The cold iron ladder goes up, about a few dozen meters, is the wellhead, the entrance of the slave fighting field.

"Kill!"

As soon as he walked out of the well, he was greeted by a shout like a wave, sweeping in, making Ye Ling's expression condense.

This is a ring-shaped arena, hundreds of meters long and wide, surrounded by a wall dozens of meters high, the wall is covered with sharp blades, stained with black and red blood, and an iron net, shrouding the sky above the high wall.

On top of the high wall, there were people, either sitting or standing, looking at the people who had crawled out of the well, shouting, their eyes full of crimson and a hint of cruelty.

They are the audience of the Abyss Slave Fighting Field, from all regions, some powerful people, families and the like, in order to seek excitement, standing on the high wall, watching the slave fighting frantically below.

The ten wellheads represent the ten prisons, and each prison has ten people, which is a total of one hundred people.

"Snort~"

As soon as he climbed out of the wellhead, the wellhead behind it was closed, and the black iron fence tightly locked the entrance.

In an instant, the people who came from the prison with Ye Ling all stared at each other and scattered, looking at the people in the arena, their eyes were full of blood, and they were all vigilant.

Only Ye Ling, still standing at the mouth of the well, did not move a step, watching the actions of a group of people, a smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the crowd above the arena, like a wave.

Abyss slave arena, it turns out that this is the value of its existence, with blood, killing, to bring excitement to these people, for the slave fighting slaves in the slave arena, killing, just to live, and for them, just a game, here, humanity is released to the extreme.

From them, Ye Ling was resentful, and the Demon Sutra of Resentment was about to move, as if he wanted to absorb the resentment on these people, Ye Ling's eyes condensed, and suppressed the soul resentment bead in the center of his eyebrows.

"I don't need to say more about the rules, only ten of you can live, and within an hour, if you have more than ten people alive, you will all die. ”

In the same way, if the last ten have been decided within an hour, it is a direct end. ”

A voice sounded, surrounding the arena, and came out of the ears of every fighting slave, all the fighting slaves were staring, and their eyes showed murderous intentions, and they were separated in various places in the arena.

didn't move, a hundred fighting slaves, all watching, looking at everyone in the arena, no one dared to move.

They are not familiar with each other, they don't know who is strong and who is weak, and they don't dare to do it easily, once they do it, they just win, and if they lose, they will die directly, and if they are injured, they will almost die.

This is a melee, the best way is to avoid the war, not to fight, to retain strength, and finally to shoot, many people are this idea, but the limit of an hour in the rules is to let them have to shoot in the end, no one wants to die, in order to live, they can only fight.

Ye Ling's face was calm, standing at the mouth of the well, his eyes swept around, but he was not looking at the surrounding fighting slaves, but at the layout of the arena, the resentment here was too strong, if he could absorb the resentment here, the cultivation of the Demon Sutra of Resentment might be faster.

"Kill!"

"Tear them apart!"

"Up!"

......

Above, countless people shouted, and their voices swept down like a tide, and the fighting slaves in the arena trembled.

"Smack!"

Someone was smashing things, it was spirit stones, fresh food, as if they were feeding the hungry wolves locked in the wolf pack, and the fighting slaves in the arena finally moved, and they all rushed up to fight for these things.

It was not the spirit stone that was robbed, but the food, and when they grabbed it, they swallowed it directly, and after a period of time, their food could only keep them immortal, and they were already hungry and panicked.

A little food is enough to make them kill each other, and here, they seem to have really turned into wild beasts.

In the arena, except for a few people, almost all of them joined the scramble, and Ye Ling was one of these few people, just standing faintly and not moving.

Hungry, he didn't feel it, when he came, he had taken a pill from the Ascending Dragon Venerable, this pill was enough to maintain his vitality, so there was no need to rob it with these people.

"Khooth!"

Suddenly, a short blade with a scabbard fell from the sky, as if it was done on purpose, and landed in front of Ye Ling, looking at this short blade, Ye Ling's expression froze.

Before he could pick it up, a voice had already sounded in his ears, Ye Ling looked over, it was a middle-aged man with bare arms and a burly figure, with a cold face, walking step by step, and the people around him seemed to be afraid of him and avoided him.

"Get out!"

He saw Ye Ling, and only said this one word, with evil in his eyes, as if Ye Ling dared to say a word, he was about to rush up and tear Ye Ling apart, Ye Ling looked at him and was slightly stunned.

After a moment, he smiled, lowered his body slightly, picked up the short blade on the ground, pulled out the short blade, and looked at the big man.

"You're looking for death. He said, stepping down, a piece of the ground seemed to tremble, and the muscles all over his body were trembling, containing explosive power, Ye Ling looked at him, the short blade was beating between his fingers, and his face was calm.

"Kill him, tear him apart!"

On the high wall, many people saw this scene, and for a moment, many people focused their eyes on the big man, looking at the big man's strong muscles, with an excited face, shouting.

"Roar!"

The big man really roared, like a tiger, and pounced towards Ye Ling, Ye Ling looked cold, took a step back, avoided the big man's killing, and then moved forward.

"Whew!"

A cold light flashed, and the big man's body trembled, looking at Ye Ling, with a look of disbelief, and slowly fell.

Blood, gushing out, the short blade had already slashed through his throat, cutting his life, and for a moment, on the high wall, a group of people were silent for a moment, and then there was a tidal wave of shouts.

The big man seemed to be strong, they shouted, and now, Ye Ling killed the big man with a knife, and the object of their shouting was to change someone, they just wanted the strong, and the dead people, they wouldn't even look at them.

A young man who seemed to be calm, even with a hint of scholarly aura, instantly killed a strong man in their eyes, and still held a sharp blade in his hand, and the surrounding fighting slaves automatically classified Ye Ling as an unprovoked existence, no matter how they fought and killed, they all avoided Ye Ling.

The killing continued, but no one dared to provoke Ye Ling, an area where Ye Ling was standing, there was no one within twenty meters around, and Ye Ling did not take the initiative to provoke, as if he was a bystander, just watching.

He was thinking, why did Venerable Shenglong send him here, why this would be his second stage of cultivation, with his strength, even if he didn't have spiritual power, ordinary people were not his opponents.

(End of chapter)