I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 602

"But you have to be careful of the rising water."

Desert? Rising water?
After hearing what Zhao Zhi said, Yang Zhao stepped under the stone platform and asked with a smile: "Senior, do you want to listen to an ancient story? The friends around me are all very knowledgeable."

"Listen to Gu?"

After taking a glance at the little bean man, Zhao Zhi understood: "Come up."

"Thank you, senior."

Yang Zhao sent the little bean man onto the stone platform, turned around and appeared next to the unicorn lion. He used his spiritual power and tried to lift up the unicorn lion.

Unexpectedly, the lion's body seemed to have another mystery. As soon as Yang Zhao's spiritual energy touched the fur, it disappeared without a trace. There was no way to lift the lion with his spiritual power.

Under the dazzling golden light, she rolled up her sleeves and circled around the big lion, trying to find a good place to attack with brute force.

As time went by, Yang Zhao became paralyzed. The lion was too big, and she couldn't even reach the lion's bones with her arms outstretched. She could only hold a little flesh. But could such a small force area lift a small mountain?

At this moment, a huge amount of water vapor came from under the feet, making people feel like they were standing on the sea. Yang Zhao became even more anxious. He grabbed a piece of the lion's horn nearby and tried to pull it up.

But how could this go as she wished? The horn flashed with a dark light, and a huge force directly knocked Yang Zhao down. When she blasted the sand away and flew out, dim yellow waves surged out and rushed into the sky in an instant.

The water tastes salty and fishy; it is sea water, boundless and endless.

Looking at Yang Zhao who was still trying to move the lion in the water, Zhao Zhi smiled lightly.

"Although that evil creature is in a desperate situation, he is more resourceful than you. Don't worry, nothing will happen. Come back."

After a moment's pause, Yang Zhao looked at the giant one-horned lion standing motionless in the water, then turned around, broke through the surging sea water and flew onto the stone platform.

In a flash, huge waves rose in the desert.

Yang Zhao used some hand gestures to clear the mud and water off his body and lowered his head slightly.

"Senior Zhao, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."

There seemed to be some invisible restriction on the edge of the stone platform. Even though the sea was raging outside, the stone platform remained as calm as before, without a trace of moisture.

"Young man, that's all right."

Waving her hand and pointing to the sky, Zhao Zhi whispered: "Look, the excitement is coming."

Rumble!
When he raised his eyes, Yang Zhao saw the war.

The golden light and the sea water are each displayed in one side between heaven and earth, ready to take off.

No one knew who started it first, but the two sides were on the verge of a fight.

This battlefield is boundless and endless.

Collision, biting, devouring, explosion, smoke filled the air and the sound was deafening.

Attack, charge, counterattack, entanglement, bloodshed, and fight to the death.

Yang Zhao's heart was shaken and his blood was boiling when he saw it.

But this war did not last long. In just a cup of tea, the golden light in the sky gained absolute advantage. The dim sea water was knocked down a few points by it, and for a while, no counterattack could be organized.

The golden light went all out and pressed down from all directions, pushing the sea water down dozens of meters in one go. Then the sea water organized several counterattacks, but it could only delay the golden light's downward pressure a little, but this behavior did not delay the attack for long.

In less than half an hour, the golden light had reached the vicinity of the stone platform, and a mud dragon was rolling below.

Reaching his hand into the golden light, Yang Zhao felt a slight warmth, not at all as violent as he had imagined.

Almost in the next scene, the sea water was completely pressed under the sand by the golden light from mid-air, and then the golden light seeped into the desert, and the surroundings became completely quiet.

Between heaven and earth, only the salty air and moist sand remained to remind people that a thrilling war had just taken place here.

Looking at the wet one-horned lion in the distance, Yang Zhao let out a long sigh.

"Senior, is this the end?"

"No, but you can't see it."

Inviting Yang Zhao to sit down, Zhao Zhi poured himself a new drink and raised his hand to prepare another one for Yang Zhao. He gently picked up the wine glass.

"Today's suppression has been the smoothest in all these years. Not bad, not bad. Come drink with me."

"It should be the junior who toasts you." Yang Zhao raised his glass neatly: "Congratulations, senior."

"Hahahahahaha, congratulations."

After drinking a few cups with Senior Zhao Zhi, Yang Zhao took advantage of the other party's happiness and considered his words.

"Senior, you have been here for so long. I wonder if you have the elegance to return to the land of China to explore?"

Raising his eyes and glancing at her indifferently, Zhao Zhi chuckled.

"Little girl, don't play tricks on me. What do you want to ask? Just tell me now while I'm in a good mood."

"Don't blame me, senior."

Yang Zhao blinked his eyes: "Earlier, I always thought that Shen Meng was yours, but the battle I just witnessed told me that Shen Meng and you should be two different individuals. I was confused and puzzled, so I spoke to test it."

"Why do you live here alone?"

"Why else?"

Sighing, Zhao Zhi stretched out his hand and pointed in the air. An unknown huge force rolled up the wet sand layer by layer like Moses opening the sea.

All these actions came suddenly and quietly. After a while, the sand beside the stone platform had been rolled away, and a huge gully appeared in sight.

Below the desert ravine, Yang Zhao saw the vast ocean.

The sea beneath the desert.

That familiar sea with an ancient word "Tao" floating on it and petals floating on it

"Senior? This..." After opening his mouth, Yang Zhao couldn't find the right words.

"The one below is Fan, a god from Bai Yu's upper realm."

Gently twirling the wine jar, Zhao Zhi's brows relaxed.

"When the ancient worlds went to war, they were suppressed here by Lord Di Tu He."

After taking a sip of wine, Zhao Zhi spoke again.

"My duty is to kill Him. I will not leave until He dies."

Bai Yu upper realm?

Bai Yu is in the upper realm again!

While thinking deeply, Yang Zhao found someone pulling her sleeve.

When she looked up, she saw the little bean man standing next to her speaking softly.

"God War."

The War of Gods..., when the ancient worlds went to war...

"Senior, have we ever started a war of gods with Bai Yu in the upper realm?"

"more than."

With a wave of his hand, Zhao Zhi made the layers of sand return to their original positions.

"There is more than one Bai Yu in the upper realm, and more than once."

"There are always some gods who are confused and cannot get more incense in their own territory, so they want to go to other places to plunder. Not only plunder incense, but also plunder all intelligent creatures."

"Living things are so fragile, hey."

Zhao Zhi tapped the wine jar lightly with one finger, his gaze somewhat vague and undirected.

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Yang Zhao asked softly.

"Did many people die at that time?"

"Not only that, many tribes were wiped out. Some creatures gave their tribe soul land to others in order to preserve a glimmer of life for their own tribe."

Retracting his gaze, Zhao Zhi poured himself another glass of wine.

"Among them, the human race was the first to awaken their spirits, so they are the most favored and have received the most clan soul lands. As a result, the human race has many more non-human gods who believe in them."

The faith of the non-human race...

Nine-tailed fox? Dragon?
Suppressing the random thoughts in his mind, Yang Zhao listened quietly to the history of the past.

"In fact, we in Chixian Shenzhou didn't pay much attention to incense at the beginning."

Zhao Zhi talked about the past leisurely.

Incense is the thoughts of all living beings, and there is no essential difference between it and the heavenly rules.

For cultivators, incense can greatly increase their cultivation speed.

But for God, the constraints are too great.

The laws of heaven can constrain everything in heaven and earth.

Incense can infