I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 584,

Yang Zhao didn't turn around for long this time, when the circle suddenly shone brightly in mid-air, and buildings with strange postures suddenly appeared in mid-air, looming.

These buildings are in irregular geometric shapes, some have a circle at the top and a circle at the bottom, some are connected by sharp corners, and there are even polygons with circles inside them.

All kinds of suitable and inappropriate things are piled together by a pair of invisible big hands, like building blocks piled up in disorder.

The originally quiet crowd was in an uproar when they saw this, and everyone was a little restless.

If sight had warmth, then these illusory buildings would be roasted by sight.

As time goes by, these buildings become more and more detailed, and the shadows of some creatures can be vaguely revealed.

The shadows seemed to be humanoid, wandering through the buildings as if they were living inside.

These shadows became clearer and clearer, and suddenly a shadow seemed to open its eyes, and a clear line of sight shot out of the void.

Yang Zhao was startled, and there were chills on her back. She always felt that it was her who was looking at her first.

As expected, the sight of her immediately turned to him without any nostalgia, which made Yang Zhao feel at ease.

As time went by, the scope of those geometric buildings began to spread. In just a few blinks of an eye, they expanded to several kilometers, enclosing all the monks surrounding them in a matter of breaths.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Yang Zhao came to a new world.

Faced with this sudden change, she subconsciously wanted to take a step back. As a result, her whole body stiffened. It was difficult to even move a finger, let alone move back. It seemed that even the heart in her chest was no longer beating.

Yang Zhao tried his best to glance at Yang Yun next to him with the corner of his eye, and found that he was standing in the water polo with no missing arms or legs, and couldn't help but feel a little at ease.

She looked around with trembling eyes and found that all the monks in Zuo Jin, regardless of their cultivation level, were standing still and motionless. Even the layman Fengnan was not immune.

"What's going on? Why can't I move... Why is my voice so loud?"

"Tianxiang Pavilion, God...where did this sound come from?"

"There is something wrong with this world..."

"Is that layman Fengnan in front of you? It doesn't look like a big deal... What the hell is going on?!"

"In this Tianxiang Pavilion, don't blame me for being cruel... Bah! Bah! Bah!"

"I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry, I want to eat, I want to eat..."

"This place... this place can leak..."

"The sky and the earth are bright and everything has sound..."

"Can't think, can't think, can't think!"

“Take off your clothes, take off your clothes, take off your clothes.”…………

Various sounds resounded throughout the world, and at first some of their inner thoughts could be revealed. Later, when the monks realized what they were saying, they began to silently think about irrelevant things in their hearts.

The whole world became noisy.

Yang Zhao listened to Yang Yun's silent recitation of "I'm so hungry, so hungry" and silently recited the scenery he saw in his heart.
The sky here is purple, with no sun or moon; you can see mountains floating upside down in the sky and rivers rising against the sky.

The earth is dark blue, with flowers of various colors growing there. Large tracts of buildings are a shade of deep and shallow gray, with no structure of masonry and tiles visible. They are as thin as a geometric splicing cut out of a piece of paper, without any traces. thickness.

Among these buildings, there live all kinds of vaguely humanoid creatures, with big heads and slender bodies, all like stick figures, but wearing colorful clothes.

The colors of this world are astonishingly bright, as if they were drawn by a young child on a canvas.

"This is Tianxiang Pavilion, where did the Tianxiang come from?"

Yang Zhao secretly mobilized his spiritual power to move his body, but at the same time he doubted his own translation skills. How could the world with such childish colors be worthy of the word Tianxiang.

"Where does the heavenly fragrance come from in this weird world..."

"Sister, sister, there is no trace of us!"

Yang Yun's words silenced the entire noisy space, and then more thoughts emerged.

"Where do mortal things come from? Isn't it normal that there is no shadow? This is a dream..."

"Who knows how to move?"

"People won't tell you if they know it, don't think about it, don't think about it..."

"This dream is getting harder and harder to break into. I'd better eat some. I'd better eat some..."

No matter how others disdain this matter, Yang Zhao immediately took it seriously when he knew it was what Yang Yun said.

Her eyeballs couldn't move so big that she couldn't see her own, but she could see other people's.

If you look closely, you will see that no monks are visible as far as the eye can see.

"Is this a dream? What kind of dream is this?"

"How could anyone be fooled now? They are looking for death!"

"Hahahahaha..."

"There are always some idiots..."

Yang Zhao began to repeat various colors in his mind, assuming that what he just said was not his own.