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Huang Mengmeng's light is flowing, like the earth waves are rolling, Ye Zichuan seems to smell a kind of earthy smell, but it also carries a kind of fragrance, which is very peculiar.

After approaching, Ye Zichuan could clearly see what was on the stone.

It was actually a piece of soil, with a golden color and a cloud-like nature, just like a cloud of yellow condensing and still changing.

What is this?

Staring at the yellow cloud carefully, Ye Zichuan felt as if staring at a piece of loess continent, thick, heavy, and vigorous, giving people a sense of oppression.

Is that kind of terrible pressure caused by this kind of thing?

If this is the case, it would be too amazing. You don't need to think about how amazing this cloud-like soil is.

Ye Zichuan stretched out his hand, and the yellow cloud flowed, slowly covering his palm.

His palm suddenly sank down, as if dragging a piece of mountain, the weight of this yellow cloud was too frightening.

A little bit of golden light flickered, and the yellow cloud contained endless good fortune and vitality, and it seemed that all souls and lives could be created.

"what?"

Ye Zichuan suddenly discovered something, and felt that this breath seemed familiar.

This seems to be... the smell of soil!

That's right, it is the soil.

The breath that Huang Yun exudes is somewhat similar to the breath soil in his medicine field, but it is stronger and more vigorous, as if it has been upgraded many times.

"Could this be?"

Ye Zichuan suddenly thought of something.

Nine Heavens Rest!

This is a divine object in myths and legends, owned by Empress Nuwa, a powerful congenital sacred object, transformed from the lotus soil of the legendary twelve-pin Qinglian.

Ye Zichuan's eyes widened. If this guess is true, the value of the yellow cloud in his hand is really immeasurable.

Huang Yun rolled in the palm of his hand, obviously only the size of a slap, but it gave people the feeling of boundlessness, as if all the land and soil in the world were brewing in it.

Empress the earth, thick soil is virtue, thick soil carries things.

The soil continent is the place where countless creatures were born and lived, and its importance is self-evident.

The Nine Heavens Breathing Soil can be said to be the essence of all soils, the most sacred thing, and it can create endless good fortune and magic.

Boom!

At this moment, the mountain at the foot trembled violently, and then it broke apart and began to disintegrate.

But within a quarter of an hour, a 500-meter-high hill disappeared and sank into the ground, as if it had never appeared before.

Ye Zichuan looked at the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil in his hand, his eyes flickered slightly.

At this moment, a strong and fierce breath suddenly appeared from a distance, and arrived here almost in the blink of an eye.

They heard the movement here and rushed over as quickly as possible.

In this chaotic mystery of endless good fortune, something must have been born to cause such a movement.

Several powerful creatures stared at the things in Ye Zichuan's hands at the same time.

None of them are the main gods, but they are already high-level life forms, with surging energy in their bodies, looking at Ye Zichuan without kindness.

Because Ye Zichuan looked too ordinary, they didn't realize that this was a master at all.

"Hand over things and spare you not to die!"

Said a Zerg who had turned into a half-human form, with a sharp and piercing voice.

Ye Zichuan glanced at him faintly, as if he hadn't heard it, and took the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil into his own universe.

"you wanna die!"

The humanoid Zerg in the lower part of the body was instantly angry, and the upper body's claws were as sharp as a sickle, turning into an afterimage, waving the claws, and the sharp cold light split the void.

Ye Zichuan just stood there, seeing the sickle-like snow light about to fall on him, but the next moment, only a bang, the Zerg exploded directly.

The sky was full of blood and bones, and a rain of blood appeared here, staining the ground a large area.

The expressions of the other creatures changed slightly, and they looked at Ye Zichuan with some uncertainty.

Could it be that he did it?

But it's not like it. Ye Zichuan didn't even move a finger, how did he do it?

Ye Zichuan didn't look at them more, and then the figure slowly disappeared like a reflection in the water.

The other creatures looked at each other, and then left here too.

Continuing to walk in this chaotic mystery that is full of good fortune, Ye Zichuan couldn't help but sigh.

This secret realm should have been closed for a long time. Since its formation, no one has come in. It is very well preserved. Everything in it has been created over a long period of time. It is a treasure of the heavens and the earth, and a collection of the essence of the universe.

All kinds of elixir are everywhere, and the amazing aura and energy have been atomized, making people feel like they are in a fairyland.

At this time, more and more people entered this secret realm, and there were people fighting in many places, vying for good fortune.

At this time, outside, the entrance to the secret realm was already controlled.

Four powerful civilizations guarded the entrance, preventing those behind them from entering!

The good fortune inside can only be divided among the four civilizations.

Therefore, these four major civilizations sent powerful forces into the secret realm to strangle those who entered before.

These are four elite troops, headed by the above gods, with only a few dozen people, but their combat effectiveness is very tough, and many creatures have been hunted down by them.

At this time, in front of Ye Zichuan, there was such a small team, with the lowest level of life being eighth, which was equivalent to a middle god.

A metal being died, was killed by them, and turned into a piece of metal.

Ye Zichuan glanced, then turned around to leave.

But those people found him and flew over in an instant, surrounding him.

"Something?" Ye Zichuan glanced at them lightly.

"Human race?" A murderous intent flashed across one of them.

"So what?"

"Any human race that enters the secret realm will be killed!" An astonishing cold light burst into the eyes of the headed life.

When the voice fell, he turned into a shock, and directly killed Ye Zichuan.

Ye Zichuan's face was expressionless, but an astonishing soul power exploded between his eyebrows.

"Ah!" "Ah!"

There was a scream, and the eyebrows of several creatures split open, and blood was flowing.

Their souls were in chaos, but were washed away in an instant, completely unable to stop Ye Zichuan's power.

"Lord God?"

The complexions of several creatures changed drastically.

The breath that Ye Zichuan had just revealed was clearly the power of the Lord God, causing their bodies to split and couldn't bear it.

"All humans are killed? What a big tone."

Looking at the headed creature, Ye Zichuan's eyes gradually became cold.

The creature gritted his teeth and said: "The secret realm is now controlled by our four major civilizations. All forces that do not belong to the four civilizations will be expelled."

The companion next to him kept winking and told him not to say anything.