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Song Qingshu couldn't accept it, but the little yellow bird swallowed the black thunder right in front of his eyes.

Not only that.

The little yellow bird seemed to have rested enough, flapping its wings, and flew to the front of the restriction.

Just when Song Qingshu thought that the little yellow bird would be blocked by the ban, the ban suddenly caused a wave of ripples due to the arrival of the little yellow bird, directly opening up a passage for the little yellow bird.

"Chirp..."

The little yellow bird has been hovering in front of the restricted entrance, as if wanting to invite Song Qingshu in.

Although there is neither the threat of black thunder nor the pursuit of swamp liquid, it is not a matter of determination to go in.

In addition, Song Qingshu has not forgotten that the system once told him that there is something good in this hole, and this little yellow bird is obviously the controller of the black thunder and the restriction.

Not to mention, even this swamp liquid can be used by it.

Song Qingshu looked at the invisible body that had just been burned with a hole by the black thunder.

In terms of its intangible nature, under normal circumstances, if it is damaged, it will recover immediately.

Because the formless has no form, and there will be no substantial damage.

However, after the battle just now, Song Qingshu discovered that all the damage caused by the black thunder above the invisible can only recover at a slow speed.

At this rate of recovery, the invisible does not know when it will be restored to a usable state again.

The more Song Qingshu thought about it, the more he had a headache, so he simply put the matter aside and followed the little yellow bird into the hollow.

As soon as Song Qingshu entered the restraint, Song Ling'er stepped forward and hugged him, crying in his arms.

"What's the matter, what's the matter? Crying like this..."

Song Qingshu felt a little helpless, but still hugged Song Linger and patted her on the head.

"Daddy's an idiot!"

Song Qingshu shook his head helplessly.

However, if Song Ling'er wanted to say yes, in fact, he also knew the fact that he would never take care of children.

The little yellow bird saw the eggshell when it broke out, and let out a long and joyful cry, then jumped on the eggshell, pecked at it with its beak, and rolled all the eggshells into its belly.

"It seems... this is the spirit egg from before?"

Song Qingshu squatted down and watched the little yellow bird eating eggshells.

This scene actually reminded him of Song Ling'er's appearance when she just broke out of her shell, and it was exactly the same as the little yellow bird now.

Chapter 1504 Leaving the Cave

Song Ling'er simply sat next to Song Qingshu, watching the little yellow bird devour her own eggshell: "So this little yellow chicken is a spirit beast?"

Little yellow chicken...

Song Qingshu couldn't complain. Although the little yellow bird looked a bit like a chicken, at least the bird could fly. When Song Ling'er said it, it directly turned into a chicken.

Song Ling'er stretched out her hand and poked the little yellow bird's chubby body.

"Chirp—!"

When the little yellow bird was poked by Song Linger, Yuanyuan's body immediately rolled out following Song Linger's movements.

"Wow! How did it roll away?!"

Song Ling'er was startled, she never expected that such a little effort could make this little yellow bird roll so far.

She just thought it was interesting and wanted to poke the little yellow bird...

However, the little yellow bird was probably not angry. After it stopped, it flapped twice, then flew back to the eggshell, and continued to peck at the remaining eggshells.

However, now Song Ling'er didn't dare to disturb it anymore, and just watched quietly from the side.

Song Qingshu's eyes were deep. If it wasn't for her illusion, this little yellow bird... should have become a little bigger.

Although the little yellow bird has grown a little bit bigger, it's just the size that has grown bigger, and what should be round is still round. There is no change at all beyond this point.

Everyone waited for the little yellow bird to finish eating the eggshells, then sat down on the ground with a plop, and burped again.

Song Qingshu was a little silent, wondering if the little yellow bird would be full after eating so much at once.

If there is another Song Ling'er second...

Song Qingshu couldn't help but support his forehead. Other monks spent money on panacea, but he was the only one who spent more on food than mysterious things...

He doesn't want to be famous for such inexplicable things, such as a fellow Taoist who has a good appetite.

After the little yellow bird finished resting, Song Ling'er held it in her arms and weighed it: "Dad, it has grown a lot."

Song Qingshu glanced at the little yellow bird.

The little yellow bird could only be held in Song Ling'er's hands at most, but now it can be carried in Song Ling'er's arms.

However, Song Ling'er's hugging method successfully lifted the two wings of the little yellow bird soaring to the sky, and her face had to be squeezed and deformed, and she would die on the spot in the next second.

However, Song Ling'er herself didn't seem to be conscious at all, and she was still bouncing around with the little yellow bird.

