The cold comes and the summer comes and goes, and there are several spring and autumn in the world.

But there is no such poetry in the black prison, there is only hellish torment.

More than two years have passed in a blink of an eye, and it has been three full years since Ye Zichuan came to the black prison.

After he had seriously injured the three men with a thunderous attack more than two years earlier, he had a period of unprecedented calm, and no one had come to provoke him again.

And the three people who were seriously injured by him completely disappeared after a few days, and were killed by others, becoming nutrients for others to live for a few more years.

For this, Ye Zichuan does not have the slightest guilt, murderers, people always kill them, not to mention the hellish world of black prison.

And in the past three years, the breath on Ye Zichuan's body has withered to the extreme, like a wind candle in his last years, full of the smell of twilight decay.

And many of the great evildoers who lived at the bottom of the ninth layer, the fear of Ye Zichuan in their hearts finally reached the lowest point, showing their cruel fangs, and they all walked out of their caves and came to Ye Zichuan's side.

It was dark in the cave, and only a pair of purple eyes quietly lit up, and then dimmed.

Three years has become extraordinarily long in this hell on earth, with such divine objects as the Demon Refining Xuanfetus Sutra and the Heaven and Earth Source Ding, except for Ye Zichuan himself, no one knows what step his cultivation has reached?

Now he has become like dry wood, only skin and bones remain, his black and thick hair has become yellow, sparse and sparse, and his whole person has the breath of decay and twilight.

He stood up tremblingly, and staggered to the entrance of the cave, his somewhat cloudy purple pupils swept through the darkness in front of him, and he saw seven ghostly black shadows standing there, their scarlet eyes dazzling.

The aura of these people was weaker than the three people who were seriously injured by Ye Zichuan before, and they were more breathless than Ye Zichuan. Not much worse.

Obviously, such a scene has become an unwritten rule in the black prison.

Those people at the top level don't look down on Xiao Luo like Ye Zichuan at all, even if they eat and refine it raw, they can't let them hold on for a little longer. What they care about is those who are in the middle level, as long as they devour and refine their divine essence, they can live for many years.

And next, it is those who are in the middle level, they can't ignore the temptation of Ye Zichuan.

The first person Ye Zichuan met was such a fierce god, who could suppress those weak people at the bottom and monopolize the benefits.

It's just that he obviously underestimated Ye Zichuan's combat power. Instead of killing people, he was killed by Ye Zichuan.

Ye Zichuan's thunderous move deeply shocked the others, won half a year of peace, and then, he encountered the alliance of the three strongest of the bottom.

After that, Ye Zichuan seriously injured three more people, and this kind of combat power completely shocked the others. Until now, it has become the current appearance of being out of breath. And those at the top have finally stuck out their fangs.

These three distinct levels are like the difference between a vat, a barrel and a cup, and Yezichuan is a spring water that falls into it. The splash is naturally different.

A full seven pairs of scarlet eyes lit up in the darkness, and a violent and ferocious aura swept over the sky, seemingly making the cold yin wind even more chaotic.

Ye Zichuan's body was rickety, thin as firewood, and his purple eyes were dim. It's so muddy that people really suspect that the next moment it will be blown down by the cloudy wind.

"One thigh, combined with the power of the Bloodstone, should have put me to sleep for twenty years!" a voice came from the darkness, full of greed, and the scarlet eyes were fierce.

Hearing this, Ye Zichuan's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

He could feel that the number of people suppressed in the ninth layer was many times less than that of the first layer, and many of them were very vague, like candles in the wind, which seemed to be extinguished at any time.

Ye Zichuan originally thought that those people were running out of oil, but now it seems that this is not the case.

They should have used special methods, such as the bloodstone mentioned by the person in front of them, to seal themselves in it, so that the vitality and divine power of the body are lost very slowly, so that they can live for many more years, and they only need to come out from time to time to replenish, and it is possible to live indefinitely.

And obviously, Ye Zichuan is now such a supplement, which can make them live for many more years.

Ye Zichuan's cloudy eyes swept over the seven people in the darkness, and his eyes shone with a cold light.

He suddenly moved, like thunder across the void, his body was ghostly, like a ghost, but the fist he picked up carried the momentum of wind and thunder, with majestic power, and instantly arrived in front of one of them!

The eyes of the seven were full of horror, and when they wanted to react, it was too late.

The figure that was stared at by Ye Zichuan watched Ye Zichuan's fist rapidly expand in his eyes, and he didn't have time to guard at all.

Boom!

With a thunderous explosion, the emaciated figure was blasted apart by Ye Zichuan's majestic punch, shattered into pieces of broken bones, with a layer of skin, stained with blood, shocking!

This was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue, completely shaking the remaining six people.

Ye Zichuan's speed was too fast, moving like thunder, and the qi revealed at that moment was so powerful that it frightened them!

It's just that in a blink of an eye, he has once again become the same withered and drooping old look.

At this time, in the darkness, two pairs of completely different eyes slowly lit up and looked in the direction of Ye Zichuan.

