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Deadly silence.
The huge prison fighting arena was completely silent.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the same place, the auditorium to the south.
There, an old man fell in a pool of blood, completely silent.
"what happened?"
Many people didn't see clearly what was happening.
Only some people in the southern auditorium knew the ins and outs of the matter.
"Zhizhi~~"
The golden figure slowly fell down and landed on Duan Lingtian's shoulder.
It's the little golden mouse!
Now, the little golden mouse is holding a pocket spiritual sword in his hand, and drops of blood are dripping from it, dazzling and eye-catching.
hiss! hiss! hiss! hiss! hiss!
…
A group of people in the southern auditorium couldn't help but gasp.
Was it this little golden mouse that killed the old man just now?
Before that, they saw that the crazy young man "Luo Zhan" sitting in the auditorium in front had a conflict with the old man who was killed.
At that time, the old man showed the cultivation level of "Ninth Level of Peeping into the Void Realm".
At that time, they knew that the old man was from the 'Prince Sheng's Mansion'.
The young man in brocade clothes next to the old man is the young prince 'Zhang Heng' of Prince Sheng's Mansion.
Just now, the scene where Duan Lingtian suddenly took action, grabbed Zhang Heng's neck, and lifted Zhang Heng up had already made them dazed for a while.
Later, they learned that Duan Lingtian took action because Zhang Heng insulted the slave in the death arena.
Duan Lingtian seemed to know that slave.
Moreover, judging from Duan Lingtian's current behavior, it is obvious that the slave has a close relationship with him.
The most incredible thing for them was the death of the old man from Prince Sheng's house.
Duan Lingtian shouted loudly.
Immediately afterwards, the old man died.
"What kind of monster is this?"
"It's so scary! I didn't even see clearly how many ancient giant elephants condensed in the void the moment it took action..."
"It shot too fast and I didn't see it clearly."
"I never expected that such a harmless little golden mouse could have such terrifying strength."
"This little golden mouse is obviously a powerful monster! It may even be a 'Void Realm monster'!"
…
In the southern auditorium, a stone stirred up a thousand waves and completely made a fuss.
The rumor about Duan Lingtian being surrounded by a 'monster that enters the virtual realm' also spread throughout the prison arena.
For a time, most people looked at Duan Lingtian with awe.
"You...you...you dare to kill Mr. Ping..."
A hoarse voice came from the mouth of Zhang Heng who was lifted by Duan Lingtian's neck.
"If you say one more word, I will kill you too!"
Duan Lingtian's pair of blood-red eyes stared at Zhang Heng, causing Zhang Heng to shut his mouth honestly, with a hint of fear on his face.
At this time, Duan Lingtian's hairband that tied his long hair had broken at some point.
Her long hair is fluttering, not moving in the wind.
People standing there bring an invisible sense of oppression to others.
"waste!"
Duan Lingtian looked at Zhang Heng and spat out two words with disdain.
Then, with a strong hand, Zhang Heng was thrown out.
boom!
Zhang Heng fell to the ground in a panic and was so shaken that he ate shit.
"you you!!"
Zhang Heng struggled to stand up, his eyes red with anger, but he didn't dare to say anything more. He hurriedly jumped into the air and left the audience.
Don't know where to go.
Duan Lingtian was too lazy to pay attention to him, and took the little golden mouse step by step towards the 'Prison Fighting Field'.
At this moment, the eyes of most people present were focused on Duan Lingtian, as Duan Lingtian moved step by step...
Duan Lingtian seemed to be possessed by a demon.
"Follow up and take a look!"
Luo Zhan and Marshal Chen looked at each other and followed them worriedly.
After a while, Duan Lingtian arrived outside the huge iron cage in the prison arena.
"Open!"
Duan Lingtian's cold gaze fell on the staff responsible for opening the iron cage not far away.
However, although this staff member was afraid of Duan Lingtian, he did not dare to act rashly.
Because he knew that if he opened the iron cage privately, he would definitely not be able to escape the punishment in the fighting arena.
"Xiao Jin!"
Duan Lingtian's face darkened slightly and he shouted coldly.
This cold shout made the staff of the prison arena change their expressions.
Just now, before the old man from Prince Sheng's Mansion died, Duan Lingtian called out this 'name'.
He was responsible for opening the iron cage on the south side of the auditorium. He could clearly see the scene just now.
call out!
The little golden mouse on Duan Lingtian's shoulder moved.
An extremely fast sword light passed by, and the little golden mouse paused.
On the other hand, the iron cage in front of Duan Lingtian had a 'door' cut open, which could accommodate Duan Lingtian's entry and exit.
Although the iron cage covering the prison arena is made of 'thousand-year black iron', it can confine warriors and monsters in the Void Realm who do not have spiritual weapons to rely on.
But once warriors and monsters in the Void Realm use spiritual weapons, they can also destroy the iron cage made of the 'thousand-year black iron'.
In the quiet prison fighting arena, the only sound that could be heard was Duan Lingtian's footsteps.
With heavy footsteps, he walked into the prison fighting arena step by step.
In the prison arena, the disheveled slave's eyes fell on Duan Lingtian.
Although his face under the messy hair was a little dirty, it could not hide his heroic spirit.
The slave stood there, faintly revealing an extraordinary temperament.
This slave of the 'Seventh Level of Nascent Soul Realm' obviously has an extraordinary origin.
Finally, the slave opened his mouth and spoke.
