I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 600,

"Now there are no gods or immortals in China in Chi County."

"Yes, ah... no."

The sudden change of topic made Yang Zhao pause. She quickly organized her thoughts and watched the general Zhao Pheasant choose her words carefully.

"It should be that the gods retreated and disappeared. Anyway, I..."

"Okay, I get it now."

Zhao Zhi drew the silk steadily and replied: "Then they should all be dead."

His tone was calm and Yang Zhao didn't know what expression to put on for a moment and froze in place.

"The current path of cultivation, for you juniors, is no different from cutting off the road ahead."

Seeing that she didn't catch the words, Zhao Zhi didn't care and continued.

"Now that you are the leader, you will naturally have to make an extra journey for those who come after you."

"Senior, if I walk a little longer, will it make the path of those who come after me easier?"

Although Yang Zhao felt that she could leave behind some cultivation experience, was her cultivation experience so important?

Zhao Pheasant: "If you are really the leader, you will be the first road monument to appear on this road. Everyone will look at you when walking on this road."

"The further you go, the further they go."

"If you fail at the first step, it will be more difficult for many people to take the first step."

Zhao Pheasant sighed softly at the Taoist sign: "Although the texture is impure and the aura of violence is strong, this incense has a lot of weight and is rare."

"You can still stay awake in the face of such violent incense. It seems that this card is the most important. This thing is the path your master has chosen for you. If I were young, I would have to break a fragment of the god to try it. try."

Yang Zhao was puzzled and asked curiously: "Senior, what do you mean by this? My master never told me."

Zhao Pheasant looked at Yang Zhao and saw a trace of helplessness in his eyes when he saw her sincere face.

"To put it bluntly, incense is the thoughts of all living beings. This thing is messy and many incense piled together. Even a god's original intention will be distorted if he is not careful, let alone you, a little golden elixir stage monk."

"This is a problem that all immortals who become gods will face. Among the several methods you understand to ascend to the throne of gods, except for the first one, the second one is more difficult to be controlled by incense."

Zhao Zhi said calmly: "This card is an act of deception. It uses other people's divine fragments to carry the thoughts of all living beings. It is filtered and then given to you. Although there are fewer usable ones, it is more Safety."

Following Zhao Pheasant's movements, the gold, red and black colored threads piled higher and higher, spreading wider and wider. The layers of colored threads gave off a bit of a horror movie atmosphere in the red environment of Ye Yuan.

Shaking his head, Yang Zhao got rid of the messy thoughts in his mind and quickly weighed it up.

"I need to fight for God's position. At least I need a way to fight for God's position. Senior, can you please teach me how to fight for God's position?"

"Ok?"

Zhao Pheasant glanced at Yang Zhao and asked casually: "Why?"

"The current effective cultivation method in Chixian Shenzhou is the "Three Yang Zhengqing Sutra", which is the one I practice. Now that I have reached the Golden Elixir stage, I may not be able to practice to the Nascent Soul stage."

Yang Zhao spoke slowly, becoming more convinced of his reasons.

"I also have a movie called "Incense Forges the Divine Body", but this is not a cultivation method, it is the use of incense, and it is my soul that is enhanced."

"As for other refining medicines, castings, spells, spells, etc., there are none. Don't worry about your jokes. Although my cultivation has greatly increased in the past few years, I know no more than the average monk in the Qi refining period."

"I need a way to ascend to the divine throne, and now the entire Chi County China needs it."

In the past few years since she came to the world of cultivation, although she has met a few seniors from Red Line China, these seniors have all died, leaving very little behind.

Even Yang Zhao, the divine general Zhao Pheasant, did not know whether he was alive or dead.

But whether in life or in death, there are too few things about cultivation.

"Not only do you have three points of luck, but these incense can give you a lot of luck."

Zhao Pheasant's eyes were calm: "So, if you want to fight for the divine position, what you want is the various inheritances in the land of clan souls."

Yang Zhao: "Yes."

Zhao Pheasant sighed and said with emotion: "What you said sounds a bit pitiful. Do you really want to know?"

Yang Zhao answered truthfully: "I think so."

"Okay, I'll teach you."

"what?"

Zhao Pheasant asked: "What's wrong? You're not satisfied?"

"How could it be? I was just a little surprised."

Yang Zhao was happy but also a little shy: "It's so nice of you to agree. I thought you wanted me to try harder. Thank you for your strength, senior."

"Your elders are just worried too much. There are 140,000,000 people, and there is no shortage of people. Why are they holding you captive?"

Zhao Pheasant didn't care: "Wait a moment, and when I sort out these incense sticks, I will teach you how to go to the land of clan souls to fight for the throne."

Yang Zhao stood up excitedly and bowed deeply.

"Thank you, senior. Please smoke more."

"Then I won't bother senior here."

Seeing that Zhao Zhi had no objection, she bowed again, took three steps back, turned around and got off the stone platform.

After taking a quick look, he saw that apart from the motionless big lion, it was the mummy of the four-winged tiger that was still wandering around. However, Yang Zhao had sharp eyes and noticed at a glance that his appearance had been weathered and his wings were missing. It would probably take a while. It becomes one with the desert.

