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My Mother Earth has only 4.6 billion years in books, and this sand is older than the Earth in books!

Song Shuhang sighed.

As the realm improves, so does his mastery of 'appraisal secrets'. Today, if he fails to press and activate appraisal secrets on Earth, he will no longer have a big ending in the lives of others.

But it paid a huge price to identify sand from five billion years ago... isn't that purely a blockage in people's minds?

Instead, direct identification fails.

“Will there be any other hidden information that has not been fed back?” Song Shuhang's Yuan God maintains the action of the 'appraisal secret method’.

Half a day...

The Heart Devil's Red Sword asks: "Have you identified any results? ”

Song Shuhang looked up and said seriously: “Yes, I got a very old tip. ”

“Tell me about it?” Senior White was also curious, he was concerned about the suspicion that it was his hometown.

“According to the information I have, the sand in this desert is five billion years old.” Song Shuhang pinched his chin and went deep.

Senior White: “…”

The Heart Devil's Red Sword took the opportunity to propose to Senior White: “This kind of book sailing is useless, why don't you bury it? You can use me to stab this guy with a sword to make sure the wound is smooth and beautiful, and to inflict maximum pain on him. ”

“Can't blame me, can you? It is this information that has been identified by the appraisal secret law. I painfully turned on the vibration mode.” Song Shuhang's Yuan God was in the talking room, and his body still maintained a small vibration of curvature.

Because it is the Numen, there are no wounds on the body… However, the cost of the wounds must be borne by the 'body'.

Of course, there is a small chance that the injury will be borne by a 'ghost’ or similar incarnation?

His first spiritual ghost used to be so painful as to seek his own comfort.

“However, in addition to the number of years, there are actually gains to be made.” Song Shuhang's Yuanjin vibration slowly stopped, and after adapting to this level of suffering, he seriously said: “In addition to five billion years of history these sands… they are also very attractive. ”

“What ghost?” The sword handle of the Heart Devil's Red Sword was slightly raised, ‘staring’ at Song Shuhang - they all said that they had been single for a long time, they would feel eyebrows and eyebrows about everything. Book navigation has now been single for a long time, and it seems attractive to see the desert?

“is the feedback of the appraisal secret.” Song Shuhang knelt down again, lifted up the sand and watched carefully.

Fine sand leaks out of his fingers with a comfortable temperature.

Song Shuhang raised his hand and spread his hands.

The golden sand spilled in the wind, and each sand was cast as if it were gold, brimming with light, pleasing to the eye —— certainly, as he thought. The sand in the desert possesses the same charming properties as the white predecessors, but this charm is dispersed throughout the desert, so it is not as dominant as the charm of the white predecessors themselves.

"“ Damn... have I been single too long? ”

When the sand was falling, it also felt that the sand was very attractive and wanted to spend the rest of its life in the desert, accompanying the sand.

Turning around, he had to go talk to his master, "Taoist", who had almost been forgotten by him. Ask Taoist if all heaven was fit to be the other half of his sword spirit.

“The world, moving.” At this point, the tablet suddenly went deep in a poetic tone.

Senior White also squatted down, and first he threw the spiritual vein wrapped in the columnar spirit stone into the air, holding it with his mind. He then inserted his ten fingers into the sand, lifting the sand and letting them flow between his ten fingers.

As the fine sand fell from Senior White's fingers… everyone could feel the world, shaking slightly.

But this is not a physical vibration.

Like a hourglass, flipped over, sand reopened and fell.

Originally stagnant, the world began to flow and function anew.

The world, come back to life.

A round of sunrise slowly rises and the sun shines bright treasures throughout the desert.

Song Shuhang, Qingxiao Sword and Stone tablet all distracted attention and looked at the rise of Naxu Sun.

Boom.

At this point, the sound of heavy falls stopped behind.

As soon as Song Shuhang turned his head, he saw the columnar ‘spiritual vein’ that Senior Bai had previously dug, and landed flashly.

“Senior White?” Song Shuhang was stunned.

Senior White, disappeared again.

Beneath the columnar spiritual vein, the position where Senior White was originally standing, left only one robe, which is Senior White's magic coat that can change thousands of ways.

“Disappeared?” The stone tablet was also stunned.

It used to float next to Senior White and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Song Shuhang frowned. Before he went up, he first incorporated Senior Bai's trophy columnar spiritual vein into the 'bracelet instrument' and picked up the robe.

“Can you feel the smell of White Dog?” The Heart Devil's Red Sword sounded and asked.

“Everywhere.” The tablet returns. The whole world is filled with ‘white’ scents, so that his position cannot be locked through the scent.

Song Shuhang has incorporated the robe into the 'bracelet instrument' - if Shirakura Shinjun is here, her first time should be to wear the robe to herself, right?

“This desert is Senior White.” Song Shuhang calmly said.

There are several versions of Song Shu's navigator regarding the identity of "Bai".

Desert bred elf ‘white’.

In order to preserve the ‘white’ that was about to disappear, the White Horse Junior Shirt refined the desert directly and formed a combined version of 'white’.

Even the white horse in the hands of the young man in the white horse's green shirt looks mysterious.

And the disappearance of Senior White is obviously related to this desert.

“Go, let's look deep in the desert.” Song Shuhang reached out and held up the shrinking tablet Daoyou, hung the red sword seniors behind his waist and walked to the rise of the Asahi Sun.

“Where are we going?” Heart Demon Red Sword asked.

Song Shuhang shook his head: “I don't know, it should be going somewhere. ”

“Wen Qing is sick?” Heart Demon Red Sword asked.

“What does this have to do with illness?” Song Shuhang could not cry: “Just follow the intuition and follow the directions in the 'heart’ to go where you want to go. ”

The tablet ‘looked’ at Song Shuhang again.

Song Shuhang at this time, surprised to give people a reliable feeling.

Apart from the sun in the sky, there is nothing in this desert that can recognize the way.

The Magic Sword at the center of the road tries to use magic to mark the way you walk.

But shortly after the mark was made, a distance away, the mark disappeared...

“Will we get lost?” Asked the blushing sword.

“Don't worry, you won't get lost.” Song Shu Hangdao.

In the talking room, he leaped on his feet, stepped on the black lotus, put on the Confucian "gentleman's mileage" method, and accelerated the sweep forward.

In his eyes, a building emerged.

The presence of buildings represents the possibility of someone.