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If it weren't for the fact that the pothole was not deep, Song Qingshu would even mistake it for a wormhole.

But even if this is not the case, the dense potholes always make people feel a little uncomfortable at a glance.

Song Qingshu suppressed the discomfort and began to observe this new cave.

The little yellow bird flew up and down in the cave, as if looking for something.

Song Qingshu touched the cave wall, although he touched a hand of ashes, but he found that the cave wall here may not be made of soil.

There is a lot of spiritual power hidden on the cave wall. Among these spiritual powers, what is miscellaneous is not the rules of the Dao of the Earth Xing Dao, but a rule of the Dao that is not among the five elements.

Under normal circumstances, a place like this should be composed of one of the five elements, and should not be interspersed with other avenue rules.

But the rules of the avenue here are indeed the rules of the avenue that Song Qingshu has never seen before.

In other words, this avenue rule never existed in Dao Linge Great Thousand World.

The little yellow bird seemed to be tired from flying, and stopped on Song Qingshu's shoulder again.

It seems that it didn't find what it was looking for.

The little yellow bird looked a little disappointed. According to Song Qingshu's thinking, this place should be the place where the little yellow bird race lives together.

However, now the bird has gone to the hole, and there is nothing inside.

Song Qingshu patted it, turned around and continued to walk deeper.

It seems that there were other creatures living in this place originally, but for some reason, there is only a lifeless area left now, and there are no signs of living creatures.

What was sealed in the crystal just now should be the complete body of this race.

However, Song Qingshu couldn't figure out what the race of the little yellow bird was based on just a skeleton.

Moreover, like this secret realm that has been assimilated by the rules of heaven, it is not surprising that there are any strange things.

Song Qingshu sighed slowly, but it's okay, anyway, the little yellow bird is with him now. yuyV Anyway, the restrictions and formations here don't just treat them as invaders.

After all, he just spent a lot of spiritual power to break the thunder, and he couldn't recover for a while.

If something troublesome is made now, he will have a headache.

"Chirp?"

The little yellow bird's chirping this time suddenly became a little warped, as if it was puzzled by something.

Song Qingshu took a look at it and patted its wings: "What's wrong?"

"Chirp..."

Although Song Qingshu could hear the hesitation in the little yellow bird's tone, it didn't mean he could understand the bird's language.

He couldn't help scratching his head, and said to himself: "What does this mean..."

"It wants to say that its subordinates have disappeared, and it is not clear why."

"what?"

Song Qingshu originally thought that the little yellow bird was looking for his own people, but he didn't expect that he was looking for his subordinates?

It... actually has subordinates?

Song Qingshu looked at the little yellow bird a little more in disbelief. The little yellow bird looked so incompetent, yet there was someone who would obey it?

Song Qingshu was a little jealous for a while—although he felt that it seemed unreasonable to be jealous of a spirit beast.

However, the little yellow bird swallowed the black thunder just now without any injuries, which is enough to prove that this little yellow bird is not a simple guy anymore.

Anyway, he didn't have the ability to swallow that black thunder into his stomach.

"Um……"

Song Qingshu was silent for a moment, and looked at Song Linger who was beside him.

For some reason, Song Ling'er could understand what the little yellow bird said.But being able to understand is better than having dark eyes. Song Qingshu was worried that no one would be a relay point between the little yellow bird and himself.

"Then... Linger, do you know what the race name of this little yellow bird is?"

Song Qingshu pointed to the little yellow bird on his shoulder.

The little yellow bird seemed to understand what Song Qingshu said, and continued to chirp.

After a while, Song Ling'er blinked and frowned.

"What's the matter, could it be that you don't understand?"

Song Qingshu was somewhat puzzled, and didn't know what Song Ling'er's frown meant, whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

"It's not that I don't understand...it's just..."

Song Ling'er hesitated for a while, then asked, "Father, what do you mean 'Bi Fang'?"

"Bi Fang?"

Song Qingshu didn't understand which two words Song Ling'er was referring to, so he was at a loss.

"The little yellow bird said that he is Bi Fang, a divine beast that symbolizes disaster."

"Oh, the symbol of disaster—"

Song Qingshu was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly moved in front of Song Ling'er, grabbing her shoulders.

"Ling'er—you said...you said this little yellow bird is Bi Fang?!"

"Yeah."

