Song Shuhang looked at the body of four robbing celestial beings, and did not find the golden body with ‘full body glaze, thorough inside and outside.’ Originally, he still wondered if he had a chance to see the body of Liu Shusheng.

"These four, is the body of the Confucian thirteen robbers?" Song Shuhang squinted his eyes and looked at Bailong's sister.

Sister White Dragon shook his head: "Thirteen robbers, I only recognize one or two of them."

"I only barely know one of them." Song Shudao.

No way, at this time, only summoning the fairy. Although she may make her see things sad.

"Come out, make a fairy!" Song Shuhang called.

After a long while.

No movement.

The creation of the fairy resisted the appearance.

Pills, how do you check the goods?

I knew that I should bring a Confucian person to come.

"Do not worry, the character of you, you still believe it?" The Emperor's legs overlapped, one hand squatting, smiled.

Song Shuhang blinked his eyes very seriously.

You have a criminal record.

Then, his long hair was rolled up, turned into an arm, and touched four robbing gold bodies.

Although it is not a real arm, as long as he actively activates the 'identification secret law', it can still be used.

Moreover, he does not need to identify how detailed the content.

As long as he has determined the information, there is only one - that is, four robbing the golden body, is not the Confucian thirteen robbing.

Just need to know ‘yes’ or ‘no’.

The cost of doing it will not be great.

Identification of secret law activation.

The next moment, Song Shuhang's cheeks appeared several shallow wounds out of thin air.

The wound oozes a little blood, but heals quickly.

Su Shi’s A-Xi was out of the fragrance, and gently wiped the blood on his face for Song Shuhang.

The results of the appraisal came to the mind of Song Shuhang.

[Confucian thirteen robbery gold body] × 4.

Under the control of Song Shuhang, the information identified did not go any further—mainly because he has a head left now, with less blood, and can't afford the identification method of large flow.

In the past, the cost of identification of the whole body's large blood spurting level was concentrated on the skull, and his head could be drained in an instant.

Unless he uses smoke avatars.

But now his neck is connected to the 'core world' live spring, with no pain.

Once the smoke is incarnate, the neck will be pulled out. Without the ‘live spring’ to weaken the pain, the loss of physical pain can make Song Shuhang’s tears burst into tears, and the painful price paid is even bigger and uneconomical.

The Emperor of Heaven looked at Song Shuhang silently.

Her face remained calm.

But her heart is not as calm as it seems.

Song Shuhang just used... It really is the secret technique involved in time.

Moreover, careful inductive sensing, she can faintly reflect Song Shuhang's ‘time secrets’ and her ‘time of the road’.

"There is no problem in determining the goods." Song Shuhang nodded.

He doubted and looked at the Emperor of Heaven - if there is no problem with the goods, what is her guilty?

Then, Song Shuhang used the ‘hair palm’ to bring the four Confucian robes to the core world. Then, with the thought of moving, in addition to the 'Fabulous Cave' and the 'Gravity Temple', the Confucian later gave him all the 'Ancient Heavenly Fragments'.

Every ‘the heavenly debris’ is reduced to a spherical size by the Buddhist magical powers.

A large pile of heavenly fragments fell in front of the Emperor.

Song Shu Waterway: "The goods of Confucianism are here, and the Emperor of Heaven asks for acceptance."

The Emperor glanced at it and nodded silently. "It is true that the fragments of the heavens are correct, and the number is similar."

She apparently had already investigated Confucianism and knew the number of 'Ancient Heavenly Fragments' handed over by Confucianism.

This amount, together with the fragments that were previously taken away by her, is basically not much different.

"Then, the transaction is completed." Song Shuhang used his hair palm to hold the fist: "Farewell!"

"Song predecessors, don't rush to go." The emperor's overlapping legs were swapped up and down, and she continued to smile: "My reward has not been given to you, don't you?"

"I almost forgot." Song Shuhang laughed.

The Emperor made a snap.

A potted bag appeared in front of Song Shuhang.

It is a body like a woodcarving, emulsified, umbilical. There is a green leaf growing on it, which should have fruit, but it seems to have been taken away.

“Looks like it’s a piece of art,” Su Shi said.

Such a delicate and natural body is more acceptable.

Otherwise, if Song Shuhang changes a muscle body, the style will be uncomfortable.

"As long as I put my head on it, can I use it?" Song Shuhang asked.

The Emperor smiled slightly: "How to use it, you have to think about the predecessors of the Song Dynasty, and want me to give instructions, but I have to pay."

Song Shuhang shook his head again and again - even if you use the instructions.

He stretched out his palms and transferred the wood carving body to his core world.

"So this time, the real deal is completed. We have a goodbye." Song Shuhang once again clenched his fist.

Su Shi’s Afghan picked up his head, flew with a knife, and flew outside the Palace of Xianzhou.

After a while.

The Emperor of Heaven stood up from the throne and came to the side of the ‘the heavenly debris.’

She bent over and picked up a piece and gently patted it on it.

The light curtain of the layer of 'Buddha Shentong' disappeared from the outer layer of the heavenly debris, and the debris volume began to skyrocket.

The Emperor reached out and pressed the piece and seemed to pick something from it.

But after a while, her brows were slightly wrinkled.

In the hands, the size of the heavenly debris is getting bigger and bigger.

The Emperor of Heaven reached out and the fragments of the heavens disappeared. This was directly transmitted to her reconstructed ‘Ancient Heaven Court’ by her means of space, and was installed on the puzzle belonging to it.

[With the passage of time, some of the tangibles in the 'Tian Ting Fragments' have disappeared. 】 Heavenly Emperor sighed inside.

Then she picked up the second ‘the heavenly debris,’ and repeated the process.

Crush.

frown.

The debris of the heavens became larger.

Then she transferred the heavenly fragments.

[Coincidence? 】 Heavenly Emperor’s heart is dark.

Then she picked up the third...fourth.

Repeat the above steps.

After the fourth time, there was a smile that couldn’t be tasted in the corner of the Emperor.

One or two, or even three, can be coincidental.

But when there are four or even the fifth, it is impossible to be coincidental. Someone has done something about her fragments of heaven.

She was actually pitted.

Interesting and interesting.

To be honest, she does not hate this feeling, she likes the story of this god.

This kind of story will make her more fun.

"The predecessors of the Song Dynasty." The Emperor looked up and looked at Song Shuhang, who had already flown outside the Palace of Xianzhou.

Her voice rang directly in Song Shuhang's ear: "You can explain why there is one less thing in my 'Tian Ting Fragments'?"

"Is Confucian doing the hands and feet? Or Song, the former, the generation, you are making a bad in the dark?" The voice of the Emperor, the knife in the crisp.

[Less things? 】 Song Shuhang brain did not want to think, immediately thought of a possibility.

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Looking back, I found that the monthly ticket was in a dim light.