The black slave watched in a daze as the people from the underworld rushed towards him, completely giving up the idea of resisting, just staring at the obsidian and refusing to look away.

He watched as Obsidian grabbed Yama's collar weakly and whispered, "Let him go." ”

The black slave snorted, laughed loudly, kept laughing, tears laughed, the vision of laughter was blurred, and then he turned his head and flew away, where else could he go now?

The black slave walked among the clouds, and suddenly as if he thought of something, he quietly returned to the underworld and entered the Shura Palace.

Yama Temple.

At a critical moment, the Soul Eater Bell split into two and protected Obsidian, who was not in serious danger except for some internal injuries.

It's a pity that Obsidian has been asleep for three or four days, but there is no sign of waking up.

Obsidian felt like he was in a cloud, staggering, and could hear the voices of the people around him, but he couldn't open his eyes.

His consciousness kept wandering, and finally, he felt that he could control his body, and when he opened his eyes, he found that in front of him, the door was hung with a plaque that read Shura Temple.

Shura, Yama, just one word difference.

Obsidian walked inside, it was empty and looked like it had been uninhabited for a long time.

Obsidian walked down the corridor and continued to walk forward, the sides of the corridor were hung with jagged white veils, which would shake slightly when the wind blew slightly.

At the end of the corridor, he saw a man playing chess with his back to him, who seemed to hear his footsteps, looked back at him and smiled, "You're here...... ”

The man's face was the same as his, and while Obsidian was shocked, he sat down slowly as if he had made an appointment with him.

Shura Temple.

The black slave looked at the old scene, and couldn't help but recall the past, and in a daze, he closed his eyes.

The most taboo thing for people living in this world, especially the superiors, is the impurity of the bloodline, and it is even worse in the demon world and the demon realm, so like those half-demons and half-demons, they are also the most unspeakable existence in their race, and the demon world is naturally much better than the demon realm.

The half-demons in a miserable situation are destined to live as slaves in this life as soon as they are born, and they can only be vassals of others in this life, and the half-demons who are good at fighting will inevitably become a fun trick in the eyes of those so-called superiors.

The slave fighting field in the Demon Realm is famous in the Five Realms for fun, violent, bloody, and dark, as long as you are powerful, you are powerful, or you are strong enough, in this place, you can come however you want.

In the slave arena, the strong is the rule.

There is also an unwritten rule in the slave fighting field, which is full every day, and the officials can buy their favorite half-demon slaves to participate in the life and death competition, and after winning the competition, the money for buying the slave can be doubled.

And those who can afford to buy slaves often look down on those who have money, they just want to vent through this competition, to prove their ability, power, and status.

The black slave was the most popular half-demon slave in the slave arena at that time, and he never lost the competition he participated in.

The strength behind those who can choose black slaves can be imagined.

Once again, the slave was chosen, and he was going to participate in the so-called life-and-death competition, and the slave couldn't tell how he felt, and participating in this competition was now just a routine for him.

While his heart was slowly numb, there was also endless boredom.

"Come on, come on, come on!"

"One, one, what are you doing in a daze, hurry up!"

"Lao Tzu spent money to let you contribute, what are you doing if you don't move, quickly give Lao Tzu a ......"

No matter how the people around him screamed, the black slaves were unmoved.

The beard of the gold lord who spent the money trembled, and he stepped forward and wanted to kick the black slave on the battle platform, the black slave flashed slightly, and the gold master confiscated it, and fell into the crocodile pool next to the battle platform.

In a small attic at the front of the battle platform, some people have been silently watching the situation on the field.

A big man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a burly and tall biao-shaped man, wearing a dark gray brocade robe, the four beast patterns on the brocade robe, those who know a little bit know that it is the unique material of the Demon Domain Royal, looking at the scene that is completely different from what he thought.

Demon Flame, the Great Prince of the Demon Domain, cautiously glanced at the faces of the people around him, beckoned impatiently, and the little guy beside him immediately stepped forward, "What's the matter with this slave?" ”

Xiao Wu smiled, "If you go back to the eldest prince, this slave's temper is like this, but it has also attracted a lot of officials, isn't it?" ”

The man next to Demon Flame played with the wine glass in his hand and smiled, "It's okay, keep watching!" ”

Demon Flame raised his eyebrows, and saw that the slave really hadn't swept the interest of the people around him, so he whispered a few words to the little girl, and the little girl was stunned for a moment, and went downstairs with a pout.

The battle platform below began to clear again.

Demon Flame laughed a few times and said, "Don't forget what you promised me to have fun with you, and you're going to teach me those tricks." "Demon Flame just thought that he had learned those few tricks, and the whole person became excited, looking like a martial idiot, the Great Prince of the Demon Domain is famous for his enthusiasm for martial arts.

The man squinted at Demon Flame, "You, what's your bad idea?" ”

Demon Flame continued to laugh, motioning for him to look at the battle platform.

The battle platform was rearranged, the field was expanded several times, and a hundred pure-blooded demon domain dead soldiers entered the field one after another, and the black slaves were also escorted into the battle platform.

The man slowly focused his gaze and muttered, "A hundred pure-blooded demons, against a half-demon?" "Who in the world doesn't know, this impure bloodline is very different from the exercises of a pure blooded person, and that half-demon can be said to have no way out! Now, it's really interesting.

As a result, the atmosphere in the field was even more ignited.

"Ahhh

"One, one, one hundred!"

"Damn half-demon, die, die!"

"That is, how can it be possible to defeat our purebreds?"

"Die, die, die!"

………

Screaming and scolding mingled.

There was a sound of "dang", and the dead soldiers began to gather into several small phalanxes to attack the black slave in turn, and the black slave was still stunned, but when the dead man attacked, he dodged slightly.

His thoughts gradually returned, and the black slave looked at the pile of people in front of him, as if he had seen a group of dead corpses, and attacked them directly, his movements were crisp and neat, and a large number of dead soldiers really became dead corpses.

This was not the same as what Demon Flame thought, and he waved his hand in displeasure, beckoned the little guy, whispered a few words, and let the little guy go downstairs.

Not long after the little guy went down, the dead man retreated slightly, and a group of twelve, thirteen, or fourteen-year-old slaves were pushed into the field, and the person next to Demon Flame subconsciously frowned, "Demon Flame!" ”

Demon Flame didn't notice the change in the man's aura, but just pointed to the battle platform and said, "Don't worry, you can take a look." ”

The dead soldiers began to attack those little slaves, one after another, scattered and chased in all directions, and the black slaves were really stunned for a moment, clenching their teeth, damn it!

Seeing that the dead man was about to pierce the chest of a little slave with one hand, the black slave hurriedly dodged over and blocked it with his back, and the expected bloody scene did not happen.

The dead man's movements stopped in mid-air, and then, taking a few steps back, he blew himself up.

The man beside Demon Flame also quietly got up and said, "From tomorrow, I don't want to see this place again!" ”

Demon Flame also immediately got up, scratched the back of his head in annoyance, and kept up with the man's pace, "Oops, don't be angry! "Really, you accidentally got away with it, huh?

Not a soul was there.

The black slave finally breathed a sigh of relief, he subconsciously glanced at the location of the attic, and hugged the trembling and tearful child in his arms tightly.