Wild beast war god

At this moment, hundreds of people from the old man's family were all standing quietly in front of the soul-stealing battlefield.

Apart from the black fog, there is only a huge palace in front of you, giving people a feeling of mystery and vastness.

"The entrance to the Soul Seizing Battlefield is inside this palace."

At this time, Weng Ting continued to explain.

"Even if the entrance is opened, the Soul Seizing Battlefield is still shrouded in fog. No one knows when the battlefield appeared, and no one knows what shocking secrets are hidden inside."

"And every time it is opened, only those who are in the spiritual warfare realm and below can enter. Those who are above the spiritual warfare realm cannot enter."

"It is said that there was once a terrifying and powerful person in the Holy Martial Stage who wanted to go in and explore, but was still blocked."

At this point, Weng Ting's voice paused for a moment, and then she said in a low voice: "In other words, the center of the soul-stealing battlefield is likely to be the cemetery of a strong man in the Holy Martial Stage, and maybe we still have a chance to get a huge opportunity. "

"Every time there is a soul-stealing battle, all young people look forward to getting a huge opportunity."

"When the Wu Nian Saint Sect comes here, I'm afraid he also has such thoughts."

Following Weng Ting's words, Zhang Duiyi and others gently clenched their fists, with some expectation in their eyes.

Sikong Jing thought of his old demon grandfather Su. This soul-stealing battlefield is similar to the Beiheng Sword Formation. Before his death, Grandpa Su transformed into a sword formation and placed a ban on it. Those who have reached the spiritual martial arts stage or above will not be allowed to enter... …

It is very likely that there once was a being similar to Grandpa Su in the Soul Seizing Battlefield.

Seeing the expectant looks in everyone's eyes, Weng Ting chuckled again and said: "Of course, this is just a vague thought. No one has received this opportunity for thousands of years. Our goal is still the imperial martial arts spirit shadow."

Zhang Duiyi and others sighed secretly after hearing this. If the opportunity was so good, the various holy mountains in the Central Plains would have already taken over the soul-stealing battlefield. How could Dongling City be allowed to play by itself?

"The time is almost up, let's enter the palace." At this time, Weng Ting shouted softly.

And everyone's eyes became slightly solemn.

Because there are leaders of the major forces in Dongling City in the palace at this moment, as well as old monsters from the Wu Nian Holy Sect.

This is the existence they must face before the battle to seize the soul.

But everyone stepped in without any hesitation. As they expected, the palace was already full of people.

A white sedan suddenly landed in front of the deepest wall of the palace. Sitting in front of the sedan was the old monster from the Wu Nian Holy Sect.

Beside him stood the delicate young man named Xiaoshi.

The four women carrying the sedan were standing on both sides of them, all of them expressionless and cold as ice.

At the same time, Sikong Jing could clearly see that almost all the people in Dongling City were centered around the old monster from the Wu Nian Holy Sect.

Around him, four of Dongling City's largest forces gathered.

There are five major forces in Dongling City, and now there are four around the old monster, plus the old man's family, there are five.

At this time, Weng Ting gently pressed the bamboo hat on her head and said: "The person behind the old monster is Mo Chenyuan..."

At this moment, including Sikong Jing and Hua Meixi, all the foreign players from the four Dongba branches were dressed in the costumes of the old man's family.

They were all dressed in black and had bamboo hats on their heads.

Not to mention, the five of them looked different after putting on this outfit.

Hearing this, Sikong Jing also looked behind the old monster through his bamboo hat. He saw that everyone in Mochenyuan was wearing a green robe. They looked very ordinary, but the eyes they looked at the old monster were full of fawning.

When they look at the people around them, their eyes are higher than their heads, as if they are victorious.

Obviously, with the Wu Nian Holy Sect as a foreign aid, everyone in Mochen Academy already felt that they had won the battle to seize the soul.

"The one closest to the old monster is the current city lord force in Dongling City, the Zhengling Sect." Weng Ting continued.

The so-called Zhengling Sect is where the Emperor's Soul Shadow was captured in the Soul Seizing War ten years ago and became the Lord of Dongling City.

However, they have now completely lost the momentum of the city lord and were suppressed by the old monster.

"On the other side is the Copper Smelting Village, which is about the same strength as our old man's family. Their external aid is the disciples of the Copper Smelting Mountain three thousand miles away from Dongling City, a mid-level emperor-level force."

"The Copper Smelting Village is actually a branch of the Copper Smelting Mountain. The foreign aid for thousands of years has always been the disciples of the Copper Smelting Mountain."

"There is no need to explain the last Hanu Mountain."

When Weng Ting finished her last words, everyone looked towards Hanu Mountain again. Pei Fenyi was standing in front of them.

She still looks aloof and invincible...

In addition to their five major forces, there are many small and medium-sized forces from Dongling City, but their quota to participate in the soul-stealing battle is not as large as the five major forces.

The number of participants of the five major forces is the same, 500 members of the family plus five foreign aids.

Others allocate the number of people according to the strength of the forces. Of course, Sikong Jing didn't know the details. In short, about ten thousand people participated in each soul-stealing battle, and each time it was extremely tragic, with countless casualties.

In the soul-stealing battlefield, the strong men outside are completely invisible, so as soon as you enter, it's... kill, kill, kill!

As long as they kill a lot, no one will compete with them to snatch the imperial martial spirit shadow.

While Sikong Jing and the five hundred young people from the old man's family were observing, the eyes of everyone in the palace fell on them who had just stepped into the palace. The terrifying pressure almost made everyone breathless.

But again, what Sikong Jing is least afraid of is pressure.

Therefore, his steps moved forward steadily.

Following his pace, Weng Ting and others also moved forward with a slightly calmer mood, but the way they looked at Sikong Jing changed again.

Zhang Duiyin couldn't help but mutter: "Junior Brother Sikong, aren't you afraid of pressure?"

Sikong Jing, under the bamboo hat, replied softly: "As long as you have a big heart, you have nothing to fear."

These words left Zhang Duiyin and others speechless. Perhaps it was not because of his big heart, but because his Taoist heart was as solid as a rock.

Just as they were walking calmly, an old woman behind the old monster finally broke the silence and said: "Old man's family, why are you all just little kids here? Where is the head of the Weng Yin Ke Weng family?"

This old woman is the dean of Mochen Courtyard, and her voice is full of ridicule.

As she said that, she looked at the old monster in front of her. Through the latter, she had known that Weng Yinke was dead.

He died after being tapped twice on the shoulder by the old monster.

When Weng Ting heard this, she paused slightly and replied in a low voice: "Master Chen, my grandfather is unwell and needs to rest."

Of course she would not say that Weng Yinke could not appear for the time being, nor would she deliberately say that her grandfather was dead. She would just say in an understatement that their purpose was to successfully enter the soul-stealing battlefield.

"I see, then I will go to the old man's family to visit the head of the Weng family when I have time." The old woman's tone was full of sarcasm.

Weng Ting replied calmly: "I also hope that Master Chen will visit his old man as soon as possible."

As soon as these words came out, the smile on the old woman's face suddenly stiffened.

Damn Weng Ting was already dead due to thirst, and Weng Ting still asked her to visit her earlier. Wasn't she cursing her death?

This little bitch really deserves a beating...