I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 595

A mouthful of blood went straight into his heart and lungs. Yang Zhao was stunned. In an instant, his body grew uncontrollably by tens of meters. A layer of black air appeared all over his body. The black air expanded hundreds of meters in an instant. He was whispering with teeth and claws, as if he was alive.

This change shocked the monks and made them retreat. However, two monks relied on their superior skills and took advantage of the moment when Yang Zhao's body was out of control to bully him forward.

One person opened a large wound of more than ten meters in Yang Zhao's belly with a blade, and scarlet red blood fell like rain.

Another person shot a black light into Yang Zhao's left hind leg. The skin and flesh on his left hind leg fell off one after another like a chef's knife, leaving only white bones.

"Ow!"

A tiger roar shook the sky and the earth, the golden eyes were filled with blood, and the black energy surged around the body. Clumps of black thorns shot out from the black mist, tying the two monks and pulling them in. The two monks were silent for an instant. .

In the blink of an eye, the two cultivators died inexplicably.

The monks who can enter the Divine Dream have a very good vision, and someone will instantly recognize what the black mist is.

"Be careful with the black mist, it's a ghost! Anyone killed by him can turn into a ghost!"

This sentence made the monks take two steps back.

The pain of deboning made Yang Zhao furious. She lowered her head, flapped her wings, picked the weakest-looking monk and rushed forward.

The monk immediately became furious and retreated while holding the seals in both hands and pressing down.

"How dare you underestimate me!"

With a sharp shout, Yang Zhao's lunging movement was halted, and there were dense bulges under the tiger's skin. The bulges were scurrying around under the skin, as if there were snakes and rats swimming around.

"Ow!"

This pain, which was like peeling off skin, made Yang Zhao stagger and almost fall from the sky. He finally managed to stabilize his body and heard the monk laugh ferociously.

"Bloom!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound of a series of sharp knives piercing the drum skin was heard, and the entire tiger body was instantly covered with a layer of red. If you look closely, you can see dark green vines stained with blood, protruding from under the tiger's skin, and quickly climbing up to cover the entire tiger body. , even the left hind leg with only a few bones turned green.

Under the vines, tender yellow flowers peeked out, which were particularly lovely.

Yang Zhao's whole body was tightly entangled by the vines, and her wings could not move at all. She fell from the sky with a "bang", causing smoke and dust to fill the sky.

The monk lowered his head and stared at Yang Zhao, standing in mid-air and changing his hand seals to control the vines.

"Isn't it okay to surrender?"

A shrill scream rang out, and the monk looked at a black line on his chest in disbelief, and then his whole body expanded and exploded, turning into a mist of blood.

The vines on Yang Zhao's body withered in response. She climbed up from the ground. She thrust out a claw with her front foot and slashed toward her chest, creating a large gash of nearly one meter. The gash was so deep that she could faintly see the white forest. Broken bones and a slowly beating red blood.

She inserted a tiger claw into the wound, quickly pulled out a struggling vine and threw it to the ground.

She raised her head and looked warily at the hesitant monks, silently pushing the disobedient spiritual power in her body to repair her injuries.

But in mid-air, the black mist suddenly appeared without any trace. All the monks looked around on guard, for fear of falling into Yang Zhao's trap.

What they didn't know was that the monks were covered in a thin layer of mist.

So thin that you can't see the borders around it.

Even this didn't hide it from these monks for long. After a few breaths, these monks had already shattered the mist, turned around and rushed down. Yang Zhao roared angrily, and his figure skyrocketed again. A golden fire flickered in his tiger eyes, and he kicked off his legs and rushed into the air to fight again.

Compared to the embarrassment on Yang Zhao's side, Yang Yun's side was much more relaxed and content.

The big lion faced the monks like a chicken. Although there were a few scars on his body, they were not important. If you get interested, just tease the monks, and bite the ones you like to death.

While chewing the bones and meat in his mouth, he glanced at Yang Zhao's battle situation, with a hint of mischief in his eyes from time to time, like an outsider, unable to see Yang Yun's shadow at all.

As the battle situation on Yang Yun's side was unfavorable, the monks sitting at the rear finally couldn't hold it any longer.

They formed a large circle from a distance, enclosing the two battlefields together, and slowly pressed the battlefield towards the big character.

The final hunt begins.

Now the big lion, who had always shown himself to be at ease, became anxious. He struggled to break out several times, and his body was covered in scars and blood spilled into the sky, but he could not break out.

After a while, the battle circles of Yang Zhao and Yang Yun were mixed together. Less than half a step behind them, there was the huge character more than a hundred meters high.

The distance was so close that Yang Zhao didn't even dare to flick his tail, and the other monks also acted more cautiously.

Slowly, both sides stopped and surrounded the two siblings.

"You two little friends, as long as you tell us everything you know and help us unlock this formation, I, the Fengnan layman, guarantee that I will let you live."

The voice of layman Fengnan sounded faintly.

"You don't want to try my methods."

At this time, Yang Zhao could no longer fly stably. She stayed tremblingly in the air. A small part of the tiger's head was cut off. She couldn't speak clearly but she still held the corner of her mouth.

"You're welcome. If we knew, we would have told you earlier. Why bother fighting with you here?"

"It seems that I have no reputation anymore and I can't control you juniors anymore!"

Master Fengnan took a step forward, and the shadow of a mountain range appeared in his hands.

He lifted the phantom into the air, and the phantom flew over the heads of the Yang Zhao siblings and suppressed it with the sound of ghosts crying and gods howling.

Not to be outdone, Yang Zhao suddenly appeared and slammed into the shadow.

This time the siblings had a clear understanding of each other, and the two big axes followed Ma Shan and hit him.

Unexpectedly, these three weapons were not hindered by anything and flew straight through the shadow of the mountains, without affecting the falling speed of this thing at all.

Yang Zhao's heart was beating fast. She was trapped here, unable to hide or escape. Huge fear rose in her heart, making people want to yell to vent their emotions.

“Sister, those characters follow the line from the beginning to the end, that’s the Tao!”

A hoarse growl sounded. The sound seemed to be squeezed out of the throat. It was small, hard, and had changed its tone.

But even so, these words were like an iron rod hitting Yang Chao's head, making her dizzy.

"Sister! That's the way!"

Yang Zhao was startled, and her eyes were filled with fire. She stretched out her paw to hold down the big lion that was charging forward, and touched the huge character with a flick of her tail.

The character flashed with golden light, and the two siblings disappeared without a trace.