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At that time, when the sky was broken, he hadn't had enough time to take those magical artifacts into his own, but unexpectedly Song Ling'er had acted first and took the things into his arms without even realizing it.

Song Ling'er raised her chin with her arms akimbo, rather contentedly: "Because I saw those things when I first reached the sixth floor, because the sense of gathering light was too obvious, even if I didn't see it, I couldn't do it."

"Then just take it out and have a look."

After Song Qingshu sat down, he put the food Song Linger bought today in the table, sorted it out, and threw it back into the small world.

The aura condensed between Song Ling'er's palms, and a golden glow crossed, and there was an ancient scroll hanging between Song Ling'er's palms.

After the ancient scroll got out of the spire, only a few faint lights remained.Song Ling'er frowned in dissatisfaction as she looked at the dimming ancient scroll, and her words were full of disgust.

"At that time, I took it because it looked so good. I didn't expect it to be like this now."

Unlike Song Ling'er's contempt for this scroll, Song Qingshu's eyebrows lit up and took the scroll in Song Ling'er's arms.

He had already scanned the results of the soul search when he accompanied Song Ling'er to the market.

The words that Baiyi Xuying said to open the way to the immortal world were not just making him fun, but it was true.

The method constructed by the white-clothed man was to copy the pathways of the other Great Thousand Worlds and the Immortal Realm, and then through this copied passage, to open up a connection to the Immortal Realm in the Daoling Pavilion Great Thousand World.

But in the white cloth phantom's plan, everything is ready, only one immortal passage originating from the rest of the world is owed for him to copy.

It is precisely because of this reason that the phantom in white clothes was so utterly exhausted that it could not be tolerated by Heaven, and fell to the present end.

And in the plan of the white phantom, there is an ancient scroll that is indispensable.

When Song Qingshu went to the Great Thousand World of Tianfeng Empire, the passage was a mixed passage that already existed in the turbulent flow of space.If it weren't because they had the coordinates of the Tianfeng Empire's Great Thousand Worlds, it would not be surprising even if they were lost in the forming pathway.

The same passages in the fairy world are not the same as the empty passages at that time.

In the Great Thousand Worlds of the Tianfeng Empire, the pathway to the immortal realm is different from the Daoling Pavilion world.The fairyland passage of the Great Thousand World of the Tianfeng Empire has long been formed, and there is no need for further development and maintenance.

But the Daoling Pavilion is different in the world.

If you follow the conventional methods of opening up time and space channels, even if you get to the fairy world, finding the way to the fairy world is of no use.

After all, just by keeping the passage open for a long time, it was able to absorb all the spiritual power in the Daoling Pavilion's Great Thousand World.

What Song Qingshu asked for was naturally not such a wicked way. What he wanted to find was a way to open up a path that could be maintained for a long time.

What Bai Yi Xuying thought was that he could meet Song Qingshu's requirements.

What Kintetsu Scrolls does is to replicate channels.And relying on the strength of the ancient scroll, the entire space channel can be completely maintained, without the need for monks to maintain it on the side.

This is arguably the most trouble-free solution.yuyV

I don't know if it's time to sigh Song Ling'er's good fortune, the dim ancient scroll Song Ling'er took is the Qingtian ancient scroll that Song Qingshu needs now.

If it weren't for Song Ling'er to get it, I'm afraid Song Qingshu still has to find an existence to replace it.

"Ling'er, good job."

Song Qingshu's skill rubbed Song Ling'er's little head.

"Dad! You—"

Every time Song Qingshu rubbed Song Linger's head, she would completely disrupt her hairstyle.

But Song Linger didn't hate this feeling.

But the protest still had to go through a cutscene.

"It's alright, how about I take you to eat some delicious food in two days."

Song Qingshu just laughed, only to see Song Linger's eyes lit up: "Of course it's all right."

"By the way, Ling'er, you should feel more or less about going to the secret realm this time. Go and refine these understandings first, and then take a good look at the secrets you got."

Song Ling'er nodded rather obediently, and then said, "Then father, what are you doing now?"

"I have to digest the things in this Great Sky Scroll first."

Song Qingshu nodded. Although the opening of the passage was not anxious for the time being, this ancient scroll was able to emit light from the spire that was enough to make Song Linger's eye, and it might have other uses.

Song Linger was silent for a long time, but finally compromised.

Song Qingshu's contemplation was to dip his divine consciousness into the ancient scroll.

"call--"

When Song Qingshu opened his eyes again, there was a mountain stream under him.

The spiritual power in the mountain stream is so abundant that even some parts of the spiritual power have turned into liquid, circulating on the side of Song Qing's book.

Song Qingshu plunged his hand into the trickle of spiritual power, the trickle was not half hostile, and even poured his own spiritual power into Song Qingshu's body.

The pure spiritual power slowly flows into the tendons and meridians, which only makes people feel awkward.

With sharp eyes, Song Qingshu quickly saw a pavilion in the mountain stream.

The current Song Qingshu is nothing more than a divine mind, tumbling in the air, like a fish in the ordinary flow of spiritual power, following the guidance of spiritual power to the side of the pavilion.

Song Qingshu adjusted his figure in mid-air and changed his posture before landing slowly.

In the pavilion was an old man in a robe of the color of sky water. Although the old man had his back to Song Qingshu and had tea in the pavilion, he still spoke first.

"Who is here, is it an enemy or a friend?"

Song Qingshu handed over: "I don't know where this is. It's hard for juniors to judge friends or enemies."

The old man’s tasting hand stopped in the air. Just when Song Qingshu thought that the old man was about to make a move, the old man replied with a smile: "Good."

Song Qingshu remained vigilant, the old man laughed for a while, his sleeves raised, and a chair was placed beside him.