If the six people in front of them are the kind of murderous beasts, then those two pairs of eyes in the darkness have an incomprehensible clarity, they are rational killers!

Ye Zichuan was unaware of this, his dim purple eyes stared at the six people in front of him, and his body slowly tensed.

Although these six people are not strong in cultivation, they are better than many people, and they are as fierce and bloodthirsty as beasts, which is difficult to deal with, and he needs to be cautious on the premise that he cannot be exposed.

He also wants to see how far his physical body has come in the past three years?

"Together, I don't believe that six people can't remove one of his arms?" said one of them, grim, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant like that of a crow.

This sentence instantly detonated the place. Ye Zichuan's figure and the six people on the opposite side moved at the same time, like seven ghosts dancing in the dark, just the power of the body, but there were gusts of wind and thunder, and the killing machine was terrifying!

Ye Zichuan danced with his fists into the wind, and threw nine hundred and eighty-one punches in an instant. Shocked the six people out in an instant.

Then he stared at one of them, and the murderous intent burst out in his purple eyes, like a great peng spreading its wings, slashing through the void, and his palms fell like a monument, with a kind of power that shook the sky and opened mountains and cracked stones.

A scene that made everyone tremble appeared, where Ye Zichuan's palms swept by, the terrifying huge force shook the void. Thick cracks appeared, like black pythons entrenched in the void, shocking!

Such a scene made the two pairs of eyes in the depths of the darkness brighter and brighter, and when they looked at Ye Zichuan, they seemed to be looking at something rare.

This pure scene is enough to explain a lot of things, compared to the one more than two years ago, Ye Zichuan's physical body has improved a lot again. The sheer power of the flesh can already leave such a scene in the space of the Black Prison. Stronger than the average martial king.

The person who was stared at by Ye Zichuan felt an incomparably cold killing intent at this moment, which was stronger than the yin wind in the black prison, making his scarlet eyes show a look of horror.

Bang!

The palms of the gods fell like thunder. The body of the person in front of him exploded with a bang, broken bones splashed, and a little blood bloomed.

The remaining five were dumbfounded, and they didn't have time to come to the rescue. In other words, they didn't plan to rescue at all, one less person, naturally one less piece of the pie.

But such a scene still can't help but make them frightened.

It was only a long time, and after only a few dozen breaths, the other party killed two of them with thunder, and the jealousy and violence shocked the opponent alive, and all life was extinguished in an instant.

The remaining five people finally felt a touch of uneasiness in their hearts, and they had already begun to wonder if Ye Zichuan had really reached the point of running out of oil and running out?

It's a pity that Ye Zichuan didn't give them extra time to think about it, the voice of his withered figure was skinny, but it was like thunder, and the speed was incredible.

And the fist is wide open and closed, there is a kind of indomitable fearless momentum, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

The six figures were anxious together again, and the remaining five people finally stopped thinking about each other at this time, I was really afraid that they would also explain here, at this time, the combat power was in full swing, without a trace of hiding, and they wanted to kill Ye Zichuan with the power of thunder.

Ye Zichuan's pressure increased sharply, but the sneer in his eyes was even stronger, looking cold and demonic.

Every part of his body turned into a murderous weapon at this time, and the move was fatal, and the killing opportunity was instantaneous.

In his lower dantian, wisps of divine power condensed to the extreme poured out, seeping into every corner of his body, making his combat power continue to fall.

It can be said that now in the ninth layer of this black prison, even those few old monsters who seal the sleeping like sunken corpses may not have such lasting combat power as Ye Zichuan.

After all, in the past three years, his divine power has increased instead of decreasing.

Moreover, the physical body has been tempered by the yin wind and divine power, and under the rigidity and softness, I don't know what realm it has reached, at least it will not be worse than the Martial King!

Boom Boom!

The fist was like a rainbow, it seemed that even the sky was about to be shattered, Ye Zichuan's body was full of fighting intent, and the two palms that came to him shook hard!

"Ahh

With two terrible screams, the two figures with their palms out of their hands instantly shattered their arms, broken bones flew sideways, and the already small amount of blood gurgled down.

Ye Zichuan ignored the attack behind him, bullied forward like a maggot on the tarsal bone, grabbed the body of one of them and tore it hard, with an infiltrating stabbing sound, the figure of that person was torn in half!

Ye Zichuan pushed sideways like a steel whip again, smashing the space violently, kicking another person out of the air, and the bones of the sound were broken in half, and they were paralyzed there like mud, unable to move.

At this time, the last three also bombarded Ye Zichuan's back, blasting him out.

Ye Zichuan grinned, revealing a mouthful of Bai Sensen's teeth, like a nobody, turned around and smashed it with a punch!

The three of them were dumbfounded, their scarlet eyes full of horror that could not be concealed.

In the face of the joint efforts of seven people, three of them have already been killed, and the other has almost completely lost their combat power.

The hearts of the three of them were filled with a deep sense of unease, and they barely hesitated at all, turned around and ran separately! )