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

At this moment, the earth trembled even more violently.

There are even a lot of ground that has begun to collapse, and countless pieces of the ground are suspended in the air.

The entire thirty thousand realms began to fall apart.

Nan Mingchen dealt with some of the enemies in front of the lotus and said to Sister Meng: "Take people to the back of Xixi!"

Sister Meng did not hesitate and led the crowd, who were eager to kill, to retreat, supporting each other.

When leaving Nan Mingchen, he whispered, "Be careful."

Nan Mingchen nodded lightly.

At this time, the elders of the Shengxuan Temple also came to Nan Mingchen and reunited with the Buddhist disciples.

Nan Mingchen was wearing a pure white dress with many blood-red plum blossoms on it.

His body is as tall as jade, and he stands in front of the lotus, looking like a banished immortal.

The aura around him was cold, powerful, yet distant.

Keep the enemy at bay.

Nan Mingchen said to Elder Wangchen beside him, "Elder Wangchen, I will have to trouble you and the other Buddhist disciples again later."

There was relief in Elder Wang Chen's eyes. The heartless and ruthless emperor back then was finally different.

Elder Wangchen nodded: "Emperor, don't worry. The destined person has an inexplicable fate with our Buddhist sect.

It’s what we should do.”

At this time, Master Fanyin stood up and said, "Amitabha, the Emperor is truly kind."

Nan Mingchen curled the corners of his lips slightly, feeling that the part of his sea of ​​consciousness that belonged to Qian Xi was becoming increasingly powerful.

He raised the corners of his lips slightly.

Xixi, thank you for letting me learn how to love and how to protect;

I will protect you and this land you love.

Nan Mingchen's figure looked particularly resolute against the backdrop of the lotus behind him. He steadied himself and slowly squatted down.

His robes fluttered without wind, and his aura became even more fierce.

His eyes flashed with determination and resolve, without the slightest hesitation or retreat.

He took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body began to surge wildly, like the water from rivers converging into the sea, surging and turbulent.

As he slowly stretched out his hands, palms facing down, he gently placed them on the land.

A warm and powerful divine power began to surge from his body.

Like a trickle of water or a surging river, it continuously flows into this land.

However, this process is not without cost.

An expression of pain gradually emerged on Nan Mingchen's face, his brows were furrowed, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The process of the spiritual power merging into the soil was like tearing his body apart, causing unbearable pain.

But he gritted his teeth, and forced himself not to make any sound, and just stared at the land with his firm eyes.

He cannot retreat, because behind him are Xixi and countless lives.

As time passed, Nan Mingchen's face became paler and paler.

But his divine power is like a spring that never dries up, continuously pouring into the land.

With the continuous input and stabilization of Nan Mingchen's spiritual power,

Every piece of land in the entire Thirty Thousand Realms appeared in his mind.

Nan Mingchen's body could no longer bear the tearing pain, and he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

His body swayed and he almost fell down.

But he relied on his strong willpower to keep his body steady.

As the spiritual power in Nan Mingchen's palm contracted, he let out a roar:

“Give it to me!!

combine------!!"

As Nan Mingchen finished speaking, the land fragments suspended in the air began to return to their original places due to the action of external forces.

The huge chasm in the ground gradually closed up.

At this moment, both the enemies and the White Tiger clan were watching this incredible scene with bated breath.

Huaisheng was anxious and excited: "Emperor, come on!"

There was still shock in Yuwen Zhi's eyes: "What!? This Nanmingchen actually has such divine power!?"

The White Tiger Patriarch was still continuously applying external force to the relics in the square box.

At this time, it encountered resistance from the spiritual power of Nan Mingchen.

The old ancestor’s frown deepened.

"Puff————" the old ancestor spat out a mouthful of blood.

Similarly, Nan Mingchen also spat out a mouthful of blood.

However, the square box in the old man's hand flew uncontrollably towards the Buddhist disciples.

The originally broken relics in the square box slowly condensed into shape.

Yuwen Zhi threw out his spiritual power to pull the square box, but he only got the square box.

Countless relics flew towards the Buddhists.

At the same time, the sky seemed to be shrouded in anger and anxiety, presenting a terrifying and heart-pounding vision.

The sky suddenly became gloomy and depressing, with thick clouds rolling.

The aurora, which should be the most splendid wonder in the night sky, has become extremely strange and flickering.

It's like a devil's eye peering into the darkness, emitting a creepy glow.

The light sometimes looked as red as blood, foreshadowing something ominous;

Sometimes it is as blue as a ghostly fire, adding a bit of eeriness and horror.

As the aurora raged, the sky began to become more and more violent.

The howling wind swept across the earth with the power to tear everything apart.

In the storm, there was deafening thunder.

It was as if the gods were roaring angrily, venting their dissatisfaction and punishment on the world.

Immediately afterwards, a thunderstorm came down, and the raindrops were like dense arrows, hitting the earth hard.

The rain, thunder and lightning intertwined to form a terrifying picture.

The thirty thousand realms were instantly filled with water, and the water flowed rapidly, as if it was going to swallow everything.

And those low-lying areas quickly gathered into torrents, and the floods began to spread.

The Buddhist disciples who got the relics used their spiritual power to form an indestructible barrier to resist the erosion of the water.

The survivors, whether they were enemies of the White Tiger Clan or people from all realms, were now swimming towards higher and safer terrain.

"What...is this? Why is there such a strange phenomenon in the world?" Sister Meng asked at this time.

Elder Wangchen helped maintain the barrier and said:

"The Way of Heaven was already broken, and after this battle, it completely collapsed."

"What should we do? We can't hold on for too long!" an injured person nearby exclaimed.

Elder Wangchen's eyes flashed with pain at this moment:

"The only way to destroy the way of heaven is to sacrifice a powerful soul.

And...in this world, only the Emperor and the Destined One have this qualification."

Everyone's eyes were on the Emperor standing in front of Lotus.

Nan Mingchen slowly stood up at this time, and the relics of the thirty thousand realms were stabilized.

Huaisheng immediately went to help the emperor.

Nan Mingchen waved his hand and his eyes turned to the lotus.

The lotus is not in a stable state at this moment, and it can be seen that Xixi is struggling.

Nan Mingchen spoke slowly at this time and looked at Elder Wangchen:

"Elder, thank you for your education over the years.

Mingzhe Tianzun said, "This is the destiny of heaven, do not try to stop it."

But I ultimately went against the destiny.

From now on, I hope you will take good care of Xixi."

The last sentence was directed to Sister Meng and others.

"No!" The injured Nan Mo cried sadly:

"If the Emperor is gone, and the little sister wakes up...

It will hurt like hell."