In the dark void, Yan Qing stood quietly, looking at it a little strangely, the mass of yellow and misty things as big as cotton. This mass is indeed very strange, the sword does not hurt, water and fire do not invade, it is quietly suspended in the air, emitting a faint yellow light.

Moreover, it also exudes the breath of life and seems to be growing.

Yan Qing knew that this mass of things was not simple, it could be regarded as a peerless treasure, but he didn't know how to put it away. It was suspended there, and he couldn't move it for half a minute, and he couldn't help but freeze there.

"Am I really sorry for you?"

Yan Qing frowned, and the stone sword in his hand slashed out again, but the stone sword was like cutting into cotton, and it couldn't hurt it at all. Then, he was slightly stunned, he had been ignoring the other breath of the cotton ball, that is, the breath of yellow earth.

Perhaps, the breath of yellow earth is its real breath.

As time passed, the lump of cotton seemed to have grown a little, and Yan Qing couldn't help but be a little surprised when she noticed this situation now.

This cotton-like thing made him more and more curious.

"If the breath of yellow clay is its real breath, then am I ignoring something?" Yan Qing said thoughtfully, and began to look through the various memories in his mind to see if he could find out what this mass was.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of the myths and legends he had seen on the earth, this cotton ball-like thing, which seemed to be somewhat like the myths and legends. In myths and legends, the soil is a relic left by Dayu in the ancient city of Jingzhou, and it also refers to a kind of soil that can grow on its own and never be consumed.

Here, nature refers to the second case.

"Xi" means to grow, and Xitu refers to the soil that can continue to grow and compete with the water potential.

At this time, Yan Qing's mind suddenly popped up, the myths and legends on this earth, and he couldn't help but be shocked, could it really be that thing? He was a little puzzled, and looked around the mass of things carefully. This cotton-like thing seems to look more and more like the mythical polygon, and it is capable of growing.

In the myths and legends of the earth, Xiyang is one of the treasures of Nuwa Palace, which is an innate magic weapon, the ancestral source of the earth, and a sacred relic of the human race. A handful of loess, showing a strange kind of golden, rising with the wind, the magic of the change is endless. The yellow light that seemed to be gold and not gold unfolded, and the yellow cloud swelled up, which was a cloud of several acres in size. With the growth and decline of external attacks, and the general change of external enemies, you are big and I am big, you are small and I am small, and you are determined to move, tenacious and dense, and invulnerable.

The most important point is that any force that penetrates into the yellow clouds, if it encounters a cotton bag, it will not be able to advance a bit, even if it is the sword qi of the immortals, it is helpless.

Isn't this exactly the cotton ball?

Its sword does not hurt, water and fire do not invade, and even the stone sword can not do anything in the slightest. And, from a distance, it also looks like a yellow cloud.

Yan Qing carefully recalled the myths and legends about the soil, and the more she recalled, the more surprised she became, and found that this cotton-like thing seemed to be the mythical and legendary soil.

However, in myths and legends, once the rest of the earth is sacrificed, unless the mana is particularly profound, transcendent and holy, or has the same magic weapon, it is impossible to resist the infinite innate earth god thunder.

Now this strange cotton ball does not have any innate earth god thunder.

At this time, Yan Qing couldn't help but be a little puzzled, could it be that she was just thinking too much? Moreover, the myths and legends of the earth, after all, are only the myths and legends of the earth, these are two different worlds, and they can't be taken seriously.

Myths and legends also record that as long as the rest of the soil is sprinkled, the yellow dust surges, and the four sides are closed, squeezing and rubbing, and the gods are destroyed, and the power is terrifying. In ancient times, Nuwa Niangniang had given it to the emperor to restrain the catastrophe caused by the death of the Gonggong clan......

"Is it Xiyang, could it be that I am thinking too much?"

Yan Qingda frowned, analyzing and comparing it little by little, but the more he analyzed, the more he found that it looked like the mythical and legendary Xiyang.

At this time, he couldn't help but get a little excited.

If this cotton-like thing is really the stuff of myths and legends, it is definitely a treasure of the world. Then, he became a little distressed, and he seemed to have nothing to do with the cotton.

"How can I accept you?"

Yan Qing thought quietly, one idea after another popped into his mind, and he tried a lot, but there was still no way. This cotton-like thing almost tortured him to the point that he had no temper, and even if he knew it was a good thing, he could only stare dryly.

At this time, Yan Qing circled around it, turning a little irritable, and almost wanted to leave with her hands.

"You don't want to confess the Lord, do you?"

Yan Qingpan sat in the void, tilting his head and thinking, and then a little bit of essence blood was thrown away, dripping onto the cotton ball, but the cotton ball did not react.

"Damn, I can't help you if I don't believe it, I swallow you!"

Time passed little by little, Yan Qing didn't want to stalemate any longer, and swallowed the cotton ball into her stomach in a fit of anger. When he swallowed the cotton ball into his stomach and was about to leave, he suddenly found that the cotton ball in his belly was missing.

What's the situation?

Yan Qing was a little stunned, and then quickly looked up, only to find that the cotton ball had actually appeared in his divine sea.

At this time, it was quietly suspended in the Divine Sea, slowly absorbing his Divine Element.

Yan Qing frowned, and then sat down cross-legged, intending to refine this cotton ball.

Boom Boom –

In the sea of gods, the yellow light bursts, and the cotton ball exudes a strong yellow clay breath, and in the yellow clay breath, there is also a vigorous breath, which seems to be vibrant.

At this time, it seemed to grow in the sea of gods, and its size slowly became larger.

"Forget it, don't forget it. ”

After a while, Yan Qing realized that he couldn't refine it, so he also stood up and swept towards the void. Decades had passed since he left the Mountain Realm, and he didn't want to stay in the void any longer.

And just after he left the void where the wasteland was, a white-haired gray-robed old man came with a sword, exuding a terrifying aura from his body.

"Huh, why not?"

The gray-robed old man wrinkled, his eyes looking around, "Isn't it here?"

After a few moments, the gray-robed old man expanded his search space, but still didn't find what he was looking for.

"There's nothing wrong with that. ”

The gray-robed old man stood quietly, with some doubts in his heart.

At this time, he searched carefully, and suddenly found that the aura of this void was a little different. Immediately after, his face changed suddenly, and he vaguely felt that what he was looking for had been taken by someone else.

"Hmph, who took the old man's things?"

The gray-robed old man was furious, he didn't know how much time and resources he spent on finding this thing, but he found a little trace of it.

But now, just found a little clue, and someone took it first.

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