The God Clan's Pets: Getting Rich by Raising Ghosts and Taming Beasts

Zong Zheng Mingjie sat up and spat the grape seeds squarely on Zhan Hui's face.

Zhan Hui wiped it off angrily and took out the Liancang Divine Sword.

But the next second, he was strangled by 'Zong Zheng Mingjie' without any chance of fighting back.

The Liancang divine sword fell to the ground with a bang.

The corners of Zong Zheng Mingjie's lips raised are intriguing:

"I can do whatever I want, but I suddenly changed my mind.

I think Qianxi is very interesting and I want to play with her.

Is it your business!?

Zhan Hui, you are a prince in the Thirty Thousand Realms.

But in my eyes, you are nothing more than my dog ​​in the Thirty Thousand Realms."

Then 'Zong Zheng Mingjie' increased the strength in his hands.

Zhan Hui's face flushed red at this time, and he struggled with his hands, saying hoarsely:

"Aren't you afraid... that I will make public what you... did? "

Zongzheng Mingjie suddenly laughed, and his hands loosened.

The moment Zhan Hui landed, he picked up the Liancang Divine Sword and defended himself while breathing heavily.

Zong Zheng Mingjie laughed for a long time before stopping. He approached Zhan Hui and said:

"Zhan Hui, you are such a stupid dog!

No wonder you can never be better than Qian Xi."

Then he stood up and looked up at the ceiling, his eyes filled with perverted obsession:

"Sister Qianxi is still more fun!

Sister Qianxi,

Sister~"

Zhan Hui was crawling back and forth at this moment, his lips trembling as he cursed:

"Crazy! You are a crazy person!"

The next second, Zong Zheng Mingjie's face changed and his expression became grim.

He stood in front of Zhan Hui and ordered:

"Go and investigate Qianxi's whereabouts! The more detailed the better!

She must report to me every word and expression she says in detail!

If...you can't do it...

Without the help of this prince, within a day,

The vengeful spirit on your shoulder can suck you dry at any time~"

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On the other side, everyone on the Shenzhou had already arrived at their destination - the Continent of Dead Souls.

Stepping onto the border of the Dead Soul Continent, everyone saw that above this post-war ruin, the air of the underworld was like a thick mist.

It silently entangles every inch of broken land, isolating the light and vitality from the outside.

The surroundings were empty and lonely, as if even the wind was afraid of this place and dared not pass through easily, leaving only a dead silent echo.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was an indescribable heaviness.

It silently tells the story of the tragedy and despair of the past, making people feel chilled.

Ruo Fu couldn't help but ask: "Where is this place?"

Sister Meng sighed and explained, “This used to be the Dawn Continent, but now it’s called the Dead Soul Continent.

The Thirty Thousand Realms were exploited by the White Tiger Clan ten thousand years ago, and all the continents that did not submit to the White Tiger Clan were exterminated.

The continent where the tribes were exterminated is also called the Dead Soul Continent. Because it is always dead silent.

Nan Mingchen added: "The current 30,000 realms are no longer composed of 30,000 continents.

Nearly half of the continent was destroyed.

There are only three types of the 30,000 realms now. One is the destroyed continent, collectively known as the Dead Soul Continent.

Another type is the continent that survived by compromising and agreeing to the harsh exploitative conditions of the White Tiger Clan, such as the previous Juxing Continent.

The last category is the continent where the Holy Xuan Palace is the main force against the White Tiger Clan, such as the Holy Xi Continent. "

Su Qianxun's eyes were full of bloodshot. He looked at Qianxi steadily and said:

"Xiao Xi, do you know why I have been pursuing the dual cultivation of the underworld and the devil?

Dawn Continent...is the reason.

Dawnbreak is...my home.

I pursue the dual cultivation of the underworld and the devil just to come back here again.

But there is always ghost energy around here. Ghost energy can corrode flesh and blood, and ordinary people can't enter at all.

So...Xiaoxi, only you!

In the entire thirty thousand realms, there is only you!

Only you can go in!"

Qian Xi nodded and comforted the emotional Su Qianxun: "Don't worry, Ice Face, I'll help you."

Then a ball of black mist appeared above Qianxi's head. The blood-red single eye in the black mist was frightening.

Qian Xi flew into the air and immersed herself in the thick Netherworld aura of the Dead Soul Continent.

After a while, everyone saw that the Netherworld energy on the Continent of Dead Souls gradually became thinner until most of it disappeared.

Only a small amount of netherworld energy exists in the air.

Everyone set foot on the Continent of Dead Souls.

In this black wasteland, there is not a single intact body. Perhaps they have been devoured by the flames of war and turned into dust.

Or perhaps it was quietly buried by time, leaving only shocking traces, proving that this was once a battlefield of life.

There was no sign of life around, and even the most tenacious weeds could not find a place to survive on this land.

All the green and vitality were ruthlessly stripped away, leaving only endless ashes and desolation.

The sun tried to penetrate this dark barrier, but it could only cast mottled and faint light.

It adds a bit of weirdness to this dead world.

Above this ruin, time seems to have stood still.

Every piece of ruins carries heavy memories, making people sigh at the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.

In this empty and bloody land,

The only thing that can be felt is the deep sorrow and endless desolation.

Su Qianxun lightly tapped his brows at this moment, and countless dead flesh puppets appeared on the empty continent of dead souls.

Everyone looked at the flesh puppets that almost filled their field of vision and piled up like a mountain, and shock could not help but appear in their eyes.

Su Qianxun only muttered, "You guys...go home."

Qian Xi's pupils shrank slightly: "Could it be!? Could it be that the flesh puppets are all made from the bodies of the deceased people on the Dead Soul Continent!?"

Such news was like a sharp knife stabbing everyone's heart!

"Damn it!" Zhan Xun cursed.

Su Qianxun's eyes were bloodshot, and he was searching for something on the Continent of Dead Souls like a madman.

Everyone followed Su Qianxun and went into the distance.

When everyone caught up with Su Qianxun, they saw him breaking through a bush of dry thorns, and then his whole body sank into the other side of the thorns.

Sister Meng raised her eyebrows: "It's really hard to find here. If an ordinary person were to think of it as just an ordinary thorn bush."

After they passed the thorn bush, they saw a huge mirror in front of them.

Reflecting everyone's faces.

At this time, Su Qianxun calmed down. He pressed his face against the mirror and a tear slid down silently.

Then, amid everyone's exclamations, Su Qianxun disappeared from everyone's sight.

Qian Xi touched the mirror with her hand at this moment, and was sucked into the mirror the next second.

Nan Mingchen, who had quickly grabbed Qian Xi, was also sucked in.

Sister Meng followed the others' example and entered the mirror one by one.

A blood snail followed closely behind where no one had noticed.

The scene in the mirror made everyone drop their jaws.