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Had it not been for the yellow fluff on the little yellow bird's face, Song Qingshu might have seen the little yellow bird's face turned blue.

Facts have also proved that in Song Qingshu's eyes, there is really no way to describe the little yellow bird in words other than lifeless love.

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

Although Song Qingshu was confused, it was not a big deal at all, so he focused on it.

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

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

Song Linger loosened her hand when she heard the words.

The little yellow bird flopped twice as if it was amnesty, and flew to Song Qingshu's shoulder with all his strength, and then spread out as if it was really dead, and hung it directly on Song Qingshu's shoulder.

Fortunately, Song Qingshu belongs to the kind of people with relatively broad shoulders, or the bird is really unable to stay on Song Qingshu's shoulders for a long time.

Song Ling'er didn't understand what was wrong with the little yellow chicken, but she didn't continue to catch 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 exploring the way in front, Song Linger sat on Yan Luo, humming rather leisurely.

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

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

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

There are two wings on the skeleton, which are soaring to the sky, fluttering upward.

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

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

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

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

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

The little yellow chicken seemed to mourn enough, flapped its wings, and flew deeper.

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

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

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

And the crossing behind them immediately closed after they entered here, and no one knew where the road was just now, as the formation changed.

Song Qingshu frowned, this was obviously a way to find a life.

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

There is wind in the door, and strong avenue rules 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, what kind of danger was behind the other doors, but he knew the reason that curiosity killed the cat, so he temporarily dispelled this idea.

Now, hurry up and follow the little yellow bird to continue deepening, and exploring here is the right way.

Chapter 1505

"Tweet—"

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

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

Song Qingshu and the others walked another distance with the little yellow bird before they reached the next cave.

There are many potholes above the cave.

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

But even if it's not the case, the dense pits always make people feel a little uncomfortable at first 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 the ashes of his hand, he discovered that the cave wall here might not be made of soil.

There is a lot of spiritual power on the cave wall. Among these spiritual powers, it is not the rules of the avenue of the avenue, but the rules of the avenue that are 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 road rules here are indeed road rules that Song Qingshu has never seen before.

In other words, this Dao rule did not exist in the Daoling Pavilion Great Thousand World.

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

It seems that it did not find what it was looking for.

The look of the little yellow bird was a little lost. According to Song Qingshu's thoughts, this place should be the community of the little yellow bird race.

However, now that the bird has gone to the hollow, 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, only a piece of life is left now, and there is no sign of half alive.

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

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

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 fortunately, now the little yellow bird is with him.Anyway, yuyV, the restrictions and formations here do not regard them as intruders.

After all, he just spent a lot of spiritual energy just to break the sky thunder, and he couldn't recover at all.

Now if something troublesome is made, he will have a headache.

"Chop?"

The little yellow bird's call this time suddenly brought a little bit of warp sound, as if he was confused because of something.

Song Qingshu looked at it and smoothed its wings: "What's wrong?"

"Tweet..."

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

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

"It wants to say that its subordinates are gone, and it is not clear what the reason is."

"what?"

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

It... actually has subordinates?

Song Qingshu looked at the little yellow bird more than he couldn't believe it. This little yellow bird looked like he didn't have any abilities, so there were some guys who would obey it?

Song Qingshu was a bit jealous for a while-although he felt jealous of a spirit beast seemed a bit unreasonable.

However, the little yellow bird just swallowed the black thunder in one bite, and it was unharmed, which is enough to prove that this little yellow bird is not a simple fellow.

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

"Ok……"

Song Qingshu was silent for a moment and looked at Song Ling'er on the side.

Song Ling'er did not know why, but could understand what the little yellow bird said.However, it is better to understand than to touch his eyes dark. Song Qingshu is worried that no one will be the relay point between the little yellow bird and himself.

"Then...Ling'er, 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 tweeted.

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

"What's wrong, is it impossible to understand?"

Song Qingshu was a little bit confused, and didn't know what Song Linger'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 Linger hesitated for a while, and asked: "Dad, what exactly is Bi Fang?"

"Bi Fang?"

Song Qingshu didn't understand which two words Song Linger was referring to, so he was confused.

"The little yellow bird said that he is Bi Fang, the beast symbolizing disaster."

"Oh, it's a symbol of disaster--"

Song Qingshu was taken aback, suddenly leaned in front of Song Ling'er, clutching her shoulders.

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

"Yeah."

Song Linger nodded rather obediently, then pointed to the little yellow bird and said, "At least it said that, and it also emphasized that it is a symbol of disaster..."

Song Qingshu seemed to be hit by five thunders, and was directly on the spot.

Bi Fang.

He could not have heard of this name.

That sacred beast that symbolizes disaster, could it be the round little yellow bird on his shoulder?!

Song Qingshu took the little yellow bird from his shoulder and placed it in his palm.

The little yellow bird seemed to understand Song Qingshu's shock, his two wings bulged, and his head raised high, as if he was crying with Song Qingshu.

Maybe I want to prove that I am a real beast.

It might also be because Song Qingshu was shocked, so he couldn't help but start to scream.

In short, no matter what, there was a monster-level guy in the spirit beast egg that he picked up. It's no wonder that those monsters were desperate and wanted to swallow this monster in their stomachs.

However, Bi Fang is a beast that symbolizes disasters, and Bi Fang follows himself, not knowing whether it is a good thing or a bad thing.If used well, it might be a good help.

But if it is not used well...

Song Qingshu couldn't help holding the little yellow bird and swayed the little yellow bird in his hands.

"Goo?!"

The little yellow bird was caught off guard. Song Qingshu almost spit out all the food he had just eaten.

"Tweet!"

Song Linger glanced at the little yellow bird and translated: "What the hell is going on with this human being, it's a beast! Why does this human dare to throw it like a toy!"

Song Qingshu turned his head to look at Song Ling'er, and saw Song Ling'er point to the little yellow bird: "It's what it said, I'm only responsible for spreading the word."

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

Chapter 1506

"Tweet!"

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

"This little yellow chicken says that he is Bi Fang. This is absolutely impossible."

Song Ling'er sat on Yan Luo, her feet dangling in the air.

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