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Chapter 660 Battle Spirit

Not long after, the two of them drove the demon dragon and caught up with Zhiqiu and others who were waiting for them. Hong Guanling never mentioned the distribution of loot and the division of storage bags, but only talked about how to take great risks from

Xiao Daoyuan seized the map jade slip of the Demon-Sealed Wasteland Tomb.

After hearing this, Siko Guanyan exclaimed: "Great! Who would have thought that you two would dare to fight back and retreat calmly, I admire you, I admire you!"

Yao Guangzhou, a physical cultivator, also raised his thumb in praise, looked at Gu Qing's mount Demon Dragon up and down, and asked curiously: "Brother Mu, where did you get the Demon Dragon? It doesn't seem to be the Hailong clan of the Yanlong Tribe!"

Xia Tong and Zijuan had never seen Gu Qing's sixth-level demon dragon before. They were also very surprised at this moment. They stroked the aqua-blue dragon body and said with envy: "It turns out that fellow Taoist Mu actually has such a sixth-level demon dragon."

If you ride on a dragon, you must be able to swim very quickly on the bottom of the sea. No wonder you are so confident!"

Gu Qing smiled indifferently and responded casually: "I accidentally acquired this when I was running business in various counties of Wu State. The qualifications of the water root bone are acceptable. We are going to the Demon Sealing Platform and passing through the Demon Tomb. We must rely on

It’s done! It’s easier to fly than flying with a sword.”

After that, Gu Qing asked everyone to jump on the demon dragon's back, while he stood alone on the dragon's head, followed the diagram, and drove the demon dragon towards the demon mausoleum.

With the jade slips of the map, Gu Qing could clearly see the general situation of the Demon-Sealed Wasteland Tomb, and his traveling speed was much faster than the previous rampage.

"Thirty miles ahead, directly south of the Demon Mausoleum, there is a battle soul monument. Under the monument is a demon ruin swamp called the Battle Soul Pool. It is the burial place of the East China Sea Demon Clan's past war generals! The beast souls of these generals

Some have been sleeping for hundreds of years, becoming increasingly weak, and may be able to be subdued by us."

Gu Qing saw the demon ruins swamp marked on the jade slip on the map. There was also a line of small words next to it, but it was an ink ink comment from the elder of the Five Elements Immortal Sect. He turned around and informed everyone so that they could make plans in advance.

"Oh? The beast soul of the general of the East China Sea Monster Tribe! What level is it? Can we deal with it?" Zijuan couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, always feeling that this move was extremely risky.

Gu Qing said calmly: "For example, the first vanguard demon-turned-immortal eagle under the Blood Sparrow, and the pill-condensing crab general under the Crab Taoist, the Battle Soul Pool is their final destination."

Zijuan, Sikou Guanyan and the others felt even more unsure when they heard this. They looked at each other with a look of retreat on their faces.

"Can't we just go around it? If we don't get to the Battle Soul Monument, and don't go to see any Battle Soul Pool, why don't we just go around to the Demon Tomb?"

Gu Qing shook his head and said: "No, this is the only way to go to the Demon Tomb! Not just us, all the monks of the Sea Expedition Vanguard Army who entered the Demon-Sealing Tomb must pass through this place."

Zijuan and the others were helpless, but Xiao Tao comforted them: "Don't be afraid! No matter how strong the beast souls of the East China Sea Demon Clan warriors in the past are, they will never be as powerful as they were during their lifetimes. Plus, how much combat power will they have left after so many years? The captain is right,

If we don't take these fighting souls, wouldn't we give them to others in vain? Everyone just needs to be prepared and know what they are doing."

Hong Guanling carves up Xiao Daoyuan's storage bag and tastes the benefits. Naturally, he strongly agrees with the captain's physical training. Yao Guangguang is even more heroic and unafraid, threatening to take the lead.

Seeing that they were all ready to fight, Gu Qing immediately ordered the demon dragon to fly to the War Soul Monument at full speed. After a while, the demon dragon flew over the sea hill, and everyone could finally see a huge monument a hundred feet high in the distance.

Standing far away! Behind the giant monument, there are faint waves floating, and there is an entrance restriction like a water curtain. The scene in the Demon Tomb cannot be seen clearly.

"There are a lot of people gathered under the Battle Soul Monument! There are more than a dozen teams who arrived before us!"

Sanjiang Pavilion's starting commander, Kou Guanyan, was shouting. Gu Qing glanced over and could vaguely make out that among them were the first team led by Mr. Zhou Zhou, the strong team led by Cui Jing of the Lingfu Immortal Sect, and the Netherworld Immortal Sect's strong team.

Chu Yan's team, and even the second team of the Dixuan Immortal Sect led by Wei Tong. Apart from them, they are all casual cultivators, and their strength is difficult to match.

Gu Qing drove the demon dragon to the outside of the Battle Soul Pond and stopped far away.

The various teams surrounding the Battle Soul Pond couldn't help but look surprised when they saw that Xie Xiu Muzi's team was actually riding a sixth-level demon dragon.

After all, no matter how valuable the flying magic weapon is, it is still relatively common because it is an object controlled by spiritual power. However, mounts of the same level are difficult to raise, and the daily feeding of spiritual fruits is not a small amount. Can Xixiu Muzi possess such a demon dragon?

Naturally, the strong players from each team will look at him with admiration again.

Especially Chu Yan, the senior sister of the Nether Immortal Sect, looked at the aqua-blue demon dragon with a look of envy on her face. Then she saw the three junior sisters Xia Tong, Zijuan and Siko Guanyan on the demon dragon's back.

He nodded slightly to them as a greeting.

Sikou Guanyan shouted happily: "Captain, hurry up! Let's go to Senior Sister's place! Two teams can help each other, so it's better to be alone, right?"

It was only then that Gu Qing began to take a closer look at Chu Yan, the senior sister of the second generation disciple of the Nether Immortal Sect. He saw that she was only twenty-three or twenty-four years old, wearing an elegant peach red dress, and her eyebrows were as dark as black pearls.

There is a certain gentleness in her eyes. If she were not standing in front of a female disciple of the Netherworld Immortal Sect, she would almost look like a lady from a scholarly family.

Seeing that the captain was unmoved, Si Kou Guanyan thought that Mu Zi had despised a fellow female cultivator. She couldn't help curling her lips and said leisurely: "Hey, I'm afraid you don't know yet? Our senior sister's fate of ice and water is the most balanced. Don't

Looking at her frail appearance, both in terms of cultivation and combat power, she ranks first among the second generation disciples of our Immortal Sect! Our blue lineage is also very convinced. What's more, the elites of this Immortal Sect are led by Senior Sister Chu.

Disciple! Joining the team with her won’t humiliate you?”

Xia Tong and Zicuckoo didn't say anything, but they all looked at their fellow disciples eagerly.

Gu Qing nodded silently and asked the demon dragon to stop by the fighting soul pool. The group of people jumped off the dragon's back to meet Chu Yan's powerful Netherworld Immortal Sect team.

Before Chu Yan could lightly open her lips, Gu Qing asked straight to the point: "Has Yan Qingcheng ever mentioned me in front of you?"

Chu Yan was obviously startled and shook her head in surprise: "Never!"

"That's good." The corners of Gu Qing's mouth curled up, making his handsome and evil face disguised as Muzi add a sense of mystery.

"Why do so many teams gather at the Battle Soul Pond? Looking at the situation inside, it's no different from an ordinary underwater mire, except it's a bit more lifeless."

What Gu Qing asked was exactly the doubt in the hearts of Zhiqiu, Xiaotao, Sikou Guanyan and others. They looked around, not only the elite disciples of the same sect, but also the strong team of the Dixuan Immortal Sect, all sitting cross-legged in meditation, unaware of what they were waiting for.

What are you wearing?

Chu Yanzheng was wondering, how could Xie Xiu Muzi, Siko Guanyan and the others know the name of the fighting soul pool when they had just arrived? But she didn’t think much about it and said seriously: “Don’t underestimate the swampy death energy in the fighting soul pool.

Unable to cross and leap, those who tried to rush over before were corroded by the dead air of the swamp here, and would die if they touched it! In fact, everyone is waiting for night to fall. Only at night when the Yin Qi is the heaviest, the beast souls in the fighting soul pool can

It will wake up, and at the same time, the rising dead energy from the mire will dissipate."

Siko Guanyan naturally believed in the words of the senior sister, and looked at the bottomless battle soul pool with a frightened look at the mire death energy rising from the bottom. Then she stayed away from the edge of the pool and sat cross-legged with her fellow elite disciple, senior sister.

It seemed that only in this way could she feel safe among them.

Gu Qing also seemed to have some realization: It seems that the ancient formation forbidden method in the Demon Sealing Wasteland Tomb has some tricks, and it is used to isolate the outside world!

It is nothing more than that in the Demon-Sealed Wasteland Tomb, there are no demon cultivators below the sixth level of the East China Sea Monster Clan. First, there are the lost demon spirits in the gray fog and chaos formation, and then there is the battle soul pool in front of the demon tomb. Only at night is the heaviest Yin Qi.

Only when the time comes can you pass, but you will inevitably encounter the demon warrior beast soul awakening from the battle soul pool.

These war spirits have no fear to the human monks, but to the low-level monsters of the East China Sea Monster Clan, they are definitely as natural enemies! As long as the sea monsters that come in, the monster souls and beast souls have already become war spirits.

The thing in his belly, as for the demon corpse bones, the scattered wreckage in the bone forest, aren’t they clear evidence?

"Everyone is waiting here for nightfall, recharging their energy and preparing for a battle with the fighting souls in the fighting soul pool! I estimate that the scope of activities of the fighting souls is not limited to the fighting soul pool, but will affect the entire demon seal.

Barren Tomb, I hope we don’t become corpses in the forest of bones.”

Gu Qing ordered to go down, which made Zijuan shudder involuntarily: "What? Will the fighting spirit fly out again? What should we do! If we can't defeat it, won't we be buried here?"

Zhi Qiuqiang smiled and said: "Isn't it! Fortunately, more and more people will gather near the fighting soul pool. When the time comes, hundreds of monks from the sea expedition vanguard army will come, and they will definitely be able to suppress the fighting souls. Our strength is also

If you are not weak, you can always pass the battle soul pool!"

Everyone sat cross-legged and meditated by the Battle Soul Pond, waiting quietly. The seabed was dark, but with the dim light, they could still tell the weather.

When the seabed gradually became dark, the squads of monks from the Sea Expeditionary Army came one after another from all over the Demon Sealing Wasteland. Most of the ten-man squads were in disarray. Those who did not come were forever lost in the gray fog.

In the chaos formation, it became part of the forbidden method of the ancient formation. In the end, less than 500 people gathered at the battle soul pool.

On Thursday, Young Master Zhou Mingzhao's strongest team occupied a favorable position facing the Battle Soul Monument. Seeing that no more teams came, he immediately stood up with his sword high and said loudly to the monks, "My father sent me to seal the seal."

The Tomb of Demonic Desolation is where I, the leader of the heroes, come to kill the souls of the Demon Saint! Everyone in the sea expedition vanguard should, for the sake of my father, give this young master a good deal and listen to my orders! Wait until the battle soul pool is opened.

At this time, I must command you!"

The two teams of Gu Qing and Chu Yan were still far away from him, but they could hear clearly. If they were so domineering towards Young Master Zhou, no one would like them, let alone listen to his orders.

Sure enough, there was a commotion beside the Battle Soul Pond, and someone shouted: "Master Zhou, everyone's cultivation levels are almost the same, why should we listen to you?"


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