Chapter 1505

"Tweet -"

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

I don't know if I'm searching for my own kind.

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

There are many holes in the cave.

If it were not for the fact that the pit was not deep, song Qingshu would even mistakenly think that this place was a worm's cave.

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

Song Qingshu restrained his discomfort and began to observe the 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 ash in one hand, he found that the cave wall here may not be made of soil.

There are many spiritual powers on the cave wall. Among these spiritual powers, what wears miscellaneous is not the avenue rules of the earth Avenue, but a kind of Avenue rules that are not among the five elements.

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

However, the main road rules here are indeed the main road rules that song Qingshu has never seen.

In other words, this avenue rule did not exist in the world of daolingge.

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

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

The little yellow bird looks a little lost. According to song Qingshu, this place should be the social place of the little yellow bird race.

However, now that the bird has gone to the hole, there is nothing in it.

Song Qingshu patted it, turned and continued to go deeper.

It seems that there were other creatures living in this place, but somehow, now there is only a dead place, and there is no sign of the survival of half of the living creatures.

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

However, song Qingshu can't tell what the race of the little yellow bird is just based on a skeleton.

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

Song Qingshu sighed slowly, but fortunately, now the little yellow bird is with himself.

Anyway, the prohibitions and arrays here will not treat them as intruders.

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

Now if he gets into any more trouble, he'll have a headache.

"Joo?"

The little yellow bird's song suddenly sounded a little warped, as if it was confused about something.

Song Qingshu looked at it and gave it wings: "what's the matter?"

"Joo..."

Although song Qingshu could hear the hesitation in the little yellow bird's tone, it did not mean that he understood the bird's language.

He couldn't help scratching his head and said to himself, "what does that mean..."

"It wants to say that its subordinates are gone, and it's not clear why."

"Ah?"

Song Qingshu thought that the little yellow bird was looking for his own people. Unexpectedly, he was looking for his subordinates?

It... Has subordinates?

Song Qingshu couldn't believe it. He looked at the little yellow bird more. The little yellow bird looked like he didn't have much ability. Unexpectedly, there were other guys who would obey it?

Song Qingshu was a little jealous for a moment - although he thought it was unreasonable to envy a spirit beast.

However, the little yellow bird just swallowed the black thunder unharmed, which is enough to prove that the little yellow bird is not a simple guy.

Anyway, he didn't have the ability to swallow the black thunder.

"Well..."

Song Qingshu was silent for a moment and looked at Song linger.

Song linger somehow understood what little yellow bird said. But it's better to understand than to feel dark. Song Qingshu is worried that no one will be the relay point between the little yellow bird and himself.

"Well... Do you know the race name of this little yellow bird, linger?"

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 period of time, song linger blinked and frowned.

"What's the matter? Can't you understand?"

Song Qingshu had some doubts. She 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 moment and asked, "Dad, what exactly is bi Fang you say?"

"Bi Fang?"

Song Qingshu didn't understand which two words song linger meant. He was confused.

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

"Oh, a symbol of disaster -"

Song Qingshu was stunned and suddenly came up to song linger and grabbed her shoulders.

"Ling Er - you say... You say this little yellow bird is bi Fang?!"

"Yes."

Song linger nodded quite skillfully, then pointed to the little yellow bird and said, "at least it said so, and emphasized that it symbolized disaster..."

Song Qingshu seemed to be bombarded by five thunders and was stunned on the spot.

Bi Fang.

It's impossible that he hasn't heard of the name.

The divine beast that symbolizes disaster is the round 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. His two wings were bulging and his head was raised high, as if he were playing something with song Qingshu.

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

It may also be because of the shock of song Qingshu, so he can't help but start blowing up.

Anyway, there was a monster level guy in the spirit beast egg he picked up. No wonder those monsters wanted to swallow the monster like they were dying.

However, Bi Fang is a divine beast symbolizing disaster. Bi Fang follows himself and doesn't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing. If used well, it may be a good help.

But if you don't use it well

Song Qingshu couldn't help but stand the little yellow bird and put it in his hand.

"Goo?!"

The little yellow bird was caught off guard. He was so fooled by song Qingshu that he almost spit out all the food he had just eaten.

"Joo!"

Song linger looked 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 throw it like a toy! "

Song Qingshu turned to look at Song linger and saw song linger pointing to the little yellow bird: "it said it. I'm only responsible for transmitting messages."

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