, and a smile overflowed, a group of fighting slaves trembled in their hearts, a sharp blade, and a person covered in blood had rushed towards them.

"Whew!"

The short blade passed through the heart of a fighting slave, bringing up a puddle of blood, and the next moment it smeared through the throat of another person, and the blood sprayed, it was already a one-sided slaughter, one person chased a group of people to kill.

No one dared to resist, and they didn't know how to resist, and there was only fear left in their hearts.

"Whew!"

The last fighting slave, looking at a blood-stained short blade on his chest, with a face of fear, slowly fell, a fighting arena was silent, and the next moment, a heaven-shattering scream sounded.

"Crazy!" "Crazy!" "Crazy!"

The sound shook a fighting arena, it was no longer a madman, but a mad demon, crazy as a demon, one person, slaughtering the entire arena, it was too shocking, too exciting, at this moment, everyone wrote down Ye Ling.

A piece of corpse, a piece of blood, Ye Ling raised his head, the blood in his eyes slowly faded, and he returned to the silence that made people tremble, holding a short blade, looking around, indifferent.

Spirit stones, fresh meat, wound medicine...... All kinds of things rained down from the sky and smashed on Ye Ling's body, Ye Ling didn't move a step, just stood faintly, as if he was independent of the world.

"Woo-ra!"

For a long time, on the top of the arena, the ten wellheads were opened, Ye Ling glanced at it lightly, found the wellhead when he came, stepped into it, and disappeared above the arena.

He didn't take any healing medicine, spirit stones, and fresh meat, as if he was indifferent to everything in the world, and he was really a madman, so it made countless people scream for him.

In the cold, dark prison, Ye Ling walked up a long staircase and came here again, followed by a masked man holding a chain, there was silence all the way, and he was slightly away from him.

Even the jailers in the prison were still afraid of Ye Ling, and they were also afraid of Ye Ling's madness.

One person, daring to slaughter a fighting arena, such a madman, even if he has no spiritual power, can still make people feel afraid.

In the prison, compared to the first time, there are many fewer people, more than ninety percent of the people have died, ten days, thousands of people have died, the abyss slave field, this is an abyss.

"Smack!"

The cell door opened, Ye Ling walked in, the jailer looked at Ye Ling, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything, glanced at the other people in the cell, and left.

"You're back?"

As soon as the jailer left, a voice sounded, it was a tall and thin man, looking at Ye Ling, it seemed that he was a little surprised, and the thin old man, the timid young man, and some people around him also looked at Ye Ling.

Ye Ling, a person who looked a little gentle and elegant, with a hint of scholarly atmosphere, almost no one could think that he could survive, but in the end, he really came back alive.

Ye Ling looked at the three people in the prison, and then glanced at the people around him, a smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth, with a little coldness, which made a group of people startled, and the next moment, Ye Ling smiled.

"Fluke. ”

There were only two words, summing up everything, Ye Ling sat on the ground again, still as before, sitting cross-legged, entering the cultivation, and the people around him looked at him, all stunned for a while.

By the skin of one's teeth?

On the battlefield, there is only life and death, a hundred people, only ten people can survive, and there will be luck?

A group of people looked at the blood all over their bodies, their eyes were slightly condensed, and they didn't look at things like fresh meat and wound medicine on Ye Ling's body, their brows were slightly furrowed, and there were doubts in their expressions, but they didn't ask much.

Grievances, a lot, very strong, people who come to the Abyss Slave Fighting Field, whether they are slaves or audiences, have a lot of grievances in their hearts, and in just ten days, he has accumulated more grievances than he has accumulated in a year.

When the scuffle was over, silence returned to the prison, and in the dark, dayless cell, I could not feel the passage of time, I don't know how long it took, and when some of the seriously injured people were about to die, someone finally came.

A black-clothed masked man, followed by a group of people holding chains, stood in the corridor of the prison, and everyone in the prison opened their eyes and looked at him, except for Ye Ling.

Still cultivating, the man in black came, but he still didn't pay attention to it, and didn't even glance at it, the man in black glanced at him, his eyes condensed slightly, and then he looked away.

"In the last melee, there were 10,000 slaves in the Abyss Slave Fighting Field, and only 889 people survived. ”

"There are still ninety-one people left in our No. 7 prison, that is, ninety-one, start choosing the number now, No. 1, who wants it?"

The man in black said, his eyes casually looked at Ye Ling, but Ye Ling was still cultivating, as if he hadn't seen him, he stared at the others.

"Me. ”

There was silence in the prison for a long time, and a person said, it was none other than a tall and thin man who was in a prison with Ye Ling, and walked a few steps slightly, looking at the man in black, and the man in black looked at him, his eyes swept over Ye Ling, and then swept to the people around him, his expression was slightly condensed.

"There are no other people, the higher the ranking, the more things you will get, food, medicine, you will get several times as many as others, don't you really want to grab it?"

The man in black said, the surrounding slaves looked at him, and then looked at the tall and thin man, but no one spoke, No. 1, and finally fell on the tall and thin man, and more than two hundred became No. 1, representing the strongest person in this prison.

"Who wants number two?"

"Number 3 ......"

One by one, the number was sent to the last number, the ninety-one, everyone looked at Ye Ling, the number in front was gone, and Ye Ling should have become the ninety-first, representing the weakest person in the prison.

The man in black took a deep look at Ye Ling, didn't say much, looked around for a while, and continued.

"From this day forward, you will be free to challenge anyone at will, even across the prison, to take their number, to take everything they have, and within ten days, there must be a battle, otherwise they will be wiped out. ”

"Finally, I wish you all to live longer, remember, in the Abyss Slave Arena, you can only live after winning. ”

The man in black said, looked around at the group of people, then glanced at Ye Ling, and left.

(End of chapter)