Chapter 1594

"Thank you, master."

"Don't hurry to thank you, little friend. Let me hear what you want this time."

Song Qingshu briefly explained the situation of the world of Daoling pavilion to the old man. When the old man heard his words, his originally indifferent look was somewhat complicated.

"Unexpectedly, there is still a vast world that will lose contact with the fairy world. I have never heard of it or seen it."

The old man's sleeve robe was folded in the air, and the mountain stream turned into a star map in front of song Qingshu.

"Master, this is..."

Song Qingshu looked at the big star map. Although he had some hazy feelings, he didn't dare to say that he understood it.

"Xiaoyou really has a lot of talent."

The old man thought that song Qingshu should be unable to see everything, but song Qingshu's eyes betrayed him.

"I dare not."

The old man pointed to a cloud map at the bottom of the star map: "suppose, for example, what you see now is the epitome of your vast world."

As soon as the old man breathed, a larger star map appeared on the star map.

"And this is the plane representing the fairy world."

The old man pointed to the two star maps: "the two worlds are in different planes, so there should be no access. But because the lower bound friars can fly up when they reach a certain level of cultivation, the rules of heaven will open a channel. "

Between the star map and the star map, as the old man said, suddenly a spiritual trickle replaced the path and turned into a streamer like milky way.

"However, according to what you said, your vast world or for some reason, so you lost contact with the fairyland channel. First of all, that factor should be eliminated before it is possible to build a channel. "

Song Qingshu couldn't help thinking of those foreign demons. It seems that the war against foreign demons is still the first problem.

The old man adjusted his green collar and looked at the star chart for a while before he said, "I thought you were here for something, but I didn't expect it was because of this."

"Elder, have you ever encountered such a problem before?"

Song Qingshu was sitting and looked a little serious: "if you have the same problem, please tell me how people used to solve this problem."

"Solved... Not solved."

The old man slowly sipped his tea: "the man who came here before is too murderous and bears many injustices. How can such monks not inherit my Optimus law."

The man the old man said should refer to the empty shadow in white. Song Qingshu pretended to be stupid. He didn't know who he meant and changed the topic: "do you think the younger generation is worthy of inheriting the law of heaven?"

Tianqing old man looked up and down at Song Qingshu for a few eyes, and then reluctantly left his mouth: "it's OK."

"Can you --"

Song Qing wanted to say that at this time, he would grasp the law and master this power.

Who knows, the old man shook his head and pointed to the eyebrows of song Qingshu: "your strength in your body is extremely scarce now. In that case, go and have a good rest first and come back later."

Then the old man directly popped the Song Qing book out of the ancient scroll.

Song Qingshu's spirit returned to its place. Looking at the ancient scroll spread on the table, he couldn't help sighing.

Since the young and old man said so that day, if he went in now, he would look so eager for quick success and instant benefit. In any case, you can't leave a bad impression on the old man.

Song Qingshu got up, moved his muscles and bones, and looked at Yan Luo and Deng Jin.

The two guys were still pinching each other the moment before Song Qingshu closed his eyes, but now they are reconciled.

The yellow bird was lying on Yan Luo's black hair, which was somewhat conspicuous.

When Deng Jin saw that song Qingshu's divine knowledge returned to his body, he patted his wings and flew to song Qingshu and turned around on the table.

"What?"

Song Qingshu was puzzled. What's wrong with the lamp ember this time?

"Master, because I have absorbed the power of my predecessors, I have made some progress in my strength now."

Then the lamp ember opened her mouth.

Just when song Qingshu thought the lamp ember was a squib, a slightly brownish flame burst out of the lamp ember's mouth.

Song Qingshu retreated, but he was still burned by the fire.

"So you have some fighting power now."

Song Qingshu smiled and carried the power of fire to follow the rules of the road. When he wanted to converge the fire, the fire was completely out of control and could not be manipulated at all.

"The flame is not just the chirp of the power of the rules of the fire road," the lamp ember's wings deviated, which looked like a movement of forking his waist. "Bi Fang can command a lot of the power of the rules of the road, but the power of the rules of the road alone can't be suppressed."

When song Qingshu heard the speech, he understood the meaning of lamp Ember.

Since the lamp ember says so, the handle represents its strength in the flame.

Only by combining the power of these rules can we obtain the control of the fire.

Time passed quietly when Deng Jin and song Qingshu, a person and a bird, studied the integration of the power of Avenue rules.

Song linger digested her own personal understanding almost. When she woke up, she saw that song Qingshu and Deng Jin were still talking there, and also came forward: "what are you talking about?"

"Say about the integration of the power of the road rules, JOJO."

The lamp ember was on the table and jumped.

"Ah... That has nothing to do with me."

Song linger, as a brew creature of the Golden Avenue rules, can't integrate other avenue rules.

If she did, I'm afraid she would become an alien excluded by the avenue rules.

"But little yellow chicken, are you a big circle? Is it difficult that the food is so good these days that it directly deforms the body? "

Song Ling could not help but make complaints about Tucao.

Deng Jin glared at Song linger discontentedly and said, "I'm just like this now because I absorb power and become stronger!"

"Okay, okay, yes, you're right."

Song linger looked at Deng Jin perfunctorily, and then asked song Qingshu, "Dad, is there anything else today? If nothing happens, can we go out to eat something delicious now? "

Song Qingshu looked up at the night outside the window: "at this time, even if you really want to find something to eat, I'm afraid it's very difficult. You'd better think about it and go back to sleep now. "

Song linger tooted her mouth and her eyes were resentful.

"It's no use staring at me like that. Go to bed."