Chapter 2122: On that day, the stagnant world flows again (2nd)
My family’s mother’s books in the books are only 4.6 billion years old. This sand is older than the earth recorded in the books!
Song Shuhang sighed secretly.
With the improvement of the realm, he has become more and more powerful in the ‘ensense of secrets.’ Now, if he fails to launch the identification secret law on the earth, he will not bring a big ending to his life.
But it paid a huge price and identified the sand 5 billion years ago... Isn’t this just a matter of adding people to the heart?
It is better to fail the direct identification.
“Is there any other hidden information that has not been fed back?” Song Shuhang’s Yuanshen maintained the action of “identifying the secret law”.
After a while...
The Devil’s Red Sword asked: “Is the result identified?”
Song Shuhang looked up and looked serious: "Yes, got a very old intelligence."
"Speaking to listen?" The white predecessor was also curious, he was very concerned about this suspected place in his hometown.
"According to the information I got, the sand in this desert has a history of 5 billion years." Song Shuhang pinched his chin and was deep.
White predecessor: "..."
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"Can't you blame me? The identification of the secret method is this information. I am painfully opening the vibration mode." Song Shuhang's **** is talking, the body is still maintaining a small arc of vibration.
Because it is the **** of the gods, there is no wound on the body... However, the cost of the wound must be borne by the 'ontology'.
Of course, there is also a small chance that the injury will be borne by the ‘ghost’ or similar avatar?
In the past, his first ghost, he was so painful that he sought comfort from his body.
"However, in addition to the age, there is actually another harvest." Song Shuhang's Yuanshen vibration slowly stopped. After adapting to this level of pain, he seriously said: "These sands are in addition to the 5 billion years of history...they also very attractive."
"What the hell?" The swordsmanship of the Devil's Red Sword is slightly erected, 'staring' with Song Shuhang - all of them say that they have been single for a long time, and they will feel the eyebrows and seeing things. The book is now a long time, and the desert feels like charm?
"It is the feedback to identify the secret law." Song Shuhang once again squatted down, took the sand and carefully observed it.
The fine sand leaked from his fingers with a comfortable temperature.
Song Shuhang raised his hand and spread his hands.
The golden sand sprinkled in the wind, and every sand was cast like gold, with its own light effect, pleasing to the eye – sure enough, as he had guessed. The sand in the desert has the same fascinating attributes as the white predecessors, but this charm is scattered throughout the desert, so it is not as arrogant as the charm of the white predecessors.
The devil is Akasaka Kendo: "Hell... Is it that I have been single for too long?"
When the sand fell, it even felt that the sand was very attractive, so I wanted to stay in the desert and spend the rest of my life with the sand.
Going back, it has to go to the point where it was almost forgotten by the owner of the forgotten owner, the "Red Donkey", and asked the red scorpion. Is there any swordsman who is suitable for the other half?
"The world, moved." At this time, the stone monument suddenly used a kind of poetry and poetry tone, deep.
The white predecessor also kneels down. He first throws the veins wrapped in the pillar-like spirit stone into the air and holds it with the power of thought. Then he put his fingers into the sand and took the sand and let them flow between the fingers.
When the fine sand falls from the fingers of the white predecessors... everyone can feel the world, shaking slightly.
But this is not a physical shock.
Like an hourglass, it was turned over and the sand reopened.
The originally stagnant world has begun to flow and work again.
The world has come back to life.
A round of rising sun, slowly rising, the sun shines, the entire desert is full of dazzling treasure.
Song Shuhang, Akasaka Sword, and Stone Monument all diverted their attention and looked at the rising sun.
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At this time, the sound of falling heavy objects stopped behind him.
When Song Shuhang turned his head, he saw the columnar ‘spiritual pulse’ dug up by the white predecessors.
"White predecessor?" Song Shuhang a trip.
The white predecessor disappeared again.
Under the columnar spirit, the position of the original white predecessor, leaving only a robes, is the vestment of the white predecessors that can change.
"Disappeared?" The stone tablet also shouted.
It was still floating in front of the white predecessors, and it was gone in a blink of an eye.
Song Shuhang frowned. He stepped forward and first collected the trophy column of the white predecessor into the ‘handsmanship’ and smashed the robe.
"Can you sense the breath of Bai Daoyou?" asked the demons.
"It’s everywhere." The stone monument went back. The whole world is full of ‘white’ atmosphere, so that it cannot lock his position by breath.
Song Shuhang put the robe into the ‘handsmanship’. If it’s Baihe Zhenjun’s here, should she wear this robe on her own for the first time?
"This desert is the white predecessor." Song Shuhang calmly said.
Regarding the identity of ‘white’, Song Shuhang has several versions in his hands.
The elf ‘Little White’ was born in the desert.
In order to keep the ‘white’ that is about to disappear, Baima Qingzhuang’s young man directly refines the desert and forms a fit version of “white”.
Even the white horse in the hands of the young man in the white horse green shirt is also very mysterious.
The disappearance of the white predecessors is obviously related to this desert.
"Go, let's take a look at the depths of the desert." Song Shuhang reached out and took the narrowed stone monument to the friends. He hung the Akasaka sword seniors to the waist and strode to the rising sun.
"Where are we going?" asked the Devil's Red Sword.
Song Shuhang shook his head: "I don't know, it should be the place to go."
"Wen Qingqing is guilty?" asked the Devil's Red Sword.
"What does this have to do with Wenqing disease?" Song Shuhang said with a cry: "Only by intuition, follow the guidelines in the 'heart' and go to the place where you want to go."
The stone tablet ‘see’ eyes of Song Shuhang.
At this time, Song Shuhang unexpectedly gave a reliable feeling.
Except for the sun in the sky, there is nothing in this desert that can recognize the road.
At the center of the road, the Magic Red Scorpion tries to use the spell and makes a mark on the way.
But after the mark is done shortly, leaving the distance, the mark disappears and disappears...
"Do we get lost?" asked Akasaka.
"Do not worry, don't get lost." Song Shudao.
During the speech, he jumped up and walked on the black lotus, and displayed the Confucian "Gentleman Miles" body method, speeding forward and plundering.
In his eyes, there is a building that emerges.
If there is a building, it represents the possibility of someone.