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Still that old saying.

If you don't, you won't die. Why can't some people understand that?

The Heart Demon Red Sword thinks that even at this time, Senior Bai immediately pulled out the meteor sword, one sword to the grave, and the Song Shuhang Yuan God below can't be too caved!

“Don't worry.” Senior Bai photographed the tablet, softly said: “When the Book Sail really hangs up, I'll remember to sweep you a grave every time I go out. Counting the time, it's almost Six-Eared Swordsman's festival day... If you hang up in a few days, I can sweep the tomb for you and Six-Eared Swordsman next time. Then you will be in the grave, and I will be outside the grave, and I will cut your head for you. ”

Liu Ear Jianjun was a good friend of Senior Bai's before he was last closed, and several other friends of the Dojo 1 group also knew him.

Strength is the realm of Six Pins Zhenjun.

Thirty years ago, when he struck the realm of the Seven Distinguished, the demon wrapped himself around him and turned to ashes in the fire robbery, killing himself.

Senior Bai left the gate this time, after hearing from Huangshan about the failure of the Six-Eared Sword King's ferry, he left a deep sigh.

“If you want to hang up, hurry up and pick a good day these days.” Senior White squatted down again and gently patted the graves.

Song Shuhang under the tombstone hurriedly shouted: “No, Senior Bai, please stop talking! ”

Once Senior White's gold mouth opens, what if it comes true?

It's the 27th of the month, and his little goal now is to live in peace until the end of the month.

“Baidou, you don't have to worry about the holidays.” Heart Demon Red Sword Hey hey smile: “I have a feeling that the next time you leave, you can go to the grave for Song Shuhang any day. 365 days a year, every day is Sung Shuhang's festival day. ”

“Senior Red Sword, don't talk nonsense! I have a holiday every month for twelve months at the most. 365 days a year is my holiday too much!” Song Shuhang rebutted angrily.

Heart Demon Red Sword: “…”

As a hard-hearted demon, it somehow felt a little pity for Song Shuhang at this time.

365 days, every day is a festival, because it feels like a joke when you hear it, so it doesn't feel very shocking.

But the Book Sail itself said, 'Twelve months, every month there will be a feast day’, but it approaches the truth.

Reality is often more entrenched than jokes.

Stone tablet: "…”

What did Song Xiaoyu go through before he met him?

What kind of past and experience does it take for a person to admit the sad possibility of ‘having a holiday every month'?

“If you say so, I can't do it anymore.” Senior Bai couldn't help but laugh and photographed the graves and sand. “Why don't you come out? Are you sure you want to stay inside for New Year's? ”

“Be right out.” Song Shuhang hey hey smile.

This time, his Numen first lifted the sand and then drilled out of it —— every time I drilled out of the grave, I had to change the pattern.

A life of boredom can only be more interesting if it changes so much from detail to detail.

After Yuan Shen drilled out, Song Shuhang first grabbed Qingxiao sword seniors and hung them behind his waist. Reach out and lift Taoist and pull it out of the ground as well.

“Pfft, sweep the code, keep up with the times, meow!” Senior Red Sword couldn't help laughing when he saw the line at the bottom of the tablet.

The tablet gently swayed and shrunk quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it narrowed to a large slap, fell beside Senior White, and abandoned Song Xiaoyu.

“Hmm?” Senior White reached out and grabbed the tablet's spirit.

“This is Taoist Taoist, originally by Senior White Tiandao.” Song Shuhang explained.

Taoist Stone added: “My name is Big Song's tombstone now. ”

“Pfft ~ good name.” The Demon Blade couldn't help laughing.

Song Shuhang: “…”

“So that's it.” Senior Bai nodded slightly, turning out to be Heavenly Dao Bai's work, no wonder he felt a sense of kindness when touching the tablet.

“This is my white senior in this world, and this is still different from the white senior in Heavenly Dao.” Song Shuhang introduced Senior White to Shi Tablet again, lest Shi Tablet confuse Senior White with Heavenly Dao Bai.

The tablet vibrated slightly and seemed to be 'measuring’ Senior White.

Indeed, there is still a difference from the ‘master' in its memory, as well as the distinction between the Nine Phantoms and the White.

“By the way, Senior White, what is this place?” Song Shuhang asked - he had a speculation in his heart that this was probably the secret left by 'Heavenly Dao Bai', the place where the tablet suppressed him. It's probably even where Senior White came from.

“Here, probably my hometown.” Senior Bai replied.

But Senior White himself is uncertain.

Apart from this familiar desert, he couldn't find anyone or anything.

“Taoist Taoist, do you have any information on the world?” Song Shuhang looked back at the tablet in the hands of Senior Bai.

The original Heavenly Path was white, allowing the tablet to continue to hold the ground and suppress the world. So it should have some understanding of the world.

“Looks like my mission is coming to an end today.” The tablet was emotional.

This world, which it suppressed, was formerly in a state of ’shutdown' - a world that no one could enter without its suppression.

Today, it's on its own.

In other words, the task entrusted to it by Heavenly Dao is coming to an end.

“My Lord has mentioned to me that this world is an 'independent, free' world. True freedom, whether spatial or temporal, is unrestricted and unaffected.” The tablet slows down: “To be precise, it doesn't belong in this world. ”

Song Shuhang's eyes lit up.

He recalls the intelligence information that he received after the ‘secret appraisal' of Senior White.

[White is very special to this world. He is unique and his roots are unique. Try to find a white homeland for more information.

The clue matches.

Eighty-nine of the ten here are the home of Senior White.

So... is it time to get more information?

Song Shuhang's Yuanjin squatted down, his right palm patted hard on the desert, full of momentum: “Eat my appraisal secret! ”

Authentication secret activated.

Song Shuhang's Yuan God began to tremble, and the price of severe pain directly worked on Yuan God.

Long disobeyed severe pain.

In recent times, when using the "appraisal secret method", the price paid was only a few small wounds, and Song Shuhang did not even deserve to feel ‘pain’.

At the cost of this time, Song Shuhang went directly into the cell phone vibration mode.

As his body continued to vibrate, half the Numen slowly fell into the sand.

Stone tablet: "…”

Whether it is "sword art", "divine soldier treasure book" or "appraisal secret law" now used by Song Shuhang, how can it feel that there is no normal point? At first glance, there is a kind of evil magic paradigm.

The results of the appraisal soon emerged in Song Shuhang's mind.

[Five billion years ago, sand, each grain of sand contains the smell of the ages and the ancient smell, and if you look closely, you will find that they contain unspeakable charm.

Knock you!