"Sit down and talk, meeting is destiny."

The old man had already reached this point, Song Qingshu was not easy to refuse, and sat straight beside the old man.

"I don't know what place this is, I dare to rush into this world, and I don't know whether to praise your junior for being brave or rash."

When the old man sipped his tea, Song Qing also appeared with a cup of warm tea before writing.

Song Qingshu didn't struggle too much, and took a sip from the jade cup.

"Good tea."

Although he was not in the state of divine consciousness, he could still taste the taste of tea, which was enough to bring out the mystery of tea.

"readily."

If you are an ordinary person, you should hesitate a little more before you dare to drink this tea.

But Song Qingshu is different.

After all, he is asking for others now, so he can't seem too inked.

"Little friend, just mention it if you have anything. Although I have only one remaining spiritual thought, if I can do things, I won't be stingy."

Chapter 1594

"Thank you senior."

"Little friend, don't rush to thank you, let me listen, what are you asking for this time."

Song Qingshu briefly explained the situation of the Daoling Pavilion Great Thousand World to the old man. Hearing this, the old man's original indifferent expression was somewhat mixed.

"There is still a great world that will lose contact with the immortal world, unheard of, unseen."

The old man's sleeves were folded in the air, and the mountain stream transformed into a star map in front of Song Qingshu's eyes.

"Senior, this is..."

Song Qingshu looked at the Great Thousand Star Atlas, although he had a somewhat hazy perception, but he didn't dare to say that he understood it all.

"Little friend really has a lot of talent."

The old man thought that Song Qingshu should have no idea what it was, but Song Qingshu's eyes betrayed him.

"Don't be it."

The old man pointed to a cloud image at the bottom of the star map: "Suppose, for example, the thing you see now is a microcosm of your vast world."

The old man breathed a breath, and a larger star map appeared on the star map.

"And this one represents the plane of the fairy world."

The old man pointed to the two star maps: "The two worlds are originally on different planes, so there should be no access. But because the lower realm cultivators can ascend to a certain level, so the rules of heaven will be developed. A channel."

Because of what the old man said between the star map and the star map, a trickle of spiritual power suddenly replaced the pathway, turning into a streamer-like galaxy.

"However, according to what you said, your Great Thousand World may have lost its connection with the Immortal Realm pathway for some reason. First of all, that factor should be eliminated before it is possible to build a pathway."

Song Qingshu couldn't help but think of those extraterritorial monsters. It seems that this battle against the extraterritorial monsters is still the first issue.

The old man adjusted the blue collar that day, and after looking at the star map for a while, he said, "I thought you were here because of something, but I didn't expect it to be because of this."

"Senior has encountered this kind of problem before?"

Song Qingshu was sitting, and his expression became serious again: "If you have the same problem, please tell me how the predecessors solved this problem."

"Solved...not resolved."

The old man took a sip of tea slowly: "The man who came here before was too murderous, and was burdened with unrighteous killings. This kind of monk is not worthy of inheriting my laws of heaven."

The old man should be referring to the white phantom. Song Qing pretended to be stupid as he didn't know who he was referring to, and turned the topic: "So seniors think that younger generations are worthy of inheriting this great law?"

The old man Tianqing looked at Song Qingshu up and down for a few moments before reluctantly curled his lips: "It's fine."

"Then senior can—"

Song Qing's book wanted to say that at this time, he should grasp the law and grasp this power.yuyV Who knows that the old man shook his head and pointed at Song Qingshu's eyebrows: "The power in your body is already extremely scarce. If this is the case, go and rest first, and wait for a while."

With that said, the old man directly ejected Song Qingshu out of the ancient scroll.

Song Qingshu returned to his position, looking at the ancient scrolls spread flat on the table, could not help but sigh.

Since the young man said that that day, if he enters now, he will seem so eager for quick success.In any case, he 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 Dengjin on the side.

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

The yellow bird was lying on Yan Luo's black hair, and it was a bit conspicuous.

Deng Jin saw Song Qingshu's divine consciousness return to his body, patted his wings, and flew to Song Qing before writing, and turned around on the table.

"how?"

Song Qingshu was quite puzzled, what was wrong with this lamp this time?

"Master, because I absorbed the strength of the predecessors, my current strength can be regarded as a bit improved."

As he said, Dengjin opened his mouth.

Just when Song Qingshu thought that Dengjin had set off a dumb cannon, a slightly brown flame burst out of Dengjin’s mouth in an instant.

Song Qingshu backed away, but was still burned with a few strands of hair on the temples by the flame.

"So Dengjin you now have some fighting power."

Song Qingshu smiled, using the power of the rules of the fire avenue, when he wanted to reduce the flame, the fire did not obey the control at all and could not be manipulated at all.

"That flame is not just a tweet of the power of the rules of the avenue of fire," the lamp was slanted, looking like a gesture of akimbo, "Bi Fang can control the power of the rules of the avenue, just one of the rules of the avenue. The force can't be suppressed."

When Song Qingshu heard the words, it was considered that he understood what Dengjin meant.

Since Dengjin said so, the handle represented that it possessed several levels of strength in the flame.

Only by combining the power of these several avenue rules can it be possible to gain control of this fire.

Time passed quietly when Dengjin and Song Qingshu were studying the fusion of the power of the Dao's rules.

Song Ling'er digested her individual enlightenment to the same extent. When she woke up, she saw Song Qingshu and Dengjian still talking about it, and went forward: "What are you talking about?"

"Talk about the fusion of the power of the avenue rules."

The lamp was on the table, jumping around.

"Ah...then it has nothing to do with me."

Song Ling'er, as the brewing creature of the power of the golden avenue rules, is impossible to integrate other avenue rules.

If she does this, I am afraid that she will become an outlier rejected by the Dao rules.