I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 587,

"This city is a bit rough. It looks like a game model."

Yang Yun squatted on the ground and used an ax to knock on the smooth and invisible walls of the city wall. The huge shadow was squeezed into the corner of the wall, looking a little cramped.

"But looking up at the city wall from this angle, it's really a bit grand."

Yang Zhao flapped his wings and fell from the air, holding Yang Yun to fly forward along the wall.

"Let's go, I found a city gate on the left."

Yang Yun hung in the air, somewhat confused as to why his sister was so persistent in looking for the city gate.

"We both know how to fly, so let's climb over the city wall."

"The rules of the Great Zhou Cultivation World are that you must enter the city through the city gate. Anyone who wants to fly in directly is a provocation. Didn't you notice that when I go back to Yunyang Temple in Xiaonan Mountain at our home, I walk up from the foot of the mountain?"

Yang Yun was a little embarrassed and forced out a smile: "I can't fly, so I really haven't paid attention to these things."

The two of them flew very quickly and saw the city gate in the blink of an eye.

"Holy shit, is this really a city gate? Why is it so small?"

Yang Yun looked at the small city gate in front of him with questions on his head.

This city gate is neither new nor old. It is only two meters high and one and a half meters wide. It is small and narrow. It's about the same size as the door of an old-fashioned rural house. Not to mention it can accommodate vehicles. Even two people would find the door too narrow.

Under a smooth city wall tens of meters high, a hole more than two meters high appeared, which was really unexpected.

As for the Wengcheng, Gate Tower, Arrow Tower, Main Tower and so on, don't even think about it, there is none.

There was silence on both sides of the city gate, and no one or anything came in or out at all.

This is the reason why Yang Zhao cannot find the city gate in the sky. It is small and hidden.

The two people squeezed into the city gate with their waists hunched. When they looked up, they saw the surging flow of people in the city.

A river where stickmen gather.

"Hey, I can't see anyone outside the city gate."

Yang Yun held the ax, held down his beating heart, and quietly took a step back from Yang Zhao.

"Sister, do you think this stick figure will pounce on us and bite us?"

Yang Zhao looked at the endless flow of stick figures in front of him and felt a little scared.

These things don't look like living things.

"Let's find an empty room to rest for a while, and we'll talk about the rest later."

The two of them found a black triangular building next to the city wall and squeezed in.

"Yang Yun, have you received any memories?"

"memory."

Yang Yun lay sprawled on the ground: "There is such a part, but it's just a small part. He doesn't speak and has no companions."

"This lion seemed to be looking for something on a river, but I don't know what it was specifically."

"Sister, how are you doing there?" Yang Zhao sat on the ground, stroking the horse in his hand.

"I have more memories here. I was looking for this thing in the city. He should be looking for that formation. He found it, but he didn't break it. He was trapped here and became an officer."

"Mummy?"

Yang Yun sat up suddenly: "Sister, do you mean that the stick figures coming and going in this city are all monks who have not been able to get out?"

"Ugh."

Yang Zhao nodded: "Yes, this group of unlucky monks, as long as they did not escape from the divine dream, eventually turned into mummies and wandered around in this dream."

She turned to look at Yang Yun, who was trembling a little.

"What are you doing, holding in your pee?"

"sister!"

Yang Yun was a little angry.

"Mummy, mummy, the thing we are controlling now is also a mummy, aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid, but not that scared."

Yang Zhao held down Yang Yun, who was covered in thorns, and took the ax in his hand to look at it carefully.

"It's just mummies. If there are no outside monks to fill their shadows, they will have no choice but to wander around the city and not even be able to leave the city."

She tested the edge of the ax and handed the thing back to Yang Yun.

"Are you still afraid of them? If we don't find a way to break the formation quickly, we will both become mummies."

Yang Yun shivered and began to check his ax like Yang Zhao.

"No, no, no, no, if we both end up here, our parents will cry to death. Oh, no wonder they say more children, more blessings. If any parents who meet unfilial piety like us die together, that's it. Cry without even crying."

Snapped!
"Oh...sister, why did you hit me?"

"Do you understand the prophecy? Stop talking nonsense. Get familiar with your body quickly and see what you can do. Then you can escape."

Yang Zhaoma sat cross-legged in his arms and began to explore the details of his body.

"Sink your mind inside. There is spiritual power in this body. The two of us should try to mobilize the spiritual power in their bodies instead of relying on physical instinct. After all, we are human beings and we are separated from this body by species. "

Yang Yun put down the axe, imitated his sister's example, and began to check his body.

After a while, Yang Yun started shouting.

"Sister, sister, sister, my body can get bigger now. Holy shit, this is a giant Godzilla. It can grow to dozens of meters."

"Fuck, he can also control the wind, and he is born with the ability to control the wind. The talent comes with his race. Compared with him, we humans are simply the abandoned sons of heaven."

Yang Yun suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Yang Zhao excitedly.

"Sister, do you think we can take this body out? This is a typical biological mecha. If we can take it out, our combat power will be incredible."

"Just thinking about good things, he is trapped in a divine dream. If we take him out, won't we be afraid of him transforming into a corpse?"

Yang Zhao turned over and touched the four big wings on his back. He was also very greedy.