you're asking me? " Yunxiao rolled his eyes at him. who should I ask? " He beckoned with his bare hand, and the cauldron of mountain and river began to spin and fly back.
He patted the cauldron, and a rhythm spread out from it. A ray of light rushed out from it and shot into the sky.
Then, the cauldron of mountain and river turned into a miniature form, flew into Yunxiao's hand, and disappeared.
The demon Dragon and Yunxiao hurriedly looked up at the light and saw a black sphere floating in the air, like a piece of coal.
"Turned into ashes?" the demonic Dragon exclaimed.
Yunxiao was dumbfounded as well. Oh my God! Where's my breathing earth? it can't be gone, can it? "