"Duan...Junior Brother Duan Lingtian."
The slave's voice was hoarse and excited.
"Senior Brother Zheng Song!"
Duan Lingtian stepped forward, opened his hands, and hugged the slave, his eyes turning red.
Zheng Song!
That's right.
The slave standing in front of Duan Lingtian now is none other than someone else.
He is the son of the former Kaiyang Peak Master of the Seven Star Sword Sect, Zheng Fan, and the inner disciple Zheng Song who has a good relationship with Duan Lingtian!
"……well."
Zheng Song hugged Duan Lingtian tightly, his body trembled violently, and he was inexplicably excited.
"Senior Brother Zheng Song, you are not dead, you are not dead!"
Duan Lingtian's voice was full of excitement.
At this time, Luo Zhan and Marshal Chen, who followed, probably guessed Zheng Song's identity.
People who can be called 'senior brothers' by Duan Lingtian are most likely former disciples of the Seven Star Sword Sect.
Moreover, judging from the temperament of this 'Zheng Song', it is obvious that he has a good background.
"That slave is called Junior Brother Duan Lingtian?"
"Duan Lingtian, call him senior brother?"
At this time, some more advanced spectators in the audience heard the conversation between Duan Lingtian and Zheng Song.
"No wonder Duan Lingtian is so angry, it turns out that this slave is his senior brother!"
"It seems that that slave is a former disciple of the Seven Star Sword Sect."
…
Soon, many people guessed Zheng Song's origin.
"Senior Brother Zheng Song, let's go. I'll take you somewhere to freshen up and change your clothes."
Duan Lingtian grabbed Zheng Song's hand and wanted to take him away.
Zheng Song, the son of Kaiyang Peak's peak master 'Zheng Fan'.
In the past, I gave him a lot of help.
Zheng Fan also gave him a lot of help, and when the Seven Star Sword Sect was destroyed, he risked his life to protect him from leaving.
This friendship he will never forget.
Today, seeing that Zheng Song was not dead, he felt inexplicably excited.
"Junior Brother Duan Lingtian...I...I am just a slave now."
Zheng Song had a bitter look on his face and said slowly: "This Prison Arena is an property under the name of Prince Sheng's Mansion, and it is inextricably linked to the royal family of the Qinglin Empire... You, please don't offend Prince Sheng's Mansion for my sake. "
"I've already offended you...it doesn't matter anymore."
Duan Lingtian shrugged, with a nonchalant look on his face, and turned Zheng Song around, preparing to leave.
"Duan! Ling! Tian!"
Finally, above the prison fighting field, the old man in charge of presiding over the prison fighting came to his senses and shouted to stop Duan Lingtian.
Duan Lingtian looked up at the old man with calm eyes, "Senior, this is my senior brother, a disciple of the Seven Star Sword Sect... Today, I want to take him away, you won't stop me, right?"
"presumptuous!"
The old man shouted coldly: "Duan Lingtian, where do you think our Prison Arena is? I don't care what his previous status was, but since he has become a slave in our Prison Arena, he will be a prisoner in the Arena in life and a prisoner in death. The ghost of the fighting arena!”
"Just now, you killed the worshiper of our Prince Sheng's Mansion, and someone from our Prince Sheng's Mansion came to you to ask for an explanation... But now, you want to take away the slaves I imprisoned in the arena, but there is no way!"
As the old man spoke, the energy in his body was raging.
A terrifying momentum swept across.
Wow!
In the void above the old man's head, two huge figures condensed and formed, winding down.
They are the shadows of two ancient horned dragons.
"First level of entering the virtual realm!"
Suddenly, the faces of Luo Zhan and Marshal Chen, who came in behind Duan Lingtian, changed drastically.
They didn't expect it.
This old man who was responsible for presiding over the prison fights actually had such terrifying strength.
'Peering into the Void Realm Ninth Level' and 'Entering the Void Realm First Level' are only one step away.
But in terms of strength, there is a world of difference!
Compared to the ninth level of "Entering the Void Realm", in addition to a qualitative change in one's energy, one can also fully understand the "artistic conception".
Artistic conception is the extension and transformation of "potential", which cannot be compared with "potential".
Even if it is the highest level of 'potential', the 'subtle power' is only comparable to the power of two thousand ancient giant elephants...
And even the lowest level of 'artistic conception', the 'first level of artistic conception', is comparable to the power of an ancient horned dragon!
The power of one horned dragon is the power of ten thousand ancient giant elephants!
The first level of artistic conception is several times stronger than the 'subtle potential'.
The atmosphere in the prison arena was tense and on the verge of breaking out.
"Junior brother Duan Lingtian, let's go... You can't beat the prisoner fighting field or the palace of the prince now."
Zheng Song smiled bitterly.
Although he really wanted to leave and get rid of this life that was worse than death.
But if it would harm Duan Lingtian.
He would rather maintain the status quo.
"Senior Brother Zheng Song, today, I will take you away no matter what... No matter who it is, don't try to stop me! Anyone who stops me will die."
Duan Lingtian's eyes turned cold and he said coldly.
Duan Lingtian's voice was loud and reached the ears of everyone present.
These overbearing words made many people's blood boil...
This is the real iron-blooded man!
The passion is strong!
But at this moment, the old man in the prison arena had not had time to speak.
"What a loud tone!"
A cold drink full of anger came down from a high altitude in the distance.
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