I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 585,

People's voices are complex and inseparable, even for monks in the world of cultivation.

The monks have been trapped in God's dream for the past few days, and various sounds echo in this world, like the sound of rushing water, deafening and disorderly.

There are always people who are uneasy and say one or two specious words, and there are also people who deliberately use their inner voices to stir up trouble.

Yang Zhao had no temper at all when he was trapped, so he was thankful that he could save Yang Yun's water polo.

She no longer recited colors silently, but began to memorize English words, starting with abandon, memorizing phonetic symbols and English lyrics. Cultivation in Chixian Shenzhou has been in decline for a long time, and there were not many cultivators when English was introduced.

She didn't believe that anyone in the world of cultivation could speak English, and no one could understand the main topic.

Yang Yun is even more funny over there. His English is not very good, but he has been memorizing overseas history from the beginning, from ancient Greece to Persia, from democratic city-states to Macedonia. Carry it wherever you want, and focus on taking it by surprise.

When he heard the harsh English in the air, Yang Yun hurriedly followed Yang Zhao, repeating ABCD sentence by sentence, like a primary school student who had just learned English.

Carrying it on my back, a faint voice sounded in my heart.

"Enter the shadow and form a formation, come out."

This sentence was like a gate that fell with a clang, instantly cutting off the entire tide.

The world became silent.

"Enter the shadow and form a formation, come out."

After repeating this three times, there was no more sound. After a moment of silence, the whole world exploded in an instant.

"What does this mean?"

Those who are panicky will naturally have doubts.

"Is this God's decree? Or is that senior just teasing me?"

Naturally, some people are very disdainful of this kind of question.

"This voice sounded from the bottom of my heart. If any senior is so capable in the dream of God, would he still deceive us?"

"Does any senior know how to enter the shadow formation?"

"Does anyone know about Tianxiang Pavilion?"

"This divine dream is ever-changing. For thousands of years, none of the dreams that can be entered are the same. There are no rules to follow. Who knows what Tianxiang Pavilion is?"

"Sister, do you think it means we can move only when we have a shadow?"

Yang Yun's words hit Yang Zhao's mind. The two of them had a relatively simple understanding of cultivation, so naturally they didn't understand the phrase "entering the shadow and forming an array" in a difficult direction.

Or there is no difficult direction for them to guess, and they understand that these four words have the simplest literal meaning. "That may be the meaning, but this is not a normal space. There is not even a sun. There is no way to create a shadow out of thin air. How about I come up with a magic trick..."

The light in this god's dream is not normal, has no serious source, and the shadows of mountains, rivers and trees are all messy.

Yang Yun had other thoughts on this. His thoughts were a little more out of the ordinary than Yang Zhao's.

"Sister, if there is no shadow, just make a shadow. Take your mind away from science. Look at the little stick figures in the city below. Do they look like shadows?"

Yang Zhao tried his best to turn his eyes downward and said, "Although I don't look like a human being, I'm not a shadow of you."

Yang Yun was lying in the water polo. His perspective was much better than that of Yang Zhaoke, and his observation was more careful.

"Who said that? Look carefully, those little stick figures look like they have shadows, but their shadows are missing arms and legs, so the shadows are incomplete!"

When he said this, not only Yang Zhao was shocked, but the whole world fell silent for a moment.

He had no secrets in Tianxiang Pavilion. When the young lady and brother were conspiring openly, someone was paying attention to them.

Yang Yun also relied on the convenience of his perspective to see a difference.

As the last round of sounds spread, these monks began to ponder Yang Yun's thoughts in their hearts.

"It's a good idea to catch people's shadows!"

"It's true. The shadow was incomplete at the beginning. I didn't care at first. This is a dream after all. Even if it belongs to God, it's impossible for everything to be complete. Now that I think about it, this is indeed a method."

"Looks like you can give it a try."

"Indeed, if you have no other ideas, this is the easiest way to solve the dilemma now."

There are people out there who are provoking things, and naturally there are also those who don’t get along.

"To put it simply, is this thing so easy to handle? This is a dream of the gods. Who knows what will happen if you make a wrong step? If you are willing to provoke others here, why don't you end it yourself?"

"Whoever has not lived for hundreds of years is not afraid of breaking his own leg if he traps others here."

"Uh...I can."

"Haha...hahaha..."

"Since you don't want to try it yourself, let others try it."

Before Yang Zhao could finish his embarrassment, Yang Yun found two infiltrating stick figures flying up in the city below.

"Why is this stick figure here..."

Before he could finish his thoughts, he saw the two stick figures flying straight towards their siblings.