Wild beast war god

But the old woman didn't say anything after all. After all, Weng Ting was still there with the reputation of being a genius of the Dongba branch.

At the same time, Chang E also seemed to hear the subtext of the conversation between the two. He also asked with curiosity: "Weng Ting, how is the situation of the Weng family leader? Is he dead?"

These words made everyone in the audience focus on Weng Ting.

Everyone present heard about what happened that night. Weng Yinke was possessed by the terrifying power of the old monster of the Wu Nian Holy Sect. I heard that there was also a boy from the Dongba branch who said he could solve it, but everyone didn't believe it.

Weng Ting slightly revealed her face under the bamboo hat and replied slowly: "Master Bu Laochang is worried."

These words made everyone understand, and their fists were slightly clenched.

I'm afraid Weng Yinke is really dead, otherwise the old man's family will never be able to come here with just these little kids. I'm afraid their older generation will be afraid that they will be killed by the old monster after they come.

But these little dolls are not afraid. After all, no matter how terrifying and demonic the old monster is, it is impossible for him to attack the little dolls.

All of them were suddenly filled with thoughts...

If Weng Yinke is really dead, then maybe some of the old man's family's territory can be taken over.

The next moment, another mocking laugh sounded: "I knew that some little beast couldn't handle Weng Yinke's power."

The one who spoke was, of course, Pei Fenyi, and the little beast she spoke of was, of course, Sikong Jing.

However, Sikong Jing under the bamboo hat smiled indifferently.

He had no need to explain at all. At this time, Sikong Jing's eyes had already fallen on the Wu Nian Holy Sect disciples behind the old monster. Did they carry the complete "Tai Shang Forgetting Art" with them?

Also, do they know about their sister's situation?

This was Sikong Jing's more important goal after entering the soul-capturing battlefield than capturing the imperial martial spirit shadow.

However, at this time, neither the old monster nor the five disciples of the Wu Nian Holy Sect paid any attention to Sikong Jing and the old man's family. They were still with the old god...

But just when everyone in the old man's family walked to the center of the palace, the old monster raised his head in vain: "The soul-stealing battlefield is about to begin."

As soon as these words came out, almost everyone in the audience looked up at the top of the hall, and then the top of the hall, which was originally empty, suddenly changed, and a terrifying and dark aura came straight down.

Then, a black hole like a whirlwind appeared.

Everyone in the hall almost said in unison: "The entrance to the soul-stealing battlefield has appeared!"

The next moment, shua...

The old monster suddenly disappeared from the original place, and then stood out of thin air under the entrance. Then his terrifying power of supreme forgetfulness swept into the entrance of the cave, and at the same time pressed against everyone in the entire hall.

Everyone's expressions changed wildly, and they quickly looked at the old monster blankly, not knowing what he was going to do.

You know, even the terrifying and powerful men in the Holy Martial Stage cannot enter the soul-stealing battlefield. It is impossible for the old monster not to know this.

And of course the old monster didn't try to go in...

After a few breaths, he suddenly laughed and said: "Sure enough, the Emperor Martial Spirit Shadow that appeared on the Soul Seizing Battlefield this time is that thing, the thing that can restore my youthful and charming appearance."

It was obvious that the old monster was not trying to go in, but was sensing something in the soul-stealing battlefield, and it was really sensed by him.

But when they heard the last sentence, almost everyone in the audience was filled with chills.

At the same time, Sikong Jing's eyes flashed.

The old monster could actually sense what kind of imperial martial spirit figure was inside the soul-stealing battlefield. His realm was indeed terrifying.

What surprised Sikong Jing and everyone even more was that the old monster brought his disciples to participate in the soul-stealing battle this time, not for the illusory holy martial opportunity, but for a specific purpose.

He was able to predict what kind of imperial martial spirit shadows would appear on the soul-stealing battlefield, and he didn't know how he did it.

Just when everyone couldn't stop being curious...

The old monster flashed back to its original position in vain, and then said to the young man beside him: "Ashi, this battle to seize the soul can only succeed, not fail."

The delicate young man replied in a low voice: "I will never let you down, Master."

The next moment, the old monster looked at the people in the audience again: "Whoever dares to steal the Imperial Martial Stage Spirit Shadow this time will destroy the clan."

His voice was extremely domineering, and his murderous intent almost filled the entire hall.

Except for Mo Chenyuan, the expressions of everyone in the room changed wildly. How could anyone be so threatening? Doesn't this make it clear that Mo Chenyuan will become the Lord of Dongling City in the next ten years?

However, everyone only dared to be angry and dare not speak out...

Facing everyone's indignation, the old monster just sneered again and again, and then said quietly: "Ashi, you go in."

Ashi nodded lightly, and then led the four beauties and the 500 people from Mochen Court to the entrance below. They happened to be face to face with Sikong Jing and the old man's family who were standing in the middle of the hall.

After a pause, Ashi smiled softly and said: "My master's order is also...the soul-stealing battlefield, you will be wiped out!"

After saying that, he jumped up with everyone without any more nonsense, crashed into the entrance at the top of the hall, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Next, it was the turn of the Zhengling Sect, the city's dominant force for the past ten years. They also walked towards the old man's family and said, "Your master, the Weng family, is really a famous martial arts idiot. He took advantage of the old witch in Mochenyuan for nothing."

The meaning is exactly that if Weng Yinke agrees to the Wu Nian Holy Sect to be their foreign aid, it will not be Mochen Court's turn.

Compared with Mochenyuan's future as the Lord of Dongling City, the old man's family is at least more decent and easy to get along with.

But now that the matter was over, they did not dare to say any more words, but were preparing to rush into the soul-stealing battlefield...

But at this moment, Pei Fenyi's voice sounded in vain: "Wait a minute, I have one more thing to say."

Everyone in the Zhengling Sect stopped and looked at Pei Fenyi in confusion.

The latter pointed his finger at Sikong Jing in vain, and said coldly: "In this battle to seize the soul, this little Dongba beast has an imperial weapon. Remember, no one is allowed to steal it from me, otherwise the clan will be destroyed."

Pei Fenyi also threatened him fiercely, but the eyes of everyone present flashed with cold light.

They stared at Sikong Jing.

Because Pei Fenyi had asked Chang E to find the Zhengling Sect and other major forces before and proposed to modify the previous agreement.

In other words, in this battle to seize souls, it is allowed to bring divine weapons into the battlefield, and the items on the entrants will no longer be checked. Therefore, people from the four major forces basically know that Sikong Jing has imperial weapons on his body.

So Pei Fenyi felt it was necessary to add a threat.

Now that the imperial martial arts spirit shadow has been booked by the damn Wu Nian Holy Sect, she will of course gain Sikong Jing's life and add his imperial weapon.

After the audience was silent for a moment, the strongest genius of the Zhengling Sect gently replied: "I understand, Miss Pei."

It was only when he turned back that he smiled strangely, glanced at Sikong Jing coldly, and then led his men into the soul-stealing battlefield.

And he was already thinking in his mind: Exterminate the sect and destroy the clan, your sister, you are not the ruthless monsters of the Wu Nian Holy Sect, we are afraid of you, the Shiyu Chamber of Commerce is indeed terrible, but you can't do business too much overbearing.

Moreover, after seizing the imperial weapon and then hiding it, who knows?