Sorry little yellow bird.

Song Qingshu secretly apologized to the little yellow bird, and he planned to pretend he didn't see it.

Yan Luo saw all this in his eyes, and decided not to list Song Qingshu on the rescue list from now on.

Song Qingshu and others followed the passage all the way down.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu originally thought that there should be a lot of institutions or other formations in places with dual protection of swamps and prohibitions.

But not only are there not many hostile formations here, there are even a few night pearls embedded in the cave wall to illuminate the passage for them. yuyV This is too gentle for Song Qingshu and others who are invaders.

It's like a pile of treasures waving to the intruders, telling them to rush to grab them.

However, it may also be because they are with the little yellow bird now, and the little yellow bird is very likely to be the owner of this place, so the formation in this place did not attack them.

The little yellow bird is still imprisoned in Song Ling'er's arms, and there is probably only a thin line between Li's death on the spot.

If it weren't for the fact that the little yellow bird's face was covered with yellow fluff, Song Qingshu might have seen the little yellow bird's face turn blue.

Facts have also proved that in Song Qingshu's eyes, there is really no way to describe the little yellow bird with words other than nothing to love.

And I don't know why, Yan Luo has been hanging far behind him now. Under normal circumstances, Yan Luo usually walks by his side.

Although Song Qingshu was confused, it was not a big deal at all, so he still focused his attention on the front.

After walking for about an hour, Song Qingshu saw a strange light ahead that was different from Ye Mingzhu.

He squinted his eyes, and said to Song Ling'er and Yan Luo: "The next place should be ahead, so be careful."

Song Ling'er let go of her hands when she heard the words.

The little yellow bird seemed to have been pardoned, flapped twice, tried its best to fly onto Song Qingshu's shoulder, then spread out as if it had really died, and hung directly on Song Qingshu's shoulder.

It's a good thing that Song Qingshu belongs to the kind of person with broad shoulders, otherwise the bird really couldn't stay on Song Qingshu's shoulders for a long time.

Song Ling'er didn't understand what happened to the little yellow chicken, but she didn't continue to grab the little yellow chicken on Song Qingshu's shoulder, but turned to look at Yan Luo behind her.

So the formation became Song Qingshu and the little yellow chicken on Song Qingshu's shoulders were exploring the way ahead, and Song Ling'er sat on Yan Luo's body, humming a song quite leisurely.

Song Qingshu and others came to the entrance of the cave.

I saw a crystal tens of feet high in the middle of the hole, as transparent as ice condensed.

The point is not the crystal, but the skeleton sealed in the crystal.

There are two wings on the skeleton, in the shape of soaring to the sky, flapping its wings upwards.

The little yellow chicken was still half-dead until just now, but after seeing the skeleton, it seemed to be suddenly refreshed, and flew to the crystal, cooing.

Song Qingshu could hear that there seemed to be a little sadness in the singing of the little yellow bird.

This skeleton may be a relative of the little yellow bird.

Song Qingshu looked at the majestic skeleton, which looked like a beast, and then couldn't help but glance at the little yellow chicken.

...really don't see that these two are of the same race,

The little yellow chicken seemed to have mourned enough, so it fluttered its wings and flew further into the depths.

Song Qingshu hurriedly followed, and Yan Luo didn't need Song Qingshu's greeting, he followed very consciously.

The little yellow chicken led the crowd to a passage with seven forks.

If you count the crossing behind you, there are eight paths.

And the crossing behind them was closed immediately after they entered here. During the changing formation, no one knew where the road they came from just now was.

Song Qingshu frowned, this was obviously a formation for Xunshengmen.

Just when Song Qingshu was about to break through the formation, the little yellow bird slammed into the door directly in front.

There is wind in the door, and there are strong rules of the avenue interspersed in it.

There is no sense of crisis.

Song Qingshu almost forgot for a while, this little yellow bird is the master here, no matter what, he will not be trapped by his own formation.

Although Song Qingshu was a little interested in what kind of danger lay behind the other doors, but he knew the truth that curiosity killed the cat, so he gave up such thoughts for the time being.

Now it is better to follow the little yellow bird and continue to go deeper, and the right way is to explore this place.

Chapter 1505 Disaster Divine Beast Bi Fang

"Chirp—"

Although the little yellow bird flew straight, but for some reason, it kept singing.

I don't know if he is searching for his own kind.

Song Qingshu and others walked a certain distance together with the little yellow bird before reaching the next cave.

There are many potholes above the cave.