I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 591,

There was no sun or moon in the divine dream. Yang Yun was already numb in this divine dream. He had no sense of the passage of time. He only felt that the days passed by were long and tiring.

His condition these days is not very good. Not only does he keep forgetting some things, but he also has some strange habits.

For example, right now, when he chops the mountain with an axe, he feels the urge to lick the gravel when it splashes on him.

Of course, this is not a big deal. What scares Yang Yun the most is that he is becoming more and more unfamiliar with Yang Zhao.

This sense of strangeness was not limited to Yang Zhao's four-winged tiger-headed body, but also penetrated into the conversation between the two parties.

The feeling of fear spread like vines inside his body, and he could clearly feel the tender roots penetrating his flesh and bones, attaching to his bones and sucking blood.

"How about we sing the national anthem."

The tiger lowered his head, looking at the one-horned lion whose figure was becoming more and more uncontrollable, Yang Zhao opened his mouth slightly.

"Rise up, those who do not want to be slaves, take our flesh and blood..."

The one-horned lion listened silently to the familiar tone, his heart churning.

As the tune became more and more familiar, Yang Yun opened his mouth unconsciously, and some unfamiliar tones came out of his mouth.

"Everyone was forced to let out one last roar..."

A drop of dirty tears hit the ground and was covered by dust.

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The monks worked quickly. When the various nodes of the formation were almost dug, the leading monks began to use the flesh and blood of the dead monks to set up the formation.

Set up a big formation.

Things like flesh, blood, bones, skin, horns, scales, wings, flowers, branches, leaves, roots, grass roots and stones, familiar and unknown things, are piled up to form hills.

Next, Yang Zhao and the others will arrange these things according to plan.

Some are buried underground, some are released into the water, and some are fixed in mid-air.

"Sister, do you have any new ones?"

Yang Yun's hands shaking when holding things were a little trembling. All the bits and pieces here were taken from monks and naturally smelled of blood.

Monks, they are all intelligent beings, so there is no difference between them and humans. The scene like this gave him the illusion that he was helping people cut up corpses and hide them.

"It's hard to say, there should be."

High in the sky, a huge figure that looked like an underwater monster floated in the air, supervising the surrounding area for hundreds of miles. Under his intimidation, all the monks worked honestly and did not cheat.

Yang Zhao fixed a bloody fang in the air. This time she did not comfort Yang Yun on this matter.

"This is Ye Yuan, a place without rules, laws, and normal social structure."

"The monks here are also people with no future. It is normal for them to be ruthless."

After fixing the thing, Yang Zhao gathered up the pile of broken limbs on the ground. When he saw that they were all intact, he put them into a huge fur pocket, then carried the hill on his back and rode Yang Yun to the Run to the next location.

Yang Yun couldn't control his body shape a few days ago. He swelled into a large one-horned lion dozens of meters tall, like a small building with more than ten floors. He couldn't control his figure no matter what.

Now he does nothing else but serve as a foothold for Yang Zhao.

Today's Shenmeng is no longer what it used to be. Mountains have collapsed, cities have collapsed, rivers have been cut off, and all kinds of mummies are wandering randomly on the land.

It's like a scene after a big earthquake.

Looking at the big lion with thick hair, Yang Zhao's eyes frequently turned red.

In the past few days, Yang Yun had become more and more confused. If she hadn't had any achievements in formations, Yang Zhao would have wanted to kill people and take their bones to use in formations.

Yang Yun looked really scary and couldn't wait any longer.

Therefore, Yang Zhao worked hard on these tasks these days without any neglect.

After all the things were buried, not long after, I felt the earth shaking and roaring. Finally, Yang Zhao saw complicated golden lines twisting and squirming like snakes and insects, breaking away from the shackles of the earth.

After about half an hour, a huge golden formation with no visible boundaries floated in the air. Then, the entrance to the divine dream standing on the sea appeared in the center of the formation.

When Yang Yun saw this familiar character, he was stunned.
"Sister? Didn't we go in?"

"Maybe that thing is the exit, let's take a look too."

Yang Zhao secretly gritted his teeth and urged Yang Yun to move forward.

Regardless of whether that thing was for export or not, regardless of whether there were any risks in moving forward, Yang Zhao could not bear it any longer.

Yang Zhao was not the only one who had this idea, all the monks who could move rushed there.

After a while, a thousand people gathered around the huge character.

Less than a thousand people.

A chill surged from the soles of Yang Zhao's feet to the top of his head.

Even if there are more than half of the monks standing in the distance, not moving forward, this number of people is still shocking.

You know, this time thousands of monks entered the divine dream.

Counting two to one, a small number of monks have been killed or injured in the past few days.

The death and injury of so many people, even if it were placed in Chixian China, would attract global attention and be news that could make the front pages of most countries.

What's more, this is not an ordinary mortal, this is a monk from Ye Yuan.

The cultivator Ye Yuan is at the bottom of the golden elixir stage but has no idea of ​​the upper limit.

He died so quietly.

"Dream of God..."

These two words turned around in Yang Zhao's mouth, and she suddenly felt a little lucky.

"We both managed to survive in a daze, hehe, God, this is not bad."

Yang Yun stared at the huge characters in the middle and didn't hear clearly what Yang Zhao was saying.

The character seemed to have a magical power, attracting him to move forward.

If there wasn't someone on his back, if the person hadn't grabbed his mane tightly to prevent him from moving forward, if he hadn't remembered that this was his sister, he would have wanted to hit her head-on.

It was the hand on his back that stroked his mane, helping him hold on to his broken sanity.

The character was at least a hundred meters high, and it was also golden yellow. It was not like the one outside on the sea, with leaves and petals flying outward, and there was no interior scene.

It looked like a piece of gold, like a huge gold sign that had been erected.

The monks were divided into several places, looking at the character and whispering. After a while, several weapons were thrown at the character.

As a result, with just a "chi" sound, these weapons disappeared in an instant.

This shocked the surrounding monks, and the scene became temporarily quiet.

Spells cannot be used in the divine dream. If you want to verify the safety of the golden characters, you can only rely on physical objects.

This result is not good and makes people feel heavy.

However, there was only silence for a moment, and then more weapons were thrown.

But without exception, all weapons that were close to the characters disappeared like ice and snow melting.

Isn't this the formation eye?
Such a scene made many monks beat drums in their hearts and doubt their previous guesses.

At this moment, some unlucky guy was thrown out and hit the characters with his head, and then melted like ice and snow with a scream.