Without hesitation, he tried to pinch the trick, and the process was not difficult, and in a short time a cloud appeared under his feet, which was weak and quite thick, like a bed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Only then did he discover that this cloud technique could not only step on auspicious clouds, but also sleep on them.

To be able to sleep like the immortal lying high in the Nine Heavens, overlooking the earth, is extraordinary.

On the other hand, in the white mountain outside, the flesh was already dripping blood, such a good technique, not to mention him, it is estimated that the sect master saw it and was very satisfied.

Yun Sect Yun Sect, obtaining is the meaning of this soaring clouds and flying into the sky, which is intended to be free and unrestrained.

It can be said that this technique is not only the creation of Baishan, but also the creation of the entire Yun Sect.

"Second senior brother, don't be angry, if you want to blame, blame me for not being as good as others. Although the little fat man was comforted, he also had a sad face.

But seeing a flash of light in front of him, it was naturally a cloud of winning dust and flying over, which was majestic and full of style.

"It's your turn," Ying Chen looked at the little fat man and said lightly.

The little fat man didn't speak, he was aggrieved in his heart, and flew in silence to lead the way.

They came to another basin, where there was no fog, the opposite of what had been before.

After the dust fell, a palm-sized stone was dug out of the ground, and the stone had four holes in it that seemed to absorb the mist.

Yingchen's face was finally happy, and now it has been pulled down again. How can it be that again and again, it is a chicken rib baby.

Cast even wondered if he had been deceived, just thinking about it, and it was impossible. Although these babies are chicken, they are actually quite extraordinary, and they all work wonders in their respective fields.

It's just a little different from the requirements of Yingchen's heart, but in the end, there is better than nothing.

Since it can absorb the mist, it is called the fog stone.

Subsequently, Yingchen and Bai Shan and the little fat man went back. Seeing that it was still early for the day, he took Chunfan to the last place of creation.

This time, it was a high mountain on the edge of the ancient ruins, and in a cave, there was a white bone leaning against the stone wall, and in the hands of the white bone, a withered flower was clutched.

The flower has six petals, and although it withers, it does not wither.

Ying Chen looked at it, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "This is... The other side of the flowers......"

He walked in quickly, picked it up, and found that it was really the other side flower, but there were two kinds of flowers on the other side of the world.

One like the six petals in his hand can recall the memories of the dead, even if they have become white bones and enter reincarnation, they can also recall some fragmented memories.

The other is the four-petaled flower, but the effect is very vicious, and it is also the rarest. According to legend, people who love each other can never see each other again until they die.

"It's a pity, if you get some earlier, you can use it on the Nine Awakening Giant Monks, if you can get some Nine Awakening Powerful Spells because of this......" Although Ying Chen is a pity, he is still quite satisfied.

Whether it is a four-petal flower or an eight-petal flower, it is actually quite rare, rare in the world, and rare once in a thousand years.

I didn't expect to meet here.

However, this flower can only be cast once, and after one time, it will turn into ashes and dissipate between heaven and earth.

Chunfan watched outside, watching Ying Chen come out with the flowers on the other side in his hand, his heart tightened, but he didn't say anything.

It was two trips back and forth, and although it was not yet daylight, it was already early in the morning, and it was the twenty-ninth day.

Ying Chen silently looked at the ancient ruins not far away, his eyes full of yearning. Muttered: "It's almost ... It's almost ......"

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I feel so uncomfortable, the poor state of the code does not move the word, and the stomach hurts at night, let me slow down, tomorrow will explode. (To be continued.) )