Song Ling'er nodded obediently, then pointed to the little yellow bird, and said, "At least that's what it said, and it also emphasized that it symbolizes disaster..."

Song Qingshu was stunned on the spot as if he had been struck by five thunders.

Bi Fang.

It is impossible for him not to have heard of this name.

That divine beast that symbolizes disaster is actually the chubby little yellow bird on his shoulder? !

Song Qingshu took the little yellow bird off his shoulder and put it in his palm.

The little yellow bird seemed to understand Song Qingshu's shock, its two wings puffed up, and its head was raised high, as if it was chatting with Song Qingshu.

Perhaps he wanted to prove that he was a real beast.

It may also be because of Song Qingshu's shock that he couldn't help but start to groan.

In short, no matter what, there was a guy at the level of a divine beast in the spirit beast egg I picked up. It was no wonder that those monsters seemed to be desperate and wanted to swallow this monster into their stomachs.

However, Bi Fang is a divine beast that symbolizes disasters, and it is unclear whether it is a good thing or a bad thing for Bi Fang to follow him.If used well, it may be a good help.

But if you don't use it well...

Song Qingshu couldn't help supporting the little yellow bird, and dangled the little yellow bird in his hand.

"Goo?!"

The little yellow bird was caught off guard, and almost vomited out all the food he ate just now after being swayed so blindly by Song Qingshu.

"Chirp!"

Song Ling'er glanced at the little yellow bird, and translated: "What's the matter with this human being? It's a divine beast, Bi Fang! Why does this human dare to treat it like a toy!"

Song Qingshu turned to look at Song Ling'er, only to see Song Ling'er pointing at the little yellow bird: "It said it, I'm only in charge of spreading the word."

"No... This little yellow bird is really Bi Fang? I really can't accept it for a while..."

Chapter 1506: Lamp Ember

"Chirp!"

The little yellow bird jumped up and down on Song Qingshu's arm, as if protesting against something.

"This little yellow chicken, saying that he is Bi Fang, is absolutely impossible to make a mistake."

Song Ling'er sat on Yan Luo's body, her feet dangling in mid-air.

"But shouldn't Bi Fang be a red mythical beast?"

"It said that the reason why it is not red is because this world is fused by the way of heaven, so its power of the avenue of disaster and the rules of the way of heaven are fused, and it will become what it is now."

Song Qingshu shunned the feathers of the little yellow bird that called itself Bi Fang: "Then does it want to follow us now, or does it want to stay here?"

Although Song Qingshu is somewhat interested in the power of the so-called avenue of disaster rules, it does not mean that it will force a certain monster or spirit beast to follow him.

"It said that it is also possible to make a contract with Dad if it intends to follow us directly."

"Make a contract?"

Song Qingshu thought about it carefully, it seemed that there was no serious contract between him, Song Ling'er and Yan Luo, and he simply recognized him as the master, so he linked them with himself.

"Chirp—"

The little yellow bird flew over Song Qingshu's shoulder, and "said" a lot to Song Ling'er.

"Father, it doesn't matter if it says an equal contract or a master-servant contract, as long as you want to sign a contract."

Song Ling'er rested her chin, looking at the little yellow bird in front of her in a somewhat happy mood, she couldn't help but want to grab it and use it as a toy.

The truth is, she did.

Song Qingshu looked at the little yellow bird caught by Song Ling'er, silently mourned for it for two seconds, and then said: "The contract should be waived, but if you think I am the master, you should fight with Ling'er Yan Luo It's good for you to be linked."

In Song Ling'er's hands, the little yellow bird was pinched and deformed by her.

"Chirp..."

The little yellow bird stretched out its wings to Song Qingshu, and in an instant, Song Qingshu seemed to hear something coming from the ancient abyss.

"Bong, you are my Lord."

A red light fell into Song Qingshu's eyebrows in an instant.

There is power beyond Song Qingshu's imagination in that divine consciousness, and it contains invisible things that Bi Fang has passed down from generation to generation.

It wasn't just Song Qingshu who was affected, even Song Ling'er and Yan Luo were having a hard time.

Just like when Song Ling'er came under Song Qingshu's command, when Song Ling'er and Yan Luo's avenues blended and blended with each other, now Song Linger's golden avenue and Yan Luo's killing avenue will also merge with Bi Fang's own avenue.