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Both parties were not familiar with their respective bodies, so all the fighting was done on the limbs and branches, and none of the various spells could be used.

Only then did Yang Zhao realize that in this divine dream, many of the spells that were beckoning could not be used.

Seeing that there was no difference between the winner and the loser in terms of skill, the vitex tree finally spoke.

"I have a way to dig out all the memories of the person behind you. How about I share it with you then? It's better than us all becoming this mediocre person."

Yang Yun, who was hiding behind Yang Zhao, looked stunned. He didn't expect that he had invited this enemy.

"He... he can understand what I'm saying, and he... still covets my body?"

Yang Zhao glanced at Yang Yun with a half-smile, and raised his voice to yell.

"I don't need you for such a trivial matter as digging up memories? Why do you have the nerve to be so aboveboard when you steal other people's things?"

Yang Yun looked at his sister blankly and pointed to his nose.

The thorn bushes were faceless, and their expressions could not be seen. However, the thorn bushes stood on end as if their hair had exploded, indicating that they were probably angry.

"You Chixian Shenzhou people, a walking longevity pill, actually dare to utter arrogance in my place?"

Facing this Jingtiao's sudden attack, Yang Zhao had already had a vague suspicion in his mind.

Since this Jingtiao can understand Chinese, he must have some knowledge of Chi County China.

"Ha, if you want the longevity pill, wait until you get out alive."

"you die!"

Before he finished speaking, a large bush of wattle branches had already approached Yang Zhao's face.

Yang Zhao waved his horse to cut off the thorns that were shot out, and with a flick of his hand, a large clump of broken thorns was shot back like arrows.

The two sides started fighting again.

There are many thorns, they are extremely fast, and their movements are cunning and unusual, but they lose because of their thin branches.

Yang Zhao was very powerful and his horse was sharp, but he was not as fast as Jing Tiao, and he did not dare to charge up because he was worried about Yang Yun's safety.

The two were in a stalemate for a while.

But soon, both sides reached a tacit agreement to call it quits and retreat.

Yang Yun was dragged forward by Yang Zhao, and looked back in confusion at the Jingtiao that was about to disappear behind him.

"Sister, what's wrong? Why did he suddenly stop fighting?"

"There's an extra pair of eyes around here, eager to try. We're both afraid of turning into a mantis."

"Mantis?"

Yang Yun shook his big mane head and looked around.

"Why didn't I find where the oriole was?"

Yang Zhao carried Yang Yun, who was much taller than her, and walked out of an afterimage on the street.

"Wait until you find that we are both cold. Let's go and see if there are still the same lines elsewhere."

This city covers a large area. Yang Zhao roughly estimated it at least two to three thousand square kilometers when he was in the sky.

This area cannot be explored completely even if you have to walk with human legs for six or seven days.

But this was not a problem for the monks. In less than two cups of tea, Yang Zhao and Yang Yun walked through the streets of the entire city.

They found a total of nine places with the same pattern in this city.

Some are in small squares, some are in courtyards, some are on walls, and so on.

Almost every place with patterns would have several cultivators gathered around to study it.

There are many ways to break the formation, such as violently breaking the formation, such as using the formation to break the formation.

But in the divine dream, there was no material to break the formation with the formation, and they didn't dare to break the formation violently, forcing these helpless cultivators to actually start to cooperate with each other.

You know, this is a monk in Yeyuan.

This discovery undoubtedly increased Yang Zhao's pressure, and Yang Zhao dragged Yang Yun and ran out of the city. "Sister, what's wrong?"

"run."

The two squeezed out of the short city gate, and Yang Zhao's two pairs of wings behind his back pulled Yang Yun close to the ground and began to fly away.

Yang Yun looked at Yang Zhao's livid face and suddenly realized.

"Sister, are you afraid that the green belt will find someone else to cooperate with and block us?"

"I was careless. I shouldn't have lingered just now. I should have just left."

Yang Zhao frowned so hard that he wished he could pinch a fly to death.

Upon hearing this, Yang Yun was also startled, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"Sister, there's something wrong. I don't even have the intention of running away?"

You know, he is a monk who has just started cultivating in the Qi training stage. Why should he not be afraid when facing a monk who may be in the Golden Core stage or even in advanced levels?
Yang Zhao was also stunned, his eyes flashing with confusion.

"You didn't want to run away? Aren't you afraid?"

Yang Yun combed his big mane with a gloomy expression.

"I'm not afraid. I even vaguely feel that I can compete with that green belt."

"Are you going to have a fight with him?"

Yang Zhao was stunned. He chewed the words in his mouth and felt a bit cold.

"Then I didn't want to run away. Was I careless, or was something clouding my mind?"

Neither brother nor sister had an answer to this question, so they could only leave it alone.

Fortunately, this was Ye Yuan, and the cultivators were too defensive. When they arrived at the next city, there was no one in the green belt to follow them.

The two people silently measured the area of ​​the entire city with their feet, and found that there were nine familiar patterns in the city.

Similarly, the monks here have not gained much in terms of breaking the formation.

Yang Zhao did not dare to take Yang Yun to stay in the city for a long time, so he took him to the next place.

This time they came to a big river.

This river connects the sky to the earth and is majestic.

Following the footsteps of other monks, they found nine similar patterns on the river.

In this way, Yang Zhao spent three or four days and discovered twenty-eight places with patterns in this divine dream.

"Sister, it's a big formation."

Yang Yun squatted on the ground, holding an ax and digging holes on the ground unconsciously. Even the whirlwind on his feet was a little wilted.

"The place we have been flying in these past few days is comparable to the area of ​​a small country. Is it really possible for us to break through such a large formation?"

At first, when he saw thousands of high-level monks, he was secretly surprised. Such a large number of high-level monks, placed in Chixian Shenzhou, could easily destroy a small or medium-sized country.

But now, these thousands of monks are no different from ants in the divine dream.

The level of cultivation in the world of cultivation is absolutely suppressive, making people really powerless to resist.

Yang Zhao held his horse in his arms and sat under a strange big tree with his eyes closed to meditate.

They were in a mountain valley, with two big cities in front and behind them, and a big river flying less than a hundred miles away.

No matter where there is movement, Yang Zhao, who is hiding here, can quickly arrive with Yang Yun.

"There must be a way. Shenmeng has been in Yeyuan for many years, and many people must know the secrets. It just depends on whether these thousands of monks are in a hurry and are ruthless and desperate. Don't forget, there are people looking for substitutes before we come in. The monk."

There was a bit of coldness in her tone.

"This kind of monk who becomes a substitute for others will not spare his life in the end."

(End of this chapter)