Farming in the Immortal Mansion

As the dim light of the War Soul Monument suddenly rose, the stagnation of Yin Qi on the War Soul Pond finally settled into the mire of the seabed!

"The Yin Qi is sinking! Everyone, quickly cross the Battle Soul Pond and rush into the Demon Tomb!"

The captains of each squadron of the Zhenghai Pioneer Army shouted loudly, greeted their teammates, and flew across the battle soul pool with their swords. (Baidu search rainbow network)

Upon seeing this, Chu Yan quickly gathered the elite female disciples of Youyue Immortal Sect and prepared to fly over together.

Ye Ling immediately reached out to stop him: "Wait a minute! There are changes to the Battle Soul Monument!"

Chu Yan and everyone looked at it intently, and sure enough they saw the War Soul Monument changing from its initial dim light to becoming dazzling in the blink of an eye!

Before the leader of the rash and reckless team reached the halfway mark, the war spirits of the golden elixir demon generals of the past generations seemed to be drawn by the war soul monument, and emerged from the war soul pool one after another, like hungry wolves pounced on their prey. Devouring the flying monks like crazy!

For a time, screams and roars continued over the battle soul pool. Some teams were buried in the battle soul pool, while others were struggling hard to resist the attacks of the major golden elixir demon generals' battle souls.

The female disciples of Youyue Immortal Sect led by Chu Yan turned pale, and Xia Tong, Siko Tingyan and the others even subconsciously backed away.

When they saw the war spirits of these golden elixir demon generals, they were just surrounding the war soul monument, seeming to be worshiping the war soul monument, and at the same time, they were devouring all the monks who came close. It didn't seem to affect the monks beside the fighting soul pool, which made Siko Tingyan feel relieved. He took a long breath and murmured: "It's okay, okay! I thought the fighting souls of these golden elixir demon generals were , will fly out of the range of the fighting soul pool!"

The monks who had forced their way in before were all defeated, dead and wounded. Even the strongest team led by Mr. Zhou Zhou Mingzhao had to retreat.

Zhou Mingzhao flew into a rage and turned his anger on his teammates: "It's all you losers! You've held me back. Otherwise, I would have rushed to the Demon Tomb on the other side before the fighting spirit appeared. "

"Fourth Young Master, calm down! In the Demon-Sealed Wasteland, it is impossible to use golden elixir magic weapons of level 7 or above. Otherwise, we will have to work together to activate the seventh-level flying magic weapon and send the Fourth Young Master there, even if our vitality is severely damaged. It is a pity, a pity. ”

"That's right, Fourth Young Master, don't be discouraged. Isn't there still a team that can rush over? After this charge, we also figured out how powerful the fighting spirit of the fighting spirit pool demon general is, although it is not as powerful as the golden elixir demon general when he was alive. , but the strength is also higher than that of the sixth-level beast king. When these fighting spirits are not so dense, we will find the right opportunity and take advantage of it!"

The sighs of Zhou Mingzhao and his core disciples of the Xuanxian Sect fell on the ears of the two teams of monks, Ye Ling and Chu Yan.

Ye Ling carefully looked at the war souls surrounding the war soul monument. They were all golden elixir demon beast souls that had been dead for who knows how many years. Some of the war souls were broken, and some had turned into phantoms. You could tell at a glance. They are extremely weak, and it is difficult to find in these war spirits the shadows of the demonic golden elixir warriors who dominated the East China Sea in the past.

"The war soul monument is presumably part of the forbidden method of the ancient formation of the Demon-Sealing Wasteland Tomb. It is not so much a worship of the war souls as it is an activation of the formation. It is intended to allow these war souls to worship every night."

Ye Ling secretly pondered: In the history of the East China Sea Monster Clan, which great Demon Saint built such a magnificent ancient formation?

Seeing the brilliance of the War Soul Monument getting brighter and brighter, like a pillar of light, shining brightly in the Demon-Sealed Wasteland Tomb, even the entrance to the Demon Tomb opposite the War Soul Pond was particularly eye-catching under the reflection of the War Soul Monument.

This made the monks of the Sea Expedition Vanguard Army impatient even more. They wished that the war spirits surrounding the worshiping souls would immediately sneak into the war soul pool to allow them to pass.

Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed across the Battle Soul Monument, and then it turned dark instantly. This made Ye Ling's pupils shrink sharply. Before he could see clearly what was going on, he heard the sound of ghosts crying and howling like wolves above the Battle Soul Pond. Like, the strange roar of war spirits!