I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 594,

In this silent world, Mr. Jingtiao's appearance is really ridiculous, like a dog on a chain.

But what he was barking was murderous words, and what he was talking about was the lives of his siblings.

The shrill voice carried the smell of their blood, which was so strong that it made people sick.

"My lords, look at their appearance. So many monks have died, but these two are the only ones left unharmed!"

"Sir, they must know the reason!"

Looking at the monks in the distance who were about to move, and looking at the barking Jingtiao Lord, Yang Zhao couldn't hold back for some reason, and burst out laughing.

This sudden, strange, and untimely laughter was not loud and did not even spread very far, but this laughter shocked all the monks.

The past is too tragic, so a new city is clearly in front of you. Even if you think Yang Zhao is bluffing, you have to think twice.

They stopped where they were with solemn expressions, waiting to see her results with inquiring eyes.

"Sister, are you okay?"

Yang Yun looked at Hehele's sister, and a chill froze his heart.

"sister?"

"what?"

Yang Zhao turned to look at the big lion: "Ah, I'm fine. I don't know why, but I suddenly wanted to laugh."

Seeing her crooked eyebrows and happy look, Yang Yun felt bitter in his heart.

"Sister, I'll count one, two, three later. When you count to three, run away and I'll stop them for you."

"one!"

"No, wait a moment."

As soon as Yang Zhao changed his hand, the horse hit the lion on the mouth with a "pop" sound. The lion was shocked and a pair of lion eyes were fierce. It lowered its body, roared and bared its teeth, exuding bursts of energy. Fishy smell.

"You can't even move, so why are you trying to stop me? You're so bold and so arrogant."

"I can stop you, sister. Don't worry, run away. Keep the green hills and don't worry about running out of firewood."

Looking at the roaring and talking lion, Yang Zhao was not afraid. Her eyes were fixed on Yang Yun, and her smiling eyes were full of fierceness.

"Historical experience can tell us that individual heroism is not necessary."

"Besides, where can I escape? Yang Yun, don't be deceived. Don't you hear the laughter in the distance?"

"laughter?"

Yang Yun was shocked. He had now lost most of the control over the lion's body, and his senses in the shadow were very dull, and he really didn't hear any laughter.

But he knew that laughter was not a good thing here.

Yang Zhao swung his horse forward, pointing straight into the distance.

"Here, look, a new city."

Yang Yun rolled his eyes along the front, and a new city appeared in a very far away place.

Another new city?
His eyes trembled slightly and he tried to look down.

Below, the new city was built on the same spot and had not been moved.

"You can't run away. This new city was built with human lives. We will probably have to give back as many buildings as we demolish."

Seeing the bald Jingtiao Lord rushing towards him with his teeth and claws spread out, Yang Zhao held spears in both hands and stood ready.

"If we can't break the formation, we will die wherever we run."

Far away, a bunch of thorns were flying from all directions.

Yang Zhao was not afraid of it, he set up his horse and leaned down, his wings shook and his figure disappeared instantly.

The bald Jingtiao Lord looked at the horse stem inserted into his own stem and was filled with astonishment.

"you……"

"I can't keep you. See you again after reincarnation."

Youyou's voice sounded, and Yang Zhao's figure appeared behind Jingtiao. She was now more than ten meters tall. She pressed her two front paws on Jingtiao's body and tore the thing in front of her to pieces.

Yang Zhao picked up the horse's straw and shook the residue on it. He fluttered his wings and retreated in front of Yang Yun. He looked indifferently at the thorns all over the sky and the blood mist lingering in the air. When the rabbit rises and the falcon falls, life or death is decided, and everyone watching the decoration is secretly frightened.

You must know that in the past, when they killed people, they could also remove some useful things from the corpses, and the corpses could be preserved.

But unlike last time, this time the moment the bald Jingtiao Lord died, his body turned into a blood mist that filled the sky and blended into this divine dream.

In the last case, if the body remains after death, they are still sure to use secret techniques to escape from their souls in order to find a chance to survive.

But after death, it directly turns into blood mist and is absorbed by all things in the dream, making it impossible to figure out the outcome.

No matter what others think, this time Yang Zhao entered quickly and won so suddenly. Yang Yun felt that before his eyes could turn around, his sister had already returned victorious. This was so fast that it completely exceeded his imagination.

"Sister...are you so violent?"

"The bald monster was already seriously injured. If I can't kill him anymore, wouldn't that be a waste?"

Yang Zhao tried to push the big lion again, but still failed to push.

"If I move faster, won't others see my shortcomings?"

She frowned fiercely, feeling endless annoyance in her heart.

When the two siblings arrived in a new place, they just had to act like cats, so why did they join in the fun?

Now it's good, not only does she have to give it up, but Yang Yun is also implicated. This business is really a loss.

At the current age of his parents, if Yang Zhao and the others were to die here, the old couple would be dead.

"Sister, there are more and more people."

Perhaps because they discovered a new city, the monks who had fled far away turned around again and gathered towards the big character.

"Is the person you are competing with for your body intelligent?"

Yang Yun's voice was a little dry: "I feel like he kept replaying his glorious achievements in my mind, saying that as long as I give up..."

"Listen to his nonsense."

Yang Zhao lowered his body, his eyes widened, and he stared at the monks approaching from a distance, not daring to take the initiative again.

"If he was so capable and escaped early, why would he still be playing like a mummy here? He didn't even make a draft when he lied to others. If you believe him, you've just been kicked in the head by a donkey."

There were a lot of people coming this time, and she was afraid that she would be held back and Yang Yun would become the lamb to be slaughtered.

The monks approached cautiously, their movements slow and cautious.

Suddenly, one of the monks froze up, and his body seemed to have been kicked. The blocks scattered in all directions, and then turned into blood mist with a "bang" and filled the sky and the earth.

There was a whisper in the distance.

"Those who are afraid of the enemy will die! Catch them alive!"

Yang Zhao's eyes trembled, and his claws holding Ma Shan were exposed with a sound.

That voice was very familiar to her. It was layman Fengnan.

Following this whisper, the monks stopped dawdling and rushed over with weapons in hand.

As soon as they came over, they surrounded the brothers and sisters, each holding a weapon and waving at them, and for a while they actually made an airtight attack.

To fight, one person has the strength to attack with all his strength.

Yang Zhao gritted her teeth and danced her horse to parry up and down. She relied on her two pairs of wings to have unparalleled speed, flashing frequently in the battle group and attacking everywhere.

The big lion was also threatened. His mane flickered, and whirlwinds flew under his claws. The two big axes danced vigorously under the control of the whirlwind, and their fangs and claws hurt countless people.

One side is scrupulous, the other side is unscrupulous.

For a while, although the two sides fought vigorously, no one could win over the other.

Seeing that the battle situation was at a stalemate, some voluntary and involuntary monks were driven into the battle group after a while.

A new bargaining chip was added to the balance of victory. Yang Zhao couldn't resist a flash of lightning, so he was stabbed several times and his clothes were covered with blood.

Yang Zhao's heart was filled with fire. He took a few more blows and bit off half of a monk's body.

With a "bang" sound, the upper body turned into blood mist in the tiger's mouth.

(End of this chapter)