Wuxia Super God Chat Group

"boom--!"

Song Qingshu's avenue rules directly bombarded the barrier of the phantom in white clothes. After the explosions, although the barrier became dilapidated, the power of Song Qingshu's avenue rules was not consumed enough .

At this time, the innocent souls, like a strange army, crashed directly under the barrier of the phantom in white, and they were in front of phantom in white in an instant.

At this time, the phantom in white also has no defense, even if he wants to find something to protect himself, he has no means.

The phantom in white was wrapped in the formation by those innocent souls, which couldn't stop draining their soul power.

His defeat was a foregone conclusion.

Sun Ze at the side managed to find Zhao Yuan's real soul. After Zhao Yuan was captured by the phantom in white, his soul did not completely dissipate. Instead, it turned into a wandering spirit, wandering around.

According to Zhao Yuan, the reason why this phantom in white keeps him is simply because he wants Zhao Yuan to watch him use Zhao Yuan's own body to slaughter all the people in the Vermilion Bird Territory.

But they never thought that everyone would see through his identity just after reaching the sixth floor.

Seeing that Sun Ze returned Zhao Yuan's soul, Lin Fengyu stepped into the formation with that thin sword in hand.

"Woman, leave the last blow to me. If you dare to take my last blow, I will put all my anger on you."

Jie Tan suddenly moved to Lin Fengyu's side and stared at Lin Fengyu.

"what ever."

Lin Fengyu looked indifferent, and went straight past the melee, and took down a crescent-shaped magic weapon from the last weapon rack on the sixth floor.

"Anyway, I just want this thing. If you want to kill him, that's your business."

Lin Fengyu looked like he had nothing to do with himself, and walked aside to refine the magic weapon.

Song Qingshu rested for a while, seeing that the ghosts were enough to deal with the phantom in white clothes, but he didn't have any thoughts of making a move.

However, even so, Song Qingshu opened his mouth and asked.

"Senior, do you know how to build a means to lead to the fairy world?"

"Ha, of course I know."

"Senior, can you..."

"No! I can't escape death now, and I want you guys to be buried with me!"

Song Qingshu met with cold eyes, seeing that the phantom in white clothes really looked like he didn't want to say more, so he just smiled lightly.

"Since you don't want to say it, then I won't force you. The problem is just a matter of searching your soul a little later."

"Search for the soul? I'm afraid you can't search for the old man's soul."

The phantom in white didn't pay attention to Song Qingshu, Song Qingshu lowered his eyes, directly called the system, and asked the system to help him.

The altar quickly added a gun to the phantom in white. Just when everyone thought everything was over, the sky and the earth suddenly shook. At that time, the space was completely shattered, and even half of the complete space was gone. There are none left.

Song Qingshu was startled, and wrapped Yan Luo Dengjin and Song Ling'er beside him into the invisible, avoiding the battle of space fragmentation.

After a jolt, Song Qingshu finally felt the sound of landing.

He slowly unfolded the invisible, took a deep breath, and then noticed the gap in spiritual power, which was enough to prove that they had probably already left the secret realm.

"call--"

Song Qingshu hadn't breathed in the fresh air of this vast world of Linge Pavilion for a long time, and he couldn't help feeling a little nostalgic.

"Dad, are we being thrown out directly?"

Song Ling'er got up and looked around.

They were not the only ones who were thrown out. There were many other monks around them, but most of them were dying, and they seemed to have lost half their lives due to this secret realm.

Chapter 1590

In the main hall of Daoling Pavilion. yuyV

The current complexion of the Pavilion Master of Dao Ling Pavilion can't be called good-looking, after all, it was a trap that wanted to send people to the secret realm to practice hard before the war.

Not only did the secret realm fail to improve the strength of the people he sent, but he never thought of killing those monks who went in to practice, which made him really miserable.

While the master of the Daoling Pavilion was sighing on the throne, Song Qingshu and Song Ling'er on the other side were trying to figure out where they were.

"Dad, have you ever been to this place?"

Song Ling'er scratched her head. She had not been in Dao Linge Great Thousand Worlds for a long time, and she didn't like to travel around. It was normal that she hadn't seen any places.

"I haven't been here before, but with such thin spiritual power, even if I don't need to use my brain, I can guess what remote location it is in."

Song Qingshu glanced at a monk who was foaming at the mouth beside him, and looked around again, but found no other shadows.

