Chapter 1582

"If you mean to ask, I can only tell you, yes."

The collapse altar patted Deng Jin's head: "but now you don't have any burden because of him. Anyway, that guy can't do anything to you."

"If it's true to say this like a broken altar..." Song linger's face suddenly became a little scary. "If Bi Fang's master is killed, can he sign a contract with the ownerless Bi Fang?"

Song Qingshu naturally knows that song linger refers to the thing that she and Yan Luo were sent away alone.

"In theory, yes."

The ruined altar looked at Song linger's expression and couldn't help smiling: "it seems that we now have a common enemy."

"I... will kill him!"

Song linger knew that the empty shadow in white had a plan to attack song Qingshu, so it was impossible to call him an elder.

"Ling'er, calm down."

Song Qingshu patted song linger on the shoulder and smoothed her hair.

"Dad! That old thing is going to kill you! Can you stand it? "

"No."

Song Qingshu tells the truth. In the final analysis, the friar is the product of selfishness. Even if he wants to take all the wealth of the empty shadow in white as his own, it is not unkind.

Not to mention the empty shadow in white was killing him.

"Then why does he keep following us?"

Situ Lei was puzzled.

If the empty shadow in white really wanted to kill song Qingshu, why did he let song Qingshu meet with a large group of them?

"May be waiting for a good chance to win."

The collapse altar looked up and down at Song Qingshu and smiled: "as a container, your qualification is pretty good."

"He should --"

At the moment when song linger blew up again, the black fog broke the barriers of the wronged souls and came straight to the front of Lin Fengyu!

"It's so noisy."

The disgust of the ruined altar overflowed directly from her eyes. With a sweep of the long gun, she saw that the black fog was gathered into a vortex by her and hit back the gap of the barrier.

The needles made by song Qingshu just now are invisible, like fine rain shuttling through the black fog. Each impact can cause a loud noise in the black fog.

"Running dog, just die quickly. Don't block our way here."

Song linger's fist directly hit the black fog that was blown away by the ruined altar. The wronged souls were frightened by song linger's fist. The large-scale attack that no one recognized once their eyes were closed could not exist next.

"Ling'er, restrain yourself and don't hit your own people."

Song Qingshu knows that song linger happens to be angry now. If you don't follow song linger's temperament, even if you have a big nerve, you won't include your friends in the attack.

"... well."

Song linger took a deep breath: "Dad, I must tear that hypocritical guy to pieces. Even if he had other people's ideas, he dared to count on us! "

"Ha......" Song Qingshu couldn't help sighing, "even if you want to settle accounts with him, you have to wait until you find him. Now deal with the things in front of you first."

"Yes."

Song linger punched again, but this time she went straight to the black fog and didn't involve the wronged souls on one side.

Song Qingshu was relieved. Song linger's ability to calm down now is more important than anything.

But

Song Qingshu focused on the black fog.

The black fog always brought him a sense of familiarity, but he couldn't think of where he had seen the black fog.

"Eat me!"

The people in the rosefinch area behind him were not idle. The black fog was surrounded and had the intention of swallowing them all.

Sima Lei's giant sword was engraved with spiritual light, which beat the black fog away.

After situ Lei's attack, the formula of sun Ze's attack array came out in a flash and hit the red heart.

Just when song Qingshu was ready to directly transfer the black fog to other spaces according to the rules of the avenue of time and space, the lamp ember flew to his shoulder.

"Master, I'm familiar with this existence. I guess it may be..."

"What is it?"

"It's the power of the predecessors who have been eliminated from the Bifang system."

Song Qingshu was stunned and put his hand out.

Suddenly, the black fog seemed to be held by song Qingshu, and suddenly shook.

Song Qingshu just used his authority to control the rules of the meteorite Avenue and tried to seize the control of the rules of the meteorite Avenue.

However, it is probably because he is not familiar with the power of the meteoric Avenue. The control is just transferred to him, and then he returns to the command of the black fog.

"It's really the force of the rules of the meteoric Avenue."

Song Qingshu turned the invisibility into a blade: "but since I can defeat it once, naturally I don't mind coming again."

"Master, I can swallow that guy. As long as its power is weakened to a certain level, I can turn it into my own use."

"OK," Song Qingshu held his sword and said, "everyone, the goal is to weaken the power of the black fog. There is no need to beat it back."

"I see!"

Although they didn't know what calculation song Qingshu was playing, everyone trusted song Qingshu very much.

As long as song Qingshu says so, it must have his reason, and there is not so much need to inquire into the bottom.

The power of thunder Avenue rules is mixed with the black inflammation of killing Avenue rules. The combination of fire and thunder has built a power enough to shake the whole space!

"Boom --!"

Song Qingshu's road rules did not give the black fog too much reaction time. The thunder and black flame directly hit the black fog. Originally, they had no half reserved wind breaking power, and burned the black fog in one breath.

The black fog seemed to be aroused a bit of competitive heart, hovered up, gathered together, turned into the familiar black thunder and fell to the top of the heads!

"Ha?! Is it such a damn thing! "

Song linger gave way, and the black thunder left a deep pit more than one meter deep on Song linger's side.

"Have you ever met this thing?"

The collapse altar frowned. She was not familiar with this existence. After all, it was Bi Fangzhi's power that confronted her at the beginning, and although that power did not directly let her return, it also consumed a lot of his energy.

Without Bi Fang's existence, she could not have been captured by the damn monk.

"Of course I did. That's why we saved the little yellow chicken."

Song linger looked at the lamp ember still resting on Song Qingshu's shoulder: "little yellow chicken, you should do something quickly and swallow this thing quickly!"

"It's too strong now. I have to consume a little energy before I can swallow it."

The lamp ember flapped its wings.