I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

chapter 460,

The wind in the sky tomb became stronger and stronger, and large swaths of dark clouds were gathered together by the wind. After a while, little snowflakes actually fell on the green grass.

Among the dots of snowflakes, a few scattered black feathers were hovering in the sky, and there were a few wails of birds in the sky. A sad atmosphere spread from a distance to the hot springs, and finally filled the entire tomb.

The little monk felt the urge to cry whenever he was in it.

Except for Yang Zhao and the others who were still immersed in pill formation and knew nothing about foreign affairs, Shen Ruoyu and Lu Zhenren all saluted in the same direction to say goodbye.

Those seniors of the Yu Clan left, causing strange phenomena in the sky tomb.

After a cup of tea, the whining gradually subsided. After a while, I saw a big black bird flying directly over the hot spring from a distance.

The big bird circled in the sky several times and then plunged down - Lu Sheng.

He folded his wings and transformed into a human form, his inhuman eagle eyes filled with sadness.

"Junior has met Senior Lu. Thank you Tianfu for allowing my grandfather to sleep peacefully."

Master Lu accepted him and said, "You kid, you have to show your condolences and accept the change."

"Thank you senior."

Lu Sheng stood half a step behind Lu Zhenren, his eyes fixed on Luan Chuanxiong. Within a moment, he naturally shifted his gaze and looked at Yang Zhao in the hot spring.

At this time, Yang Zhao's hands and feet were fixed with chains, and her body was imprisoned and could not move. Silver needles were pierced into her body one after another, and colorful silk threads gathered into Luan Chuanxiong's hands.

Luan Chuanxiong relied on these silver needles and silk threads to help Yang Zhao circulate his spiritual power to form elixirs. At the same time, he had to pay attention to Yang Zhao's mental clarity at all times.

Feng Youzai took a knife and cut a small hole in Yang Zhao at a suitable position to help the Dichi insects quickly enter Yang Zhao's body to lay eggs.

This process is not smooth, because there are always bugs that are one step slower or one step faster to reach where they should be, but because of the wrong timing, they are scattered and killed by spiritual power.

Feng Youzai could only use the knife to cut a small hole in Yang Zhao again and let the insects in.

With each slash, traces of blood fell into the hot spring, dyeing the water scarlet red.

In addition to delivering insects, he also supervised the work of breaking pills. Whenever the opportunity was right, he would put his hand in Yang Zhao's dantian and break the new pills that had just formed, saving money. Dan robs spiritual power and delays healing.

Breaking pills is a very painful thing. Under such a double attack, Yang Zhao's face was pale, his brows were furrowed, and his lips were almost bitten.

Waves of thunder floated faintly above Yang Zhao's head in the hot spring, but dispersed the next moment when the pill was broken.Gathering and dispersing again and again, the thunder became louder every time as Yang Zhao broke the pill again and again, as if he was irritated by something, but it passively dispersed without you using your skills.

If Lei Sheng had any thoughts, he would be so aggrieved that he would vomit blood at this moment.

At this moment, lightning flashed above other hot springs - one by one, someone successfully formed a pill.

It's just that this place is a celestial tomb, a place of its own, and the lightning tribulation of the Lianhe Dan is much smaller than outside.

The new Golden Core Stage cultivator didn't care at all about the thunder tribulation that had been weakened a lot by these attacks. He threw out a magic weapon to disperse the tribulation cloud, put on his clothes, and came to the shore to salute Master Lu and thank him.

Fortunately, there were runes around the hot spring to block it, so that little thunderbolt didn't disturb others from forming pills.

The success of forming pills was like a chain reaction. The first one was followed by the second one. Within half an hour, the remaining three people successfully formed pills and landed on the road one after another.

Now everyone's eyes were focused on Yang Zhao.

There is no day or night in the sky tomb, and light snow is falling.

The red spring water surrounded Yang Zhao, who was already mentally exhausted.

She didn't know who she was, where she came from, or what she was doing. She was surrounded by mountains of blood, corpses, broken bones, and broken limbs.

The huge statue opened its eyes compassionately, calling her gently, letting her return to its warm embrace.

She vaguely felt like someone had hit her on the head with a stick, and screams and curses could be heard in the distance, making her a little irritable.

She vaguely knew that she had forgotten something important, but she was too bored to care about it.

If you forget, forget it. If you have anything to think about, her home is still calling her. She doesn't want to do anything else now, she just wants to sleep at the foot of the warm statue.

That is absolutely a great thing.

Suddenly, someone hit her forehead again, so hard that it made her head swell and hurt, and stars appeared in her eyes.

A loud shout came from far away, and she couldn't tell what the yelling and cursing voice meant. She only felt a huge noise that made her panic.

(End of this chapter)