It seemed that it was because of the space-time rift that caused everyone to be scattered by the turbulence of time and space.But on the other side, there is Lin Fengyu who can't figure out the details and the broken altar with the strength of the fairyland, so it is impossible for any major problems to happen.

Song Qingshu put this thought aside, and kicked the monk who was still unconscious until now.

Song Ling'er looked at the monk for a long time before saying, "Father, why don't we just leave him alone, seeing how silent he is..."

Just when Song Ling'er was about to pull Song Qingshu away, the monk coughed twice, and slowly woke up.

"Eh... this... this is?"

The monk looked up and saw that there were no strange things around him, and he almost took off directly from the ground above the floor.

Song Ling'er was so startled by the monk that she stepped back a few steps, and with a look similar to looking at a madman, she baptized the monk up and down.

"what?"

Only then did the monk discover Song Qingshu and Song Ling'er beside him, and when he saw Yan Luo with a human face and animal body beside Song Qingshu, he almost peed out.

The monk pointed at Song Qingshu and his party while retreating: "I can tell you, my teammates are in the space next door, if you dare to attack me, I... my teammates will definitely not let you go! "

Song Qingshu and Song Ling'er looked at each other, and finally laughed out loud.

"What's so funny?! I'm not joking, you two!"

The monk was so angry that he got up and began to punch Song Qingshu and his party.

"Ah, why, do you still want to fight with us?"

Song Ling'er smiled and waved her little fist.

The monk looked at the two of them for a long time: "Wait, you are also monks?"

"Or else."

Song Ling'er pouted, could it be that the two of them looked like some kind of monsters now?

"No... It's just that I haven't met other monks other than my teammates for a long time, and I'm just not used to it."

The monk scratched his head: "My name is Luo Changjun, may I ask your honorable name?"

"Song Qingshu, this is my daughter, Song Ling'er."

Song Qingshu gave a brief introduction, and then looked at the man more: "You just said that you still have teammates, where are your teammates?"

"Just now we were almost driven to a dead end by a monster, and suddenly there was a space shock, which directly knocked my head off. God knows where we are now."

Luo Changjun looked around: "I lost my way in such a ghostly place, I really don't know what to do."

"We are not really lost now, is there anything to be sad about?"

Song Ling'er probed, and tilted her head in confusion.

"Varied……"

Luo Changjun choked: "Then where are we now?"

"I'm back in the Great Thousand World. After the secret realm collapsed, everyone was thrown out. We just walked a long way to find our companions. That's when we saw you."

"You said that you met me after walking for a long time, so how can you say that the secret place threw everyone out?"

Luo Changjun took several steps back cautiously, even holding his magic weapon in his hand.

"Because we saw a lot of corpses on the way here just now. If you don't believe me, you might as well go and see for yourself."

Song Ling'er's expression was flat, Luo Changjun couldn't help frowning.

Luo Changjun turned around and rushed behind him.

"That—you went to the wrong place!"

Song Ling'er kindly reminded him that Luo Changjun's figure stopped for a while, and then walked back: "Which direction?"

"Over there."

Song Ling'er pointed to the path on his right, Luo Changjun nodded, and rushed over with the magic weapon in hand.

"Father, but where should we go now, we can't spend all the time in this place, can we?"

Song Ling'er looked around: "And there isn't even a monster, I'm almost starving to death."

"There are still some ingredients in the small world. If you really want to eat them, I'll cook them for you now."

Song Qingshu smiled, and unseen to pick up a few firewood, then directly set up a bonfire on the spot, took out the monster meat that had been preserved, and roasted it for Song Linger.

When Luo Changjun's face turned pale and he came back tremblingly, Song Qingshu roasted the first batch of monster meat.

"You have seen those things just now, and you can still eat?!"

Luo Changjun felt nauseous for a while, and that battle was not acceptable to everyone.

"Otherwise, what else can I do, because I have seen it, so I don't eat anything?"

Song Ling'er pursed her lips and continued to eat the monster meat in her hand.

"Brother, do you eat?"

Song Qing baked a few more copies of the book, and wanted Luo Changjun to pass it as he spoke.

"...I still can't," Luo Changjun sat aside with a constipated look on his face, clutching his stomach, "I really can't eat anything now, I can't stand this."

Song Qingshu nodded and put the food in his mouth.

Song Qingshu and his party had enough to eat and drink, and they were ready to go on the road.

Luo Changjun saw that Song Qingshu and the others were about to leave, so he also followed: "Well... Senior, do you want to consider taking me along for a while?"

Song Qingshu glanced at the man.