I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 601, Chapter ,

First, take a 360-degree view in the air, then descend to the ground, zooming in from a distance to give a close-up of the lion's horn.

Yang Zhao took her cell phone, walked around the lion from a close distance, reached out and pressed it, taking a comparison shot of the lion's hair and her hand.

The lion's hair was thicker than her fingers, and the tips of the hair had begun to turn into sand and nothingness. Yang Zhao's heart tightened at this scene.

Then she sighed, stood in front of the unicorn, and used her spiritual power to push the phone from near to far over 200 meters, framing both her and the big lion in the camera.

After all this trouble, the phone screen went black for some reason.

“I don’t know if the video inside can be saved.”

Yang Zhao was upset and irritable. He walked around the big lion twice but still couldn't calm down. He glanced at Zhao Zhi who was still smoking incense, took out the box of beans from his arms, and summoned two little bean men to support it with their spiritual power.

"Hello, Comrade Yang."

He raised his hand to salute, and the little beans smiled when they saw Yang Zhao. But when they turned their heads, they were scared by the huge monster next to them and spoke in their dialect.

"Eh~~What the hell is this?"

"Fluffy Mountain?"

“Do plants in the desert look like this?”

Yang Zhao spoke up to answer their questions: "It should be a unicorn from the cat family. At least it looks similar, but he's almost gone. I'll wait for you for 20 minutes. Also, prepare a few mobile phones for me. I'll need them in the next few days."

"Yes."

After a salute, the little bean man disappeared with a puff, leaving only two beans that were collected by Yang Zhao.

Sitting cross-legged on the sand, Yang Zhao took out a number of small boxes from his arms and placed them in front of him. There were dozens of them with labels on them.

Open the lid and it is filled with beans.

These beans already had an owner, and she carried them with her, using them for everything from scientific research to cutting vegetables and cooking.

When the time came, she waved her hand and dozens of little bean people jumped out, but she protected them with her spiritual power.

"Comrade Yang, long time no see."

"Hello, Comrade Yang."

"Hello everyone."

……

After a brief greeting, all the little bean people turned their attention to the unicorn lion.

"Lion? Alive?"

"Wow, there's a barking beast on its forehead. Is this really an animal?"

"A lion this big must weigh at least several hundred tons. What kind of bone structure can support such a large weight? Can this lion walk? Can it fly?"

"Given Ye Yuan's gravity, this skeleton is definitely not made of calcium, and the muscles and internal organs are definitely different from what we thought. Comrade Yang, can you perform an autopsy?"

"This is the real Godzilla. We don't have the right tools to dissect it. We should culture tissue cells instead."

Manipulating spiritual power, Yang Zhao protected the little bean man while studying the big lion nearby and answering some questions.

"Now it's half dead. If you like its fur, you will find that its entire body is evaporating."

"He can walk. When he flies, his limbs will generate a huge whirlwind to support him. I don't know if it's a natural talent or a magical power cultivated in the later period. It may also be his own magic weapon."

"We can't autopsy him. He's not dead yet. And if he were dead, we probably wouldn't be able to autopsy him. I guess the only thing that can be left is the horn on his head."

With a wave of his hand, Yang Zhao cut off a few strands of lion hair and placed them in front of the little bean man. These thick lion hairs turned into ashes in less than half a minute.

Yang Zhao didn't know anything else. She used her spiritual power to protect the little bean man, flying up and down on the lion. Otherwise, relying on the little bean man alone, it would be impossible for Ye Yuan to function normally.

Without any tools or equipment, these little people can estimate the mass of a hair or even calculate the proportions of a lion's biological movement structure with just their eyes and hands.

It really is true that their eyes are the ruler.

However, the ruler would occasionally glance at the nearby area, where the golden, red and black lines had piled up dozens of meters high, completely submerging Zhao Zhi. "Comrade Yang, where is Comrade Yang Yun?"

After looking around, Political Commissar Xiaodou asked in a somewhat curious manner.

Pointing at the big lion, Yang Zhao's face became full of anger.

"My brother is here, in the shadow of this great lion."

"In the shadows?"

Political Commissar Xiaodou was puzzled: "Shadows eat people?"

"Before, we followed Mr. Fengnan into the divine dream..."

"I asked you to come here to see if I could use your knowledge and experience to find traces of Yang Yun."

After listening to her brief account of her experience, Political Commissar Xiaodouren carefully observed Yang Zhao's expression.

"Okay, I'll pass on this mission right away."

Just when both sides were busy, Yang Zhao's heart trembled and he suddenly turned around.

"Boom!"

A long drumbeat was heard, and a dazzling golden light appeared out of nowhere on the stone platform.

"Boom!"

Then, the second drumbeat came, and the golden light trembled with the drumbeat, doubling in size.

After the third drum beat, the volume doubled again.

The fourth drum beat, the fifth drum beat...

“Boom…boom…boom…boom…”

As the drum beats became louder, an inexplicable power suddenly arose in the sky.

This power is so majestic and overwhelming that it can make people's legs and feet weak and their backs bent.

With a wave of his sleeves, Yang Zhao brought all the little bean people to his side. A group of people looked up at everything in front of them with wide eyes, like a group of quails huddled together.

As the drum beats became more frequent, the size of the golden light grew exponentially. By the time the drum beats were connected, the golden light had already covered the two suns in the sky.

The whole world is golden.

Political Commissar Xiaodou tugged at Yang Zhao's clothes and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito.

"Comrade Yang, those colored threads over there are flying."

Turning his head, Yang Zhao saw the colorful incense threads on the stone platform, which were like spirit snakes spreading out from the platform, winding and circling in the air for a while, and finally, like young swallows returning to their nests, plunging into the golden light that covered the sky and the sun.

After the last incense thread was absorbed by the golden light, the empty drumbeats stopped completely.

The world fell into complete silence. The group of quails below raised their heads and stared at the wonderful sight without blinking. Suddenly someone noticed something.

"No, that golden light seems to be falling down!"

"What? Lao Xu, you didn't see it wrong, how could the light fall down?"

"Comrade Yang?"

Looking closely, Yang Zhao discovered that the golden light that covered the sky and the sun was slowly pressing down inch by inch.

"That's exactly what I meant."

On the stone platform, only Zhao Zhi was left gazing into the distance, standing proudly and independently.

With a wave of his sleeves, Yang Zhao led the little bean people to the edge of the stone platform and asked loudly: "Senior Zhao, this golden light is about to come down, should we hide?"

As he spoke, the golden light was less than a hundred meters away from the ground.

"No need, this is not to suppress you, it has no impact on you."