Chapter 301: The Man in the Mirror

Today's reincarnation array is not only destroying the body, but also the soul, just in an instant, the two old men are eliminated in the reincarnation array, coming without roots, and leaving without roots.

A prison disappeared, burying the two stewards of the Abyss Fighting Slave Field, and the two powerhouses of the peak of Tianwu.

The terrifying power swept out and spread in all directions, making the entire Abyss Fighting Slave Field tremble, and countless people looked in the direction of Prison No. 7 with shocked expressions.

"Big brother!"

"Second brother!"

On the battlefield, an old man slashed a fighting slave with a knife, looked in the direction of Prison No. 7, his face was angry, and the aura around him surged, shaking a group of people around him out and rushing towards Prison No. 7.

In the darkness, a figure swept towards him, wrapped in demonic energy, tearing a piece of air apart.

"It's you. ”

The old man was startled, echoed, and slashed at the demon body Ye Ling, the demon body Ye Ling's eyes were dead, and he did not avoid it, and he went straight to this knife, and grabbed the old man directly with one hand.

Not afraid of death, fighting for his life, there is only a darkness in his eyes, and there is only madness and cruelty in his eyes, which makes the old man's expression shocked, and the knife is deflected, facing the claw of the demon body Ye Ling.

"Woo-ra!"

The knife seemed to cut into the hand of the demon body Ye Ling, but it was not fatal, it only brought up a piece of blood, and the next moment, the demon body swept towards him again, and his lips opened slightly, as if he was going to devour him.

"Look for death!"

The old man shouted, and changed from holding the knife with one hand to holding the knife with both hands, and slashed down with a knife.

Looking at this scene, the corners of the demon Ye Ling's mouth rolled and smiled, a heart-shaking smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, making him suffocate in the bottom of his heart, and the next moment, a sword passed through his heart.

His eyes were stunned, he turned his head slightly, and saw another person, who was also Ye Ling, except for the demonic energy, temperament, and even the smile all over his body.

"How could it be ......"

He said, with a reluctant face, looking at Ye Ling behind him, and then at the demon body Ye Ling, and slowly fell.

The life essence of the whole body was devoured by the demon body leaf spirit, and the soul was devoured by the human body leaf spirit and turned into an empty shell.

"Monster!"

Around, a group of people said in horror, and the next moment, the shadow passed by, and there was no sound.

"And the last one. The two Ye Ling glanced at each other, then looked in one direction in unison, said together, and then walked together to the core of the Abyss Slave Fighting Field.

In the depths of the Abyss Slave Fighting Field, a stone platform stood, on which sat an old man cross-legged, surrounded by people one by one, all dressed in black, surrounded by blood.

After a long time, the old man on the stone platform opened his eyes, and his eyes were blood-red, full of hatred and anger.

"Eldest brother, second brother, third brother, fifth brother, I will definitely avenge you and kill him. ”

He said, with a hideous face, he took out a mirror, wiped his hand, and another world appeared on the mirror, different from the world of the Abyss Slave Fighting Field, it seemed to be a courtyard.

"Situ Si, what's the matter?" A person appeared in front of the mirror, a middle-aged man, waving a feather fan, with a calm and natural atmosphere, and said lightly.

"Mansion Master, help!"

Situ Si shouted directly, knelt down on the stone platform, and looked at the person in the mirror, his expression trembling.

The man in the mirror seemed to be silent for a moment, then looked at him, his gaze slightly fixed.

"What?"

"Mansion master, there is a demon in the abyss slave fighting field, this demon has sanity, released all the fighting slaves, killed countless of us, big brother, they were all killed by him. ”

Situ Si said, with hatred in his eyes, and said, the person in the mirror glanced at him, and there was a trace of doubt in his expression.

"Demons?"

He said, as if thinking about something, Situ Si knelt on the stone platform, no matter what he said, he just waited.

Long

"Hold him back, I'll send someone here, no matter what kind of demon, he'll kill him, you ......"

The person in the mirror said, and before he finished speaking, the person in the mirror suddenly stopped, not only him, but the entire stone platform, including Situ Si, all the people looked in one direction.

There was a man standing there, or rather a demon more appropriately, with his hair flying wildly, dark pupils, a suffocating dead silence, surrounded by a terrifying demonic aura.

"Demons, only one in hundreds of millions of people can appear, and there is really a demon ...... in the Abyss Slave Fighting Field."

The person on the mirror stared at Ye Ling and said, the next moment, a sword directly pierced a mirror, and the figure on the mirror disappeared instantly, and on the other side, another Ye Ling appeared.

"Two demons, no, one person and one demon, exactly the same, what kind of monster are you?"

The old man on the stone platform stood up and looked at Ye Ling with a trembling face, and the dozens of black-clothed people around him were also shocked.

"My name is Ye Ling. ”

Two Ye Ling, two voices sounded at the same time, there was a weird and calm feeling, and a group of people trembled in their hearts.

Ye Ling?

Their expressions were shocked, and the next moment, the old man on the stone platform looked startled, and looked at Ye Ling with a look of disbelief.

"You are Ye Ling, the husband of the princess of the royal elegy of the North Palace, aren't you in the Taixuan Palace?"

The old man said, the faces of a group of black-clothed people changed color together, if you talk about Ye Ling, they are a little strange, but Beigong Elegy, there is no one in the entire Taixuan Palace who does not know.

The first beauty in Taixuan City, the princess of the royal family of the North Palace, the object of admiration of countless people in Taixuan City, but in the end, she married someone who had never heard of her, which shocked countless people.

Later, many people checked the origin of this person, and finally found the Taixuanwu Mansion, the Shenglong Venerable, he was actually the apprentice of the Shenglong Venerable, and the Shenglong Venerable accepted the apprentice after Qi Ming.

Such a person is indeed qualified to marry Princess Elegy, but they are still unwilling, and they ask around about Ye Ling's whereabouts, but there is no news at all, this Ye Ling enters the Taixuan Palace as if he has disappeared.

But he didn't expect that he actually appeared in the Abyss Slave Fighting Field, became a Fighting Slave, and fell into the devil.

A group of people looked shocked, and the next moment they suddenly came back to their senses and looked at the two Ye Ling, the demon body Ye Ling had turned into a demon shadow and swept towards them, unstoppable, bloody all the way.

On the other side, the human body Ye Ling swung his sword, one step at a time, one sword at a time, and several people died with each step, this was a one-sided slaughter, and there was no resistance at all.

It's just the cultivation of the Tianwu Sixfold, but it makes a group of Tianwu Sevenfold, and even the Heavenly Martial Eightfold warriors powerless to fight, and such combat power makes a group of people almost desperate.

But in a moment, there was only one person left, on the stone platform, Situ Si looked at Ye Ling, there was no fear on his face, but calmed down, looking at Ye Ling, a smile appeared on his face.

"Ye Ling, the apprentice of the Venerable Shenglong, the princess of the royal family of the North Palace, I can't imagine that a person like you would come to the Abyss Slave Fighting Field to be a slave fighter, but you still can't escape death. ”

He said, pulling out a knife, a knife that seemed to be soaked in blood, with an air of death and despair.

(End of chapter)