Originally, Yang Zhao wanted to treat the mummy as a kind of biological mecha, but now it seems that this is just wishful thinking.

She walked over and thought of tiger bone wine inexplicably.

But looking at the tiny remains dropped from time to time by the mummy, another thing that was eaten came to mind, the mummy.

"Hiss..." Throwing away the messy thoughts, she bowed.

"Senior, thank you for lending me your body in the dream. If you have any unfulfilled wishes, if you don't mind, you can tell me."

The wandering mummy froze slightly. Although its movements were small, it could not escape Yang Zhao's eyes.

"Senior, although I am only in the golden elixir stage and cannot handle big things, I can still do it by running an errand to send a message or deliver something."

"Even if it doesn't work out, do you want to be buried or cremated? Do you want to be buried in the desert or in the sea? Let me help you. You can't leave your body in the wilderness."

The mummy stopped completely, and after a while, a hoarse, dry voice came out.

"I want to live."

"This... you are making things difficult for me."

Yang Zhao shook his head quickly: "I'm not the Lord of Hell, and I don't have a judge's pen in my hand. If I had this ability, I wouldn't be in the golden elixir stage. If you play like this, then I won't accompany you."

The mummy made no sound, but it didn't move either. He stood quietly in the desert, like an abstract sculpture.

After another long while, the tiger mummy suddenly collapsed and shattered into fine powder. Suddenly, a strong wind came from nowhere and blew the powder away.

Yang Zhao immediately closed his eyes tightly and covered his mouth and nose, for fear of accidentally taking a bite.

At this moment, a hoarse voice came from mid-air.

"In the Upper Realm of Baiyu, in the Qianling Mountains, if you stick my horse pole on the Chiqing Peak, my four wings will be your reward."

"Don't forget, don't forget."

As soon as Yang Zhao opened his eyes, he saw a familiar horse pole stuck in the sand, with four broken wings scattered beside it.

"Is it popular in the Baiyu Upper Realm to destroy people's bones and spread their ashes?"

There is no choice between cremation or burial. I choose to raise it in the wind. The key is to find a good place to raise it. I raise it next to Zhao Pheasant. After death, there is still a big mountain pressing down. What are you trying to do? Picture 160?

"Senior, you can go with peace of mind. As long as the Crimson Green Peak is not a forbidden area where strangers are not allowed to enter, I will definitely plug this thing in for you."

Yang Zhao stretched out his hand to pull Ma Shan, but felt his wrist sank and stopped moving.

"Oh, this is quite heavy."

She put both hands on the horse's shaft, and even after struggling with her arms, it still didn't move. She summoned all her spiritual power, but the horse's shaft remained motionless.

"Hey, buddy, why are you trying to compete with me?"

Yang Zhao took half a step back, intending to reason with the horse.

"You heard it too. It was your master who entrusted you to me, and I didn't steal you. Why are you having trouble with me?"

"Your master's last wish is to impale you on the Crimson Green Peak. If you don't come with me now, do you understand that your master will die in peace?"

Ma Shan stood motionless in the sand, as if he didn't understand.

Yang Zhao was agitated and was really not in the mood to waste time with him here.

"Don't pretend you don't understand me. This is a desert. If you were really that heavy, you would have sunk into the sand long ago."

"I'll count three to two. If you agree, fall to the ground and I'll take you away. If you don't agree, just stay here with your master. I won't serve you anymore."

Ma Shan didn't move.

"three."

"two."

"one."

"Poof." With a muffled sound, Ma Shan fell into the yellow sand.

Yang Zhao bent down and lifted the horse up with one hand.

"Isn't that enough? Don't eat the soft ones. If you have to eat the hard ones, make them smaller."

She took out the Qiankun bag from her arms and stuffed the shrunken horse into it. She also stuffed the four wings on the ground into it.

Yang Zhao sighed, walked a few steps forward, picked up the dragon gun from the sand, shook the dust off, shrunk it and clasped it on his wrist.

"Yu Shan, are you still alive? Please make some noise."

.........

"Tsk, cool boy, let me tell you, if you don't talk every day, you will develop autism sooner or later."

Yang Zhao chattered and continued to move forward. The huge lion covering a vast area lay quietly in the sand, as if it were made of stone and iron.

"Yang Yun, I'll record you. At least let your parents know who your enemy is."

She took out her mobile phone from her arms and frowned as soon as she opened it.

I saw all kinds of icons wandering around on my good phone, as if it was infected by a virus, and various apps were flying back and forth like a revolving door.

Yang Zhao tried taking two shots but failed.

"What is bad in the divine dream? Is it entering the divine dream or entering the shadow?"

Puzzled, Yang Zhao threw the question away.

She took out three other mobile phones and found that they all had problems more or less.

There is one with a black screen, and one with various apps opened randomly. The best one has half of the screen lit up with colorful stripes.

She looked back at Zhao Zhi, who was still busy, picked up the colorful striped mobile phone, turned on the camera, and found that it was okay.

"That's right, there's one left for me."

She held up her phone with half of the screen remaining, surrounded the big lion and started recording.