I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 588,

"It seems that those people didn't just use us for experiments, but they also used others for experiments so quickly."

Yang Zhao and Yang Zhao squatted under the triangular building and waited for a long time. When various monks appeared in the sky, the siblings came out of the aggrieved triangle.

"Sister, is it safe to go out at this time?"

Yang Zhao raised his head and looked at the monks flying hurriedly in the sky, without any disturbance in his heart.

"If we bump into each other at the beginning, and they are still angry, they might hit us with a stick when they see us. Anyway, our cultivation is shallow and it won't be a big deal."

The two of them didn't fly very far to begin with. The city they settled in and the city they were trapped in as soon as they entered were already in Lincheng. For cultivators, this distance was just a matter of stomping their feet.

"But as long as we give them some time and wait for them to accept these memories, with the God of Death following behind them with a knife, they will naturally no longer take our little episode seriously."

Yang Zhao dragged Yang Yun to find the city gate.

"Let's go, we should break the formation too."

"Sister, do you know where the formation is?"

The two of them got out of the short city gate, and Yang Zhao flapped his wings and pulled Yang Yun to fly.

"I don't know. As a Golden Core monk, I can only receive limited memories, but some of those who came in today are people with higher cultivation levels than me. Naturally, I will receive more memories. Let's observe where they are going first, and then we will talk. ”

Yang Yun was a little uneasy, but he didn't want to say it at this time: "This time we can see some new species, and I don't know whether these mummies are..."

Suddenly he lowered his voice.

"Hey, sister, that monk in front looks a bit like a mushroom!!"

Yang Zhao turned his gaze in the direction of his finger.

"Here I go, what a big mushroom."

This reply made Yang Yun a little stupid.

"Ah? No, you said this is really a mushroom? Can fungi also cultivate immortality?"

"What's wrong with this? Do you still remember the Xiaocao Jindan in Yunyang Temple? The Sujin clan is a serious parasitic creature, and they are still biting and tearing at the border with Dazhou."

"Damn, I always thought he was a fairy."

The two people flew high into the sky and scanned the various monks in the distance with the corners of their eyes.

There was no sun or moon in this divine dream. The two of them probably stayed in the air for more than an hour, remembering the destinations of most cultivators.

"Mountains are better than cities than water, three to five to two. Okay, let's not go far away. Let's just look for it in the city under our feet."

Avoiding the various mummies on the streets, the Yang Zhao siblings looked around and studied the city carefully.

"Sister, have you noticed that neither of us is breathing, whether it's this body or the shadow."

"Since entering the Divine Dream, we don't need to breathe."

There were also several monks in the city who came to check. Yang Zhao and his brother stayed away from each other and gathered together to watch and whisper.

"Didn't you notice there's no air here? There's no wind when we fly."

"Ah, ah? How can sound travel without air? Tell me... ah..."

"Didn't you tell me to abandon scientific values?" Yang Yun turned away a little embarrassed and lowered his head to count the floor tiles, pretending to be busy.

Unexpectedly, he actually found a different place. In this city full of solid colors piled up with geometric objects, there is a small square that looks particularly different. This small square has textures.

"Sister, don't go. Do the patterns in this square look familiar to you?"

Yang Zhao turned left and right around the small square in the distance, but he didn't find any tricks.

These lines are horizontal and vertical, as well as turning patterns, and some patterns even look like a handful of small flags when connected, which makes people confused.

Yang Yun was not the only one to discover this abnormality. Several monks were already standing in the small square to check.

Yang Zhao fluttered his wings and flew into the air to take a look, then landed again. He led Yang Yun back half a street. With some thoughts in his eyes, he leaned in front of Yang Yun's ear and bit it.

"It looks familiar. It's the same as the cracks where the wind blew out the petals and leaves when we were not in the dream. They were built up one after another. You said it looked familiar at that time."

Yang Yun followed Yang Zhao back obediently: "It looks familiar to me now, but I just don't know where I've seen it before."

"This time in the small square, the black and white color scheme looks like a character and a simple drawing. It looks a bit familiar to me."

Yang Zhao frowned and searched in his mind for a long time, but found nothing.

"But whether it's words or paintings, I probably have never seen them before. I think the reason why I feel familiar with them is probably because we have been reading and writing with black pens and white characters since we were young, so looking at this small square gives me a sense of familiarity."

"I don't know about your situation."

Yang Yun gently knocked on the wall behind him with his axe.

"Sister, how are you sure you haven't seen this thing?"

"Since I started practicing, my memory has gotten better and better. Especially after the golden elixir stage, I feel like I have hyperamnesia. I can remember every little thing clearly."

Yang Yun looked at Yang Zhao with some envy: "That's great, but I can't help it. It looks familiar to me, but I can't guarantee whether I have seen this thing before."

"Anyway, the pattern in the small square is the same as the pattern outside Shenmeng. So many people are gathered around to study it. I guess it has something to do with the formation..."

Yang Zhao's heart skipped a beat, he picked up Yang Yun and pushed into the group of mummies.

"Go quickly, we are being watched."

"what?"

Yang Yun didn't dare to look around this time. He held the ax tightly with both hands and paid attention to the movements nearby.

Before walking a few steps, Yang Zhao appeared on the left side of Yang Yun. He held the horse stick in both hands and pushed it out. There was a "crack" sound, and a soft branch was knocked away.

Yang Zhao held the spear in both hands, and the tip of the spear pointed directly at a monk who looked like a wattle tree in the distance.

The monk didn't say anything, and the swaying branches came up again. These thorns were thin and long, and they turned left and right on the street, trying to pull Yang Yun away from the corners.

Naturally, Yang Zhao was not to be outdone. He shook the horse in his hand, pointed, stabbed, picked, and blocked, cutting off countless soft branches in one go.

The six-meter-long weapon gave her a somewhat compact feel.

In this lively long street, both sides were very restrained in their attacks and defenses. No one wanted to let their moves hit the mummy, and everyone wanted to lure the other's moves to the high-security room.

These mummies looked harmless to humans and animals, but no one dared to bet on whether those things would turn around and eat people if they were injured.

After all, the true bodies of these monks are still in the shadows of these mummies.