I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 592,

The noise stopped suddenly, and everyone's eyes were searching everywhere, not knowing what they were searching for.

Yang Zhao vaguely felt that they were looking for a shadow, looking for the shadow of the dead person.

Although the monk turned into powder, the monk's true body was hidden in the shadow of these mummies.

Everyone wants to know whether the monk in the shadow survived or entered the next location.

Yang Zhao felt that these monks were thinking too much. A while ago, these people killed many monks in order to break the formation. Can you see a monk being kicked out from any shadow?
His limbs have always been mutilated, his shadow is also mutilated, and he can no longer be seen.

Besides, the person who was attacked by the character screamed so miserably, how could he look like he was safe and sound?
This is a monk, a monk whose bottom line is the golden elixir stage, a monk whose future is cut off. He is not comparable to ordinary monks in terms of stars and forbearance. What kind of pain and fear will it take to make him scream?

However, these monks are different from Yang Zhao. They have certain desires when they enter the divine dream, and naturally they have various ideas.

She tightened the mane in her hand and stopped Yang Yun from moving forward.

The two of them were already very close to the center, but Yang Yun was somehow bewitched. Now he couldn't stop and always wanted to move forward.

If it weren't for Yang Zhao's control, the two of them would have stuck to the huge characters.

She looked at the huge characters, and a strange light flashed in her eyes.

To be honest, this thing is as golden as gold, it’s really beautiful.

After thinking about it, he loosened his hand and took a few steps forward.

Yang Zhao's heart tightened, and he hurriedly pulled back the mane in his hand. He felt the cool breeze blowing behind his head. Looking around, he saw that the originally large circle surrounded by the monks had now shrunk. There is a shrinking posture.

The behavior of the Yang Zhao siblings is less conspicuous.

In just a short while, three monks came up to the big character to test whether they wanted to or not. The three of them moved forward little by little from different directions, cautiously and cautiously like ants with tentacles moving wildly.

The three of them circled the big character twice at close range. After feeling that it was safe, they took some broken limbs of other monks and began to test it at a closer distance.

He tested it closely, holding the stump of his limb and getting closer to the big character bit by bit.

This time the effect was immediate.

As long as this broken arm doesn't touch the character, it won't matter no matter how close it is, everything will be fine.

But as long as it is actually touched, the character is like a huge cancel button, and everything it touches turns into powder and disappears.

Yes, everything, even the monk holding the broken limb was not spared, and was eliminated with one click amidst the shrill screams.

As for the shadow that everyone is concerned about, there is still no one.

Yang Zhao licked his dry lips, patted the lion who was leaning forward, and pulled back the mane in his hand again.

Just like that, Yang Yun moved forward a hundred meters. This distance seemed quite far, but in fact it was only two steps for Yang Yun.

With just such a bow, more than a dozen voluntary and involuntary monks came forward to study the huge characters.

I didn’t know what to study for a while.

It's just that this character shows extraordinary stubbornness, just like the calm high-voltage line. You can test it no matter how you want. You can see it but not touch it. If you touch it, you will behead it.

The group of people studied for a long time, and then gathered together to discuss and start setting up the formation together.

All the tattered branches, big bloodshot bones, and abnormally colored eyes were all poured out one after another.

These monks have bright eyes and clear hearts, and they always know what is best in a monk.

In this divine dream, they have no weapons at their disposal, and they cannot use magic spells, so the formation is easy to use. Using the power of the divine dream to break the formation of the divine dream is the best solution no matter how you look at it.

Setting up the formation was much more enjoyable this time, as it occupied a small area. A dozen monks worked together, and in less than half an hour, a cylindrical formation was set up around the characters.

Yang Zhao wrinkled his nose and tugged the big lion that was leaning forward. An inexplicable smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose, and he couldn't shake it off. In the outside world, the arrangement of the formation is complete, and all it takes to start the formation is to pour in spiritual energy.

It was more troublesome in the divine dream. A few more Schrödinger's willing monks came up from behind and entered the formation, shattering into millions of pieces.

Then, the formation started.

A bloody aura quickly expanded, trembling with dark red color as if alive, and enveloped the entire character.

In an instant, the entire formation disappeared.

Yang Zhao's eyes suddenly widened, and he felt like laughing inexplicably.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

She was startled, and she suddenly raised her paws to cover her mouth, but froze midway.

It wasn't her who was laughing, she wasn't the only one who wanted to laugh, and more than one person was laughing.

At first, only a few people laughed, then dozens of people laughed, and then hundreds of people laughed. The laughter spread like a plague, and the whole world was filled with laughter.

Every monk smiled as if he had just realized the great truth, or as a child was born.

The laughter was so free and contagious that even if someone passed by me and didn’t know the reason, they would want to laugh a few times when they heard it.

She felt her body tremble, and a burst of laughter came from the lion's mouth, with the unruly and free spirit of a young man.

Yang Zhao patted the sitting lion and said softly.

"Yang Yun, stop laughing."

No fruit.

She didn't give up and shouted: "Yang Yun, stop laughing!"

Still to no avail.

The big lion smiled happily and got it right. He was the boy running in the playground, and he couldn't hear other sounds in his ears.

Yang Zhao didn't dare to laugh, and she didn't dare to hesitate. She took out the horse's spear, lifted it up and plunged it into the lion beneath her.

There was a "puff" sound, and a stream of hot blood spurted out, splashing Yang Zhao's head and face.

The laughter stopped suddenly, and then the lion roared, turned around and opened its mouth to bite.

Yang Zhao unceremoniously picked up the horse, smashed it on the lion's head, and shouted angrily.

"Yang Yun, how dare you bite me!"

The big lion froze suddenly, and his blood-red eyes flashed with confusion. Then he roared loudly and rolled down. A whirlwind flew under his feet, trying to throw her off.

Seeing this, Yang Zhao raised his horse pole high and waved it down unceremoniously, giving the big lion a hard slap on the forehead.

"Yang Yun! If you dare to fight with your sister, be careful I tell my parents!"

Yang Zhao grabbed the lion's mane fiercely to control her body. She used Ma Shu as a feather duster to whip the sitting lion.

"Yang Yun, you are so disobedient, have you ever thought that Dad has a bad heart? I really want to send him to the hospital because of this!"

"Yang Yun!"

Amidst the roars and whippings, the big lion's body slowly froze, its roar gradually subsided, and finally turned into a sob that was held in its throat, as if someone had stuffed a stone in its throat and piled it there. He couldn't move up and down, and after a long while, a trembling word came out from inside.

"sister……"