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 time.
When the seabed gradually became dark, the squads of monks from the Sea Expeditionary Vanguard 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 Wasteland is where I, the leader of the heroes, came to kill the souls of the Demonic Saints! 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 Ye Ling and Chu Yan were still far away from him, but they could hear clearly. If they were so domineering towards Master Zhou, everyone would not 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?"
"That's right! This is the Demon Sealed Wasteland, not your Zhou family, let alone the Dixuan Immortal Sect. You want to use Ancestor Zhou's name to bluff us, no way!"
The Fourth Young Master, Zhou Mingzhao, saw everyone making noises and was so embarrassed that he couldn't get off the stage. He became so angry that he glared and said fiercely: "This Young Master is leading the strongest team of the Expeditionary Vanguard Army, and he is also the front-line officer granted by the two ancestors." The first official of the Ministry of Zhengyin. If you don't listen to me, do you want to disobey the ancestor's will?"
The core disciples of the Dixuan Immortal Sect who were escorting him also shouted: "Since the dragons are leaderless, they should listen to our fourth master! Otherwise, the battle soul pool will be opened and the golden elixir demon will come out with all the beast souls. Who will organize the resistance? Those people who enter the Demon Tomb first must have rules and regulations, and they must listen to my young master, it is absolutely correct!"
Just as they were shouting shamelessly, an incompatible voice overcame them: "I, Cui Jing, don't accept it!"
The monks of the Zhenghai Pioneer Army all looked at the powerful Lingfu Xianmen team, and saw Cui Jing standing in front of the team with his hands behind his back and an arrogant expression.
Ye Ling's eyes also turned to Cui Jing, and saw that their team consisted of ten people. They were worthy of being elite disciples of the Spiritual Talisman Immortal Sect who were good at making talismans and formations. They were able to successfully pass through the Gray Mist Loss Chaos Formation.
When the Fourth Young Master Zhou Mingzhao saw Cui Jing showing no mercy to him in public, he frowned and almost twisted his brows into knots, and said angrily: "Good boy! Don't think that your powerful team of Lingfu Xianmen is so great? In our Xuan In front of the Immortal Sect, you are just relying on the power of the spiritual talisman. What real ability can you have? You cannot be the leader of the sea expedition vanguard!"
Cui Jing sneered and said: "I'm not surprised! The Zhenghai Pioneer Army originally consisted of ten-man teams led by each. Each team has the mission of finding the soul of the Demon Saint! You want to monopolize the beauty, and you want everyone to listen to your command. , I will be sent by you, and then the great achievements will be considered yours, ridiculous! I suggest that we all do our own thing, fly across the battle soul pool, rush into the demon mausoleum, and rely solely on the abilities of each team!"
For a time, the Zhenghai Pioneers beside the Battle Soul Pond all echoed and expressed their agreement.
"I agree!"
"Fellow Daoist Cui is right! Go aside Zhou! Don't think that because you are so powerful, you can ignore me. There are dozens of teams waiting to enter the Demon Tomb to search for the Demon Saint's soul. You want to monopolize the credit? No way. !”
Cui Jingda was very proud, and when he glanced at Master Zhou who was blushing and lowering his sword in dejection, he felt even more proud.
However, at this moment, night fell, the Yin Qi in the Battle Soul Pool reached its limit, and the Battle Soul Monument began to flicker with a faint light!
