I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 598

Zhao Pheasant was stunned and said with a smile: "Is it so simple?"

"This junior was rude first, and now he is licking his face and begging you to save my brother..."

Yang Zhao straightened up and then knocked his head on the sand.

"Senior, please save my brother regardless of the villain's fault."

Zhao Pheasant turned the luminous cup and watched Yang Zhao kowtow for the third time with a neutral expression.

After three heads, Yang Zhao stood up straight and knelt down again to kowtow, three times and nine times, as a sacrifice to the gods.

Then Yang Zhao stood up and bowed, his left foot stepped back first, stood at attention with his feet close together, bent down, bowed and waited.

The bright sunshine scorched the desert, and there was silence all around, not even a sound of wind.

Zhao Zhi lowered his eyebrows and sat behind the gold and silver four-goat plan to slowly taste the wine.

Zhao Pheasant made no sound, and Yang Zhao below was also motionless, as if made of iron.

Time passed bit by bit, and the air became more and more anxious.

"Hahahahaha." Zhao Pheasant waved, and Yang Zhao's eyes blurred. The next moment, she appeared on the stone platform. She straightened up and stared at Zhao Pheasant.

"Okay, at least he has a neat personality and is not a coy one."

"senior……"

Zhao Pheasant picked out a piece of snack and stuffed it into his mouth, savoring its taste with half-squinted eyes, and then spoke after a while.

"It's not impossible for me to help you, but I have conditions."

Yang Zhao swept the floor with a bow: "I will go through fire and water without hesitation."

"There is no need to go through fire and water. I want 80% of your incense. As long as you agree, I will teach you how to save your brother now."

Yang Zhaomeng raised his head and said without thinking, "Thank you, senior."

Zhao Pheasant raised his eyebrows and praised.

"Yes, come with me."

He stood up and strolled down the stone platform towards the big lion, followed closely by Yang Zhao half a step behind.

This time she followed Zhao Zhi and no longer felt any pressure.

"You and him are siblings from the same father and mother?"

"Yes."

"That will be easier. Blood relatives will have much less trouble."

When the two people walked in front of the big lion, the big lion had already burst into tears. A huge lion head kowtowed at Zhao Pheasant, and a huge sadness spread.

Zhao Pheasant glanced at the big lion, who froze in place.

"Do you have a divine weapon? Show it to me."

"Senior, please wait a moment."

Yang Zhao closed his eyes and prayed, and drew a small oil lamp from the center of his eyebrows. This oil lamp was only about the size of a palm, with black and gold top and bottom, which seemed both virtual and real. The lamp plate was lightly filled with a layer of golden transparent liquid, a little bit of it. The firelight floats on the lamp panel, bright without a wick.

Zhao Pheasant looked at the oil lamp up and down.

"Let's make do. You can change it when conditions permit."

"Yes."

Yang Zhao bowed his head and agreed, not daring to say more.

"This lion is a dead thing. Only in the dream of the gods can he be saved a glimmer of life. But this life is empty and it is nothing to worry about. Of course, your brother can't hold on for long now."

Afterwards, Zhao Pheasant began to give Yang Zhao advice. "You go to the center of this lion's forehead, prick your middle finger to draw a little blood, and press it between his eyebrows. With your blood connection, you should be able to sense your brother."

"You have two choices at this time. One is to rely on your two bloodlines to transfer the soul weapon to your brother, so that he can break free from the fight between the three of them."

"This method has great advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that the lion's soul is too powerful. Even the dregs that fall are good nourishment for your brother. Even if you pass the soul refining stage before foundation building, the disadvantage is that the soul is too powerful. After all, the weapon is yours and cannot be used to its fullest extent. Your brother’s spirit is at its end now and will be eaten by the opponent if you are not careful. "

"Second, with the blood of the two of you, you personally go out and help your brother win this soul battle. The benefits are obvious. Your soul is stable and powerful, which is more than enough to help him. Your brother is absolutely safe."

"The disadvantages are obvious. Your brother's spirit is at its end. He didn't fight it himself. He won't be able to eat any of the scraps. This kind of damage to his spirit will make it difficult for him to build a foundation in the future."

"It's up to you how you choose."

"Thank you for your guidance, senior."

Yang Zhao held the oil lamp and flew to the center of the lion's forehead. He slit his middle finger and placed it in the center of the lion's forehead. He closed his eyes and fell into darkness.

This was the first time she had done this to find her younger brother based on her bloodline. She was not very skilled at it and the search was very slow.

At first, she always looked for him in Xiaoli. After all, among the three souls, Yang Yun was the weakest.

But the fact is just the opposite. Yang Yun's soul is the largest among the three souls.

His soul was like a big light ball, tightly clinging to two smaller dim light balls, and shadow-like filaments tightly bound the big light ball, making it unable to move.

If it weren't for a trace of blood-red connecting directly to the big ball of light, Yang Zhao wouldn't be sure it was Yang Yun's soul.

In the land of souls, even in the land of clan souls, everyone's souls are very clear, but now, Yang Yun's soul doesn't even have a human form.

"sister?"

There was a sound of hesitation in the darkness, it was Yang Yun.

"Yes, it's me, I'm here to help you."

Yang Zhao relayed what Zhao Pheasant said to Yang Yun and stated the interests and consequences: "I can't help you make a decision on this matter. It depends on your own choice. No matter what choice you make, I will help you."

After hearing this, Yang Yun did not hesitate at all.

"Then I will definitely choose the first one. If I haven't gained anything, it won't be a pity if I lose it. But now I have seen the avenue and different scenery, and you let me watch others cultivate. I gained the truth, but I stopped moving forward, and I didn’t know how my heart would become distorted in the future.”

"That kind of future is unbearable just thinking about it. It would drive me crazy."

"No, no, I have to choose the first one..."

Yang Zhao silently listened to Yang Yun's thoughts. When he repeated these words for the third time, Yang Zhao turned on the oil lamp and the gleaming light illuminated the darkness.

"Okay, let's start now."

The longer it takes, the weaker one's courage becomes.

"Sister? I..."

“When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins, and he takes the light.”

Yang Zhao's trace of blood circled the oil lamp twice, and then tossed it away.

The oil lamp followed the blood-red thread and crashed into the big ball of light. In an instant, the shadows miraculously broke.

But just a moment later, these shadow filaments multiplied crazily, tightly strangling Yang Yun again, and then Yang Zhao's eyes lit up and he was kicked out of the dark place.

When Yang Zhao opened his eyes and saw the lion's head in front of him, he was startled. He quickly opened the healed wound on his middle finger and was about to tap the center of his forehead.

"Come down, it seems your brother chose the first one, otherwise he wouldn't have been kicked out, so don't cause trouble."

Yang Zhao froze, turned around and saw Zhao Pheasant sitting on the stone platform: "Senior, I..."

At this time, Zhao Pheasant held up a bronze wine glass.

"You can't go in, come down, life or death will depend on your brother."