I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Yang Zhao's heart was pounding, his spiritual power was surging crazily but he still couldn't move.

She could only try her best to use her spiritual power to pull Yang Yun to her side, but the time was too short. Yang Zhao could only watch the two black figures rushing in front of her. In the end, she felt her whole body light up, and she was submerged in the darkness. middle.

Amidst the sound of air-conditioning, she vaguely gained a strange perspective, a perspective from which she was hammered to the ground and looking up, a perspective from which her body was extremely enlarged but she could not feel her own body.

"Yang Yun!"

A horrifying scene happened.

In full view of the public, the tall stick figure was like a mummy soaked in water. The skin was stretched open bit by bit by unknown objects. The dry skin began to become full and shiny, dyed with color, and it transformed from a stick figure into a corpse. A monk with flesh and blood, wings, three meters tall, wearing armor and holding a sword was born.

"Yang Yun! How are you?!"

She rolled her eyes and searched around, only to find that not only Yang Yun, but also the big water polo was gone in the sky, leaving only another stick figure with flesh and blood horns.

Yang Zhao's heartbeat slowed down a beat, fearing something might happen to Yang Yun, so he kept yelling in his heart.

"Yang Yun, Yang Yun, are you okay?"

"Yang Yun! I heard you speak!"

But this time, no matter how anxious and angry she was, no matter how loud she yelled in her heart, there was no voice outside her voice.

She forced herself to suppress her surging thoughts, raised her ears and started to listen. There was no voice outside that was Yang Yun's.

This made Yang Zhao's trembling heart even more uneasy. If Yang Yun's condition was not the same as his own, he could only die.

But looking at the two stick figures transformed into tall monks, Yang Zhao vaguely guessed that maybe Yang Yun was in the same situation as himself, in a place where his inner voice could not be heard.

As long as you don't die, everything is possible. In the world of cultivation, as long as you don't die, everything is possible.

While he was upset, Yang Zhao suddenly noticed countless illusory ropes stretching out from the void. The ropes were invisible and colorless, extending toward her as if they had eyes.

Time collapsed infinitely at this moment. Before she could turn to her next thought, the rope was tied from the top of her toes to the root of her hair, leaving no space for Yang Zhao. It was densely packed, as if she had been put on a suit. Layers of rope armor.

When Yang Zhao opened his eyes, the three-meter-tall stickman with wings on his back also opened his cold eyes.

A strange feeling lingered in Yang Zhao's heart, as if not far away, she had grown another body that was not her own.

A body that moves like an arm, but is not one's own body.

At this moment, she seemed to have two pairs of eyes, one lying on the ground facing the sky, and the other looking directly at the thousands of trapped monks.

The stick figure with wings on his back lowered his head, and his two pairs of eyes looked at each other. Yang Zhao's heart trembled.

She saw the shadow on the ground. Even though it was hundreds of meters apart, the shadow was too far away from the ground and had turned into nothingness. She also saw her own figure in the shadow.

At the same time, Yang Zhao also saw clearly the stick figure with wings.

This stick figure is more than three meters tall, has a tiger-like head, and a pair of dark golden eyes that smell of blood. He is covered in dark black armor, holding a six-meter-long horse spear, and has two holes on his back. To the huge black feathers.

The black feathers trembled slightly, helping him float in the air.

She made up the shadow of the stickman, and the stickman grew flesh and blood.

The flesh and blood are replenished by her, and nature is also controlled by her.

Yang Zhao suddenly turned around and saw the stick figure next to him who had just been filled with flesh and blood.

This stick figure is taller than Yang Zhao. He has a head like a lion and a single jade-white horn on his forehead. His tall and majestic body is covered with golden armor. He holds a giant axe. A whirlwind is generated under his feet to help him stand tall. In mid-air.

Looking at the lion's head, which also turned its head, the tiger monk raised his paw and extended a middle finger.

The lion over there tilted his head slightly, stretched out his paw, connected his two fingers, and silently expressed his heart to Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhao felt relieved, and the two siblings didn't say anything. Her black feathers shook, and she flew away like a shooting star, with Yang Yun following closely behind. The actions of the two of them could not be hidden from others, and the whole world was talking about it.

"What the hell is going on? Is it flying?"

"Is this considered a success or not?"

"Did the siblings get eaten, or did they eat someone else?"

"I'm talking to the two people in front of you, please tell me whether it's okay or not."

"It should be done."

"There is no sound between them in this world."

……

The two siblings didn't care about the disturbances behind them. These people bullied them for their low cultivation and used them for experiments. They had no ability to resist and could only accept it.

Now that she can run and jump, even if she doesn't dare to kill people, she doesn't want to give them the results of the experiment.

These monks are different from Yang Zhao in the early stages of the Golden Core Stage. Even if they are trapped in mid-air, they cannot move at all, but they have the means to take in stick figures from the city thousands of meters away for experiments.

This is something Yang Zhao can never do.

Facing so many powerful enemies, she couldn't guarantee that the horse in her hand would be able to cut off their heads.

Since you can't fall out in person, you can only fly away silently, add some trouble to them, and stay away from them to prevent being tricked by others again.

Moreover, as he became more and more proficient in controlling his body, Yang Zhao received a small amount of different memories from this body.

A memory of the tiger-headed monk breaking the formation.

This memory is complicated and unclear, and it takes time to sort it out.

I don't know how big this world is, but the two of them found another city before they flew very far.

"Sister...stop...stop for a moment, I...can't fly anymore."

Yang Zhao Heiyu stopped trembling slightly, and she turned to look at Yang Yun.

"how are you feeling?"

Behind him, Yang Yun was wheezing, and the claws holding the ax were trembling slightly. If the weapon hadn't looked so powerful, he would have liked to throw it down to reduce its weight.

"Originally...I was quite...excited to fly."

He tried to take a few deep breaths to steady his breathing: "As a result, I felt very tired after flying a few steps. If I don't stop, I will fall down soon."

Yang Yun looked at Yang Zhao in confusion: "Is flying so tiring?"

"I'm not tired. I don't feel this kind of consumption at all."

Yang Zhao shook his head: "Maybe your cultivation level is too low and you can't control this body. Let's go down and find a place to hide and see what the monks do."

"where to?"

Yang Zhao raised his chin and motioned to his feet.

"I just tried it. The city here should have some protective measures. At least for a Jindan Qi monk like me, our spiritual consciousness cannot detect the city below at all."

"Compared to the wild, it's safer near the city."

(End of this chapter)