At that time, rivers of blood flowed in the battle, and all the gods and men on both sides died together. The blood of the gods dyed the entire continent red. After the blood settled, the land of the Northern Cold Land turned a shocking black. Therefore, the Northern Cold Land was also called the Northern Cold Land.
It is the battlefield of the gods or the tomb of the gods.
According to legend, the battlefield of the gods in the Northern Cold Land is full of broken weapons and corpses of the gods. The deeper you go, the more broken weapons appear. It is even rumored that deep in the battlefield of the gods, there are complete weapons.
Weapons exist, and whoever can obtain those weapons will become the strongest person in the world. Of course, this is also for the mortal world.
The things placed on these two shelves, whether they are broken jade pieces, stones, etc., are all things from the Northern Cold Land. Of course, these were all found in the periphery.
As for the box of stones, Qing Ling didn't understand. They just went to find the remains of the magic weapon. Why did they also collect the stones?
The spring on the wrist is indifferent. It is extremely sensitive to the breath of treasures and does not think the things on the shelf are valuable. Qingling also does not believe that the Tianjin Empire has obtained the remains of these magic weapons outside the Northern Cold Land for a long time.
Nothing special.
Qingling's eyes swept over the scattered small items on the shelf one by one, and finally her eyes rested on the box of stones. The stones themselves were special, but it was a little unreasonable to put them here. She stretched out her hand and picked up the box.
At that moment, I placed it in the palm of my hand and observed carefully, it was still so ordinary. At this time, Quanquan's voice rang out and reached Qingling's ears, "Miss, there is something weird about this stone!"
"Oh? Did Quanquan find anything?" Qingling squeezed her hands tightly. Looking at the circle around her wrist, Quanquan moved her body, twisted and crawled onto Qingling's palm, her little body curled up.
It seems that I have been observing carefully since I was a child.
After a long time, Quanquan once again used the power of the contract to pass on his perception to Qingling, "Miss sister, it's not this stone. Look, there should be a stone in the box that is different from the others. Where do I get it from?"
I feel a strange aura, which is more amazing than spiritual energy. Although I have never seen what fairy energy is like, but that kind of aura should be more powerful than immortal energy. The stone in your hand is somewhat infected by that aura, so
There should be a stone in the box where the smell comes from."
Hearing what Quanquan said, Qingling immediately started to pick up the stones in the box and put them in the palm of her hand, letting Quanquan feel that that piece was the thing with a special aura that she felt. For that special kind of
Qingling couldn't feel the breath, so she could only leave this matter to Quanquan.
Pieces of small stones were taken out of the box. The big ones were the size of fists, and the small ones were only the size of thumbs. The box was not big, and it was enough to hold more than twenty stones. It took a long time for one person and one animal to finally remove them from a ping pong.
A special aura is found on the round, earth-purple stone the size of a ball.
"This is it!" Quanquan said with certainty, curling up on the stone and narrowing his eyes as if he was enjoying it.
"Is there any special smell on this stone? Why didn't I notice it?" Qing Ling picked up the stone, and even the spring coiled on it hung on the stone and refused to let go. She put the stone in front of her eyes and looked at it.
There is nothing special about it, except for the color, it is just an ordinary stone.
She put it under her nose and smelled it, and suddenly a clear breath flowed down her nose and into her lungs. This feeling made Qingling feel warm and comfortable like never before, as if this stone had a deep connection with her.
"Quanquan, did you notice anything from this stone?"
"Miss, Quanquan just feels that the smell of this stone is weird, and I haven't noticed anything else." Quanquan answered truthfully.
"Oh?" Qing Ling frowned. She felt that the secret of this stone was already in front of her eyes, but it seemed that an important element was missing. She could not figure out an elusive key.
what is it?
The purple stone reminded Qing Ling of its place of origin. It should be the battlefield of the gods known as the Northern Cold Land, right? That land was dyed red by blood. Why not try to see if the blood can change the stone?
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Thinking of this, Qingling held the purple stone in her right hand, stretched out an index finger with her left hand, and flashed the Dragon Spirit Sword at the center of her eyebrows, turning into a gold and silver glaze the size of an embroidery needle. With a stroke on the finger of Qingling's left hand, an instant
A round red drop of blood surged up from the broken skin, followed by a second drop and a third drop.
Blood beads rolled down and dripped on the purple stone on the palm of the right hand. Without any warning, they were all absorbed by the stone. The stone that absorbed the blood gradually changed. The originally dim purple became brighter, with more purple in it.
The bright red color blends with the color of the stone, gradually becoming dazzling and purple.
"Miss, it's so comfortable. The breath on this stone makes Quanquan feel so comfortable. It seems that if you smell it more, you can evolve into a more powerful golden dragon. My dragon clan is changing! It's changing slowly!"
At this time, Quanquan’s excited shouts resounded in Qingling’s heart——……………………………………………………