"With your soul, this Sumeru mustard seed is now ownerless, you just need to use your soul to communicate with it, and once you get its approval, you can have it. The stray dog said in an encouraging tone.

"It's not going to be a pit, is it?, is there still some soul contract to sign, and if I want to have it, I have to be dominated by it first. Or is there a demon living in it, eh? Once I try to communicate, he will devour my soul and then borrow rebirth, these are all old routines, but they can't fool me!" Chen Yu said with a cold snort, posing as an old Jianghu.

"I see that you are not bad, so I gave you the baby, you don't have to inch in, if you don't want it, I will take it back, and find someone else. The stray dog said angrily.

It's really kind to be a donkey's liver and lungs.

"Then tell me first, what kind of ghost are you? According to you, I am the destined person you are looking for, so you must give me an explanation of your background. Chen Hell has a keen sense that a mysterious and bizarre and extraordinary thing is about to happen to him, this is a good opportunity to open the protagonist's aura, and it must not be allowed to slip away in vain.

"I'm from the Qingxuan Continent, and I'm a spirit pet, but I haven't been psychic yet, so I don't have any magical powers. The stray dog said.

"Qingxuan Continent, a proper fantasy novel, then why did you come to our Eurasian continent?" Chen asked healed.

Using the Eurasian continent to compare with the Qingxuan continent made Chen Hell feel that he was very creative.

"Eurasia? It turns out that this is the Eurasian continent. My master is a monk in the Qingxuan Continent, and it is because of this Sumeru mustard seed that he caused a fatal disaster, and before the fall, the master sealed the Sumeru mustard seed in my body and threw me into the spatial crack, so that I could find someone destined to avenge him in the future!" the stray dog sobbed in a low voice and said sadly.

Chen Heal can feel the pathos that comes from the depths of the soul of a stray dog, which is the ultimate that a dog can do.

"I see, isn't your master super powerful, one punch can break the sky, one kick can crack the ground, turn your hands into clouds and cover your hands for rain?" Chen Cheng became interested, completely ignored the terrible weather, found an eaves, and communicated seriously with stray dogs.

"No, my master is still far from the realm you said, he is just a loose cultivator, without a sect, wandering the rivers and lakes, and accidentally got this Sumeru mustard seed, but he was hunted down and killed because of this, and finally fell. The stray dog said.

"As far as I know, to be able to throw you into a spatial rift, this kind of means alone is not something that ordinary monks can have, right, you still say that your master can't do it? What's more, he still has a spirit pet, can ordinary people have it?" Chen Heal found that he was getting more and more upright.

"Tearing the space is just a small trick that my master learned from this Sumeru mustard seed, and there is not much that the master can do, and the space he tore apart is just enough to stuff me in.

As for me, I'm just the lowest-level spiritual pet on the Qingxuan Continent, very stupid, even if I am psychic, I can only awaken one spiritual skill, which is very weak. The stray dog explained.

"Oh, it turned out to be a pair of waste wood combinations, so as a spirit pet, you should at least have a name for pulling the wind, right?" Chen Hell probably figured out the background.

"Stray, my name is called Stray Dog, the kind that no one wants in the Qingxuan Continent, so I can only wander around, you can call me Stray directly. Wandering said.

"Okay, I've basically gotten the general situation, so, from now on, can I be counted as your master?" Chen Hell nodded and asked.

"Do you really want to take me as your pet? I'm weak, the kind that no one wants. The wandering eyes looked at Chen Heal, saying that no one wanted it, and his eyes were clearly saying: Choose me, choose me!

"That's right, it's you!I want you! I'm willing to be your master!" Chen said without hesitation.

What's there to think about? Even if it's the lowest-level spirit pet, it's still a spirit pet, better than the noisy teddy in the neighborhood, right?

Soul pet!

A spirit pet that crossed over from some fantasy continent! It's just shiny, okay?

"Then I have to sign a bloodline contract, I will break history and become the first spirit pet to sign a bloodline contract in the history of our stray dog race!"

"Wait, the bloodline contract? I probably understand, but how do I get it?" Chen Yu looked at the wanderer with vigilance.

"It's simple, every spirit pet has a contract sigil engraved in its bloodline, as long as human blood comes in and activates this sigil, it will successfully sign a bloodline contract, I am your spirit pet, you are my master." "There is a divine light in the eyes of the stray, after all, it will break history and become the supreme glory of the stray dog family!

This is a glorious moment!

"How much blood do you need? I'm not in good health, don't hollow me out!" Chen asked uneasily.

"A little, a little is enough! it's just an introduction, it won't affect you much!" said the wanderer, shaking his head.

"No, didn't you lick my arm just now, there was blood on my arm, it should be enough, right?" Chen asked cautiously.

"I only licked it, of course that wasn't enough, anyway, you already have a wound, just give me a little more blood!" said the wanderer with a wink of eyes, pitiful.

"Okay, okay, let's get out, I'll lick you a few more bites, like you said, it's already broken anyway, do you care about bleeding more?" Chen Heal turned his heart sideways, stretched his injured arm to the wanderer's mouth, turned his head and blindfolded his eyes.

Whew!

The wanderer let out an excited growl, and his rough tongue licked Chen's healing arm.

There were many fine particles distributed on its tongue, which were firmly stuck to Chen Hehe's arm at once, and at the same time, those small particles seemed to have all turned into a full-powered water pump in an instant, and the huge suction power came, and the blood in Chen Hehe's body was almost uncontrollably torn out.

I grass!

Chen cursing cursed, only to feel a dizziness in his head, and then lost consciousness.

For some reason, it was obviously a bit of cold weather, but after Chen fainted, he felt warm and even a little hot.

Isn't it supposed to be so cold that you suffocate when you lose too much blood?

It's strange that Chen can clearly feel that he is conscious, but he just can't wake up, and his first feeling is a nightmare.

It is also commonly known as the ghost press.

But no, to use a more accurate word, it should be out-of-body!

The word that suddenly came out of nowhere made Chen Yu startled, I can't be dead, right? I also went down to the fire of the eighteen layers of hell, and I was suffering from the scorching hellfire!

He tried to open his eyes, and he did, and he saw everything around him.

But it's not a rainy street, but a pure white world, like a heavenly fairyland, and even breathing has become much more refreshing.

"Where is this?" Chen couldn't help but ask.

"This is the old man's Sumeru world. An old but deep voice resounded throughout the pure white world.

"You are the owner of that loose cultivator in the Qingxuan Continent?" asked Chen Cheng curiously.

I have to say that it doesn't hurt to read a few more online novels at ordinary times, if you judge the amount of reading by the number of words, Chen Cheng can now be regarded as reading more than 10,000 volumes.

Generally speaking, those who can have this kind of adventure are the protagonists

And in this case, there is absolutely only good and no harm for you, Chen Hell is not nervous at all, some are just looking forward to and curious.

"You said that little old man, well, he is just a choice in desperation when the old man is in a hurry, but unfortunately his qualifications are too poor, even if he has a treasure, he doesn't know how to dig, and the final result can only be that the husband is not guilty and guilty.

Speaking of which, it was the old man who killed him and involved him, but he couldn't protect him, so in the end he could only teach him some simple little tricks, tear the space, and throw this Sumeru mustard seed out.

That little old man is also a kind-hearted person, he can't take care of his own life, and he still wants to save a lowliest spiritual pet, it's a pity, it's a pity. The mysterious voice that claimed to be the old man said regretfully.

"Then who are you?" Chen Heal's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up and asked.

"The old man is the Emperor of Qingxuan!The creator of the Qingxuan Continent!" The mysterious voice echoed repeatedly in the pure white space, deafening and majestic, making Chen's healing heart tremble.

"You are not a generation powerhouse on the Qingxuan Continent, but a creator?" Chen Hell asked.

"Yes, Qingxuan Continent is named after the old man, you kid is a little smart. Emperor Qingxuan said with satisfaction.

"Then what is your situation now? Is it that the divine soul is about to dissipate, and only by hiding in this Sumeru mustard seed can it be preserved?" A storm blew in Chen's healing mind, and various fantasy novels that he had read in his life surged wildly.

"Almost this is the case, even if the old man is the creator of the world, and can even be called a god, but there is no real immortality in this world, and the old man has lived for 100,000 years, and he will inevitably dissipate between heaven and earth. Although it was a matter of life and death, Emperor Qingxuan's tone was very calm, without any waves.

After all, standing at the height of the creator, he understands the inevitable laws more clearly than ordinary people, and he naturally accepts them more calmly.

Besides, if you live for 100,000 years, you must want to die, right?

"Now, I should be regarded as the destined person you chose, right?" After figuring out the identity of the other party, Chen Yu couldn't wait to go straight to the point.

"Of course, the things of fate are already destined in the dark, including the little old man with poor qualifications, he suffered this catastrophe, it was also fate, I can't say, it is just to cross you. Emperor Qingxuan said.

"Okay, let's talk about what you are going to hand over to me, is it to inherit the stunt, or to avenge you, or even to save the common people?" Chen Hell asked, with a sense of sacredness that the heavens would descend on the people.