I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 593,

At this moment, Yang Zhao was covered in injuries, and his armor was also somewhat torn.

Yang Yun rioted, and the whirlwind that the lion was born with blew wildly with great power, cutting holes in Yang Zhao who did not dare to stay away, and the four flying wings were withered and broken.

For a moment, her situation seemed even worse than that of Yang Yun.

However, Yang Zhao could not care less about her injuries at this time. During the time she was entangled with Yang Yun, the area near the big character had changed from a playground of laughter and laughter to a big party with singing and dancing.

The monks' laughter was not enough to express their joy, but they also danced and sang loudly. It seemed that just smiling could not express their feelings. Here they worshiped the heaven and the earth, worshiped their parents, and there they lamented relatives and friends and lovers.

"Hahahaha, it turns out this is God!"

"I'm back on the road!"

"From now on I am God! I am God!"

Yang Zhao was astonished as he listened to the languages ​​of all realms shouting to heaven and scolding the earth. In the midst of this turmoil, an indescribable enlightenment emerged from his heart, as if he had glimpsed the great road.

The joy radiated from her bones, making her want to laugh uncontrollably.

Yang Zhao bit his tongue hard and put the tip of the horse's penis against the big lion's wound again.

"Yang Yun, if you dare to laugh, I will stab you."

"Then try harder then..."

Seeing the chaotic scene of the demons dancing nearby, Yang Yun felt terrified.

If it weren't for her sister, he would be a part of this carnival now.

At this time, the sensible monks had retreated collectively, some watching from a distance, and some walking away without even looking back.

The Yang Zhao siblings were a little embarrassed. Although Yang Yun woke up, he couldn't move. He had lost most of the control over the one-horned lion. He couldn't move his feet and couldn't control the whirlwind.

Yang Zhao waved his wings anxiously, wanting to carry Yang Yun as usual. As a result, the one-horned lion seemed to be as big as a mountain. She tried her best, but she could only move as slowly as an ant.

A pair of lion eyes looked at the busy Yang Zhao, and in addition to being anxious, there was actually a trace of strange and shocking ridicule.

That smile looked down upon Yang Zhao like an ant.

They were crucified here, and one of the monks was so happy that he couldn't stabilize his body in mid-air, and he fell to the ground in free fall.

The first one was followed by the second one, and all the monks fell to the ground like dumplings.

Only the Yang Zhao sister and brother were left in the air, staring blankly at this scene.

In an instant, Yang Zhao felt that he was surrounded by thousands of swords. If sight could kill, their brother and sister would have been cut to pieces by a thousand swords by now.

But soon, Yang Zhao no longer cared about himself.

Because the monks who landed on the ground began to dehydrate, no, they began to shed blood.

I saw layers of blood mist exploding from those monks. In the blink of an eye, the blood mist formed a blood-red miasma that enveloped the ground and quickly spread into the sky, blocking everyone's sight.

In a short time, a rust belt was formed that was several thousand meters in diameter and nearly 100 meters high.

The bodies of these monks are too tall, and their blood volume is staggering. But soon, the blood mist, which was more than a hundred meters high, pressed down. The blood mist quickly thinned and extended outwards. In the blink of an eye, it spread thousands of miles outward and was still spreading.

Wherever the blood mist passed, various plants suddenly grew half an inch taller, and the grass became greener and the flowers more delicate, creating a prosperous scene.

It would be better if there wasn't that mummy lingering at the end of every sentence.

The monks who originally entered the shadow were also squeezed out by the darkness, and rolled to the ground one by one laughing and crying. They lost the protection of the mummy and were unable to move in the divine dream.

But the thoughts in their hearts echoed throughout the divine dream again.

"I have found the way to heaven...I have found the way to heaven!"

"Haha, all these ordinary people dare to block my way. This time I will sacrifice my life to ascend to the throne of God!"

"If this is the case...if this is the case, who was I before..."

"Hahahahahaha..."

The echo of this sound was somehow different from the previous one. It made Yang Zhao's head buzz, his eyes blurred, and his hands and feet became weak.

I always feel that these sounds have a special attribute that shocks people's hearts and souls.

Don't even think about laughing now. The complicated sounds made Yang Zhaoren almost stupid. The thoughts in her mind were getting weaker and weaker, and her memory was a little difficult to remember. She bit her lips fiercely and pulled Yang Yun tightly. The hair on his body was afraid that this big lion would also fall to the ground.

At this confused moment, Yang Zhao smelled the smell of blood on the tip of his nose, as if someone poured a basin of cold water on him, and he suddenly came back to his senses.

At this time, there was silence in the divine dream. When she lowered her head and looked down, she saw layers of blood mist bursting out from below, quickly rising to a height of over a hundred feet, obscuring what she was doing.

But a realization came to his mind one by one. Those monks who were squeezed out of the shadow may have followed the path of their predecessors, which was full of dangers.

This time, the blood mist no longer spreads in the distance, but slowly shrinks and squirms, gradually gathering together, and some abrupt edges and corners appear in the blood mist.

These edges and corners became more and more numerous, and became smaller and smaller. As the blood mist compressed, a strange bloody city appeared before Yang Zhao's eyes.

In the city, mummies are wandering around.

"Is this blood so hard? Can it build a city?"

Yang Zhao looked down with sore teeth, as if he had seen the fate of his brother and sister.

"Sister... how ugly it would be if we both turned into mummies..."

Not yet, when the siblings finished complaining, they heard a familiar roar from the distance.

"Sir, that's him, that big one-horned lion. I personally heard that lion say that he had an impression of that character!"

This roar was hysterical and Jedi mad.

"Sir, I can capture his soul and torture him. Even if he is a god, I have the means to make him reveal the truth!"

Yang Zhao followed the sound and saw a pile of thorns with fallen leaves and teeth waving in the distance. It was the old acquaintance who had been following them a few days ago.

I don’t know who he fought with. The originally dense branches were as sparse as the top of the programmer’s head, and the leaves had fallen off.