Wan Yang's face was very gloomy. He had naturally heard Xiao Zhan's words not long ago. Although the other party didn't say anything, the half-smiling look told him that their attempt would be noticed soon. If they continued, they would definitely suffer.
to take revenge.
Wan Gan snorted coldly: "How could it be that we just let it go?"
Wan Que's face was very gloomy. He still remembered the way Xiao Zhan looked at him. It was a kind of ridicule, as if he was mocking him for not overestimating his own abilities. Damn it! A lowly Xuantu human dared to ridicule him. He thought he was
Whoever it is, just wait, you will definitely regret it.
Wan Qing smiled bitterly and said: "Dad, Mr. Xiao is far stronger than you think. He was obviously a warning just now. If we continue, it will be more than just a warning."
Wan Yang said disdainfully: "What does a small Xuantu human have to be afraid of? This is the Ming Road, the paradise of the Nether tribe. In Xuantu he may be able to run rampant, but here he is absolutely nothing."
Wan Que said calmly: "I'll contact the Lord of the Underworld. You stay here and don't cause me any trouble. Otherwise, don't blame me for falling out."
Wan Qu looked at Wan Qing with warning eyes.
Wan Qing smiled bitterly, he didn't know what to say.
…
Demon Soul Castle is located in the center of the Demon Realm, but it is not above the ground, but above the ground. This is the center of the entire Demon Realm.
The Soul Realm is not without living things. There are many races living here. They are basically the food fed by the Soul Clan. A soul tide will occur in the Soul Realm after a while. Countless Soul Clan emerge from the ground and attack the Soul Realm.
All the gods go on a hunt. What the soul tribe likes most is to devour the souls. Often, after every hunt, a large number of creatures in the entire soul realm lose their souls.
The Great Hunt is underway, and millions of soul tribes have come out of the underground to hunt all living things they can see.
"Hehe! The White Ape Clan is really fast in looking ahead. In just over ten years, their population has more than doubled."
A man in white robe looked at the raging soul clan with a smile.
The soul race looks no different from the ordinary human races, but what they have is not flesh and blood, but spiritual bodies made entirely of sharpness. The man in white robe is very handsome, and his skin is as crystal clear as jade.
There seems to be a vague aroma lingering.
A gorgeous woman stood next to the man in white robe. She was not ordinary charming.
"It's a pity that although the White Ape Clan is reproducing very quickly, the souls of these new generations are still too fragile. They may be a great supplement to the general soul clan, but they are not enough for warriors of our level."
The two of them stood on an ancient battleship. They looked down at the hunting battle that was going on below them, and they felt like they had everything under control.
"There is nothing we can do about this. The growth of any human-monster must go through a process, so we often have to hunt moderately, if we want to catch all the creatures in the soul realm."
"It's a pity that the White Ape clan was seriously injured in the last hunting. The strongest among the clan is only a demigod. Otherwise, we could have a feast."
The two men had smiles on their lips, and they sounded like the white apes were their food. Of course, not just the white apes, but all flesh and blood creatures were their food.
"Young Master, there are people from the Nether Clan who want to see you."
A soul race appeared in front of the two of them. He was a demigod, wrapped in silver armor, and looked full of an evil aura.
"People from the Hades?"
The white-robed man frowned for a moment, and he shook his head and said: "I hate the Nether Clan. Their souls are full of death and can pollute our Soul Clan. If we accidentally swallow the Nether Clan's soul, then we will never have a future."
Already."
The gorgeous woman raised her eyebrows and said, "People from the Underworld are very annoying, but why do they appear here?"
The man in white robe said coldly: "Netherworld people rarely appear here. Maybe there is something really going on. Let's talk about it after seeing them."
…
"I've met Young Master Bai."
Wan Gan appeared in front of the man in white robe with a senior look on his face.
The man in white robe looked at Wan Qu for a while and then said, "Do we know each other?"
Wan Gan smiled and said: "Of course we don't know each other, but I came here this time to tell Young Master Bai some good news."
The man in white robe raised his eyebrows and said: "Good news? Tell me, if it is really good news, I will never miss out on your benefits."
Wan Gan smiled slightly and said: "As we all know, the Soul Clan sucks souls and devours divine souls, while we Nether Clan need to devour flesh and blood. Now I know that an astonishing number of strong human beings have entered the Nether Road. They are very powerful and in the demigod realm.
There are many warriors above."
The man in white robe's eyes suddenly lit up and asked: "Where are these people?"
Wan Qu smiled and said: "There is no problem in telling Young Master Bai, but we must discuss the content of cooperation."
The man in white robe said with a smile: "You want the physical bodies of these warriors."
Wan Gan nodded and said: "We, the Nether Clan, are not interested in the physical bodies of ordinary warriors. What I really care about is the Nether Clan warrior among these people. His bloodline is very high. If I can swallow his bloodline, I can evolve myself."
, this is what I value most.”
The man in white robe chuckled and said: "We are not interested in the people of the Underworld, so why not leave it to you?"
Wan Gan smiled slightly and said, "That's very good."
The white-robed man said proudly: "Tell me where they are. The souls belong to us, and the Nether Clan belongs to you. As for the bodies of those human warriors, they naturally belong to us. You Nether Clan don't care anyway."
Wan Gan nodded with a smile. He was sneering in his heart. He knew very well that if he told this conceited young master of the Soul Clan that the Nether Clan was a god, he would not dare to trouble Xiao Zhan and his party.
The Lord will not take action. Wan Qu is very proud. The man in white robe wants to kill Xiao Zhan and his party. It is naturally a dream. The most likely thing is that he will be killed. In this case, the Lord of the Soul Realm will come forward.
The war between the God Throne and the God Throne is inevitable, and then you can reap the benefits.
Wan Que was very proud of his plan. He seemed to have seen Chen Zhijun's flesh and blood body in front of him. As long as he could devour it, he was sure that he could reach a higher level.
"Is there something weird about this old guy?"
The beautiful woman frowned. The soul tribe was very strange. They were very sensitive to the feeling of the soul. The contact with Wan Que just now made her feel the abnormal fluctuations in the soul of the other party.
The man in white robe sneered: "This old guy is a top-level demigod. Maybe that Nether Clan is a half-step god, or even stronger. But don't worry about these, we are strong enough to crush each other. One and a half gods.
God’s soul is better than the souls of hundreds of thousands of ordinary creatures, I hope we will not be disappointed this time.”