It was quiet, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

The whole Black City Square was silent, no one spoke, no one moved, and when the warden spoke, even the guards were trembling, as if they were very afraid.

After waiting for a few seconds, no one responded, and the warden continued to speak slowly, "In that case, then bring out all the prisoners around this mortal on the third floor." The two guards rushed up and brought out several prisoners of the third layer, the third layer were all righteous people who rebelled against the Replenishing Heaven clan, and at this time several people did not beg for mercy, did not panic, but stood up and walked heroically in front of all the prisoners.

"Killed."

The warden waved his hand, and the two guards raised their hands, holding in their hands a special kind of large knife, the edge of which was covered with a faint blue light, which I knew had a special effect, and could wipe out people's souls together.

Several people did not speak, their eyes showed relief, the big knife fell, and directly cut off the heads of several people, and several souls flew out of the body, but they were covered by the blue light on the knife edge and strangled into pieces.

"Search, search the entire black city, and after you find it, you don't need to report it, just kill it." The warden stood in front of the crowd, waved his hand, and countless guards rushed into the ground, I heard messy footsteps, and scattered aura, several guards searched underground for a long time, and suddenly an explosion sounded.

In the northeast corner of the black city, a huge cloud of smoke and dust was exposed, and a man rushed up from the ground, followed by several guards in pursuit. I looked intently, and found that this man was the long-haired man I had seen on the third floor after entering the Black City earlier, sitting on the ground and writing the word "Persistence".

Unexpectedly, I witnessed his rebellion.

I don't know the cause and effect, but when I saw it, he had already risen into the sky, recovered a lot, and even killed several guards.

Straight towards the gate of the Black City, the speed is very fast, and the progress is unstoppable.

The warden didn't move, still standing calmly in front of the prisoner, without expression, without moving, not even the silver wolf beside him didn't react, as if the prisoner who was escaping from prison no longer existed.

This person injured several guards in a row, and rushed to the gate in front of him in the pursuit and interception of countless people, he saw hope, even if he took a step out of the black city, it was a victory, for them, victory was to step out of the black city, stand outside the black city, and smell the air of freedom.

He was getting closer and closer to the gates of the Black City, closer to the hope in his heart.

He unleashed his aura and wounded all the guards guarding the gate, and the moment his hand touched the gate, I saw a flash of swords, followed by a bolt of lightning.

It all happened so quickly that it seemed like a blink of an eye.

The prisoner, who had already touched the gate with his hand, slowly fell, his head cut off, and his head turned into lightning in the silver wolf's mouth, and placed in front of the crowd.

"I don't want to say anything, if anyone dares to escape from the black city, the entire layer of people will be wiped out." After the warden finished speaking, he slowly left with the silver wolf, he seemed to be slow, and he walked gracefully, but at this time, my mind had already begun to recall the rapid knife just now.

I saw this knife clearly, very strong, very fast, more powerful than all the swordsmen I have ever seen.

The fugitive word just now, I think that at least he has the peak strength of Dizun, such a power, he was slashed to death by the warden with a knife, and it was from such a distance, killing people with knife energy, this kind of strength, made my whole person stunned.

Back in the cold, damp and dark cell on the fourth floor, I began to feel a bad feeling in my heart, it was impossible for me to win against such a warden.

At this moment, the door of the cell was opened, and a steamed bun was thrown in, and a piece of paper and pen were thrown in.

Instead of picking up steamed buns, I picked up paper and pen on the ground.

"Fill it out and write down who you're going to team up with, here's the entry form for the underground boxing tournament." The voice of the guard came from outside the cell, and I took advantage of the special eye of heaven to see a few very simple lines written on the paper: The only way to leave the black city is to win a hundred games in a row! Write down the names of your teammates and start fighting tomorrow.

I was stunned, stretched out my hand and wrote with a pen: Spirit Walker. Three words.

I was thrown out of the cell again, and after a while, I heard the guard say, "Another madman." "When I woke up, it was already the next day, and in this fourth cell, I couldn't feel the passage of time, let alone see the sunrise and sunset.

Soon, the door to my cell was opened, and several guards waited at the door, saying to me, "Your game is here, come with us." I stood up, moved my body, and walked out with them.

I saw the sunlight appear on the wall, looking at me with pity in my eyes, and I walked forward step by step, and saw the old man of the Spirit Walker, covered in shackles, looking at me with a smile on his face.

"You really chose me, and you know that in the past, everyone who worked with me died." The Spiritwalker spoke faintly.

"I know, but it doesn't matter, I can't die." I said as I walked out of the house.

It was a long road, all the way up the fourth floor to the ground, and from time to time there were stares all around, and I saw that everyone looked at me with pitiful eyes, like the sun.

"Did you choose a Spiritwalker and commit suicide?" "Oh my God, I chose the Spirit Walker." "Tragedy, it's really a tragedy, you're going to die just after you come in, but it's actually a good thing, so you don't have to endure the pain." I heard voices all around me, and none of them looked at me.

Walking to the ground, there were quite a few people sitting in the distance around the entire central square, most of them were nobles of the Mending Heaven clan, and several of them were wearing luxurious-looking yellow clothes.

The warden sat at a fixed point in the central square, still cold, still silent, but the two long knives in his hands flashed with dazzling light.

"In today's game, the fourth-layer immortal boy and the spirit walker will fight against the third-layer wrestler king and the dervishe. The game starts after 5 minutes, and bets are placed as soon as possible. "There was a guard shouting in the square, very loudly, and the Spiritwalker and I were led backstage and stood in a rudimentary stone cave, with our shackles still on our bodies, and there were still several guards guarding the door.

"Actually, you don't have to come to save me, because you can't save me at all." The Spiritwalker stood at the mouth of the cave, looking out at the sky, his eyes still revealing a yearning for freedom.

"You didn't tell me that there was a warden, such a strong character." I said, stretching out my hands.

"Even if you don't have a warden, you can't save me, the black city has not fallen for tens of thousands of years, but it is not something that a warden can support. Even though his strength is amazing, there have been countless strong people in this black city, but they have not escaped from the black city, just because there are people behind the scenes that we can't see. So, even if I can't see your future and your end, I can already guess that your fate will be completely lost in this black city forever. However, you can rely on defeating your opponents to make your life in the Black City a little better. The Spiritwalker smiled mockingly, and said no more.

I yelled in my heart, I've been so unlucky lately, I've been pitted everywhere I go. If I wasn't curious about the place where the Heavenly Emperor was retreating, I wouldn't have released the Heavenly Emperor, and I wouldn't have triggered a great war, and if there was no great war, the Heavenly Court wouldn't have collapsed, the Heavenly Emperor and the Hundred Miles Changfeng wouldn't have played with my life, and the Hundred Miles Changfeng wouldn't have caught me, and I wouldn't have been inexplicably teleported to the Immortal Continent, and I wouldn't have entered the Black City to find a Spirit Walker to make an ultra-long-distance teleportation array, and then I wouldn't be forced to be a prisoner, and it was also the strongest prison in the entire Broken Continent!

"Is your opponent today?" In order not to let myself be cranky, I quickly changed the subject and asked.

"Dervishes and wrestlers, you say? They used to be the two immortal generals who led the uprising on the Immortal Continent, but unfortunately they were captured alive, and the ascetic cultivated not the Buddha, but the immortal, but he was very strict and hard in his training, so he was called an ascetic, and the king of Lux was because his body was extremely strong and powerful. It's easy for the two of us to deal with them, but it's a bit of a hassle for one person to deal with the two of them. The Spirit Lander said lightly.

"One against the two of them?" I was stunned and asked.

"Yes, I don't make a move, you fight alone." As the Spirit Walker spoke, I saw the iron door of the cave opened, and several guards ushered us into the central plaza.

All the people around were shouting, the Spiritwalker was calm, and I was a little confused, wasn't it like the Colosseum, treating us like animals!

Opposite stood a man hunched over in an earthy yellow robe, holding a long wooden stick in his hand, very thin, but with sharp eyes.

Next to him was a man with explosive muscles on his body, powerful holes, and scars in the corners of his eyes, and the whole person looked very powerful.

These two are our opponents today, the dervishes and the wrestler kings.

Both of them have the strength of the Xuanzun level. And it has been coordinated many times. "Today is the Grim Reaper from the fourth layer and the new immortal boy from the fourth layer, carrying our long-famous Lux King and the ascetic. Who will win, and who will be the winner? The battle begins! With this shout, the Lux King on the other side rushed first, while the Spirit Lander next to me put his hands behind his back, smiled and nodded at me, signaling me to fight alone.

"Mommy."

I couldn't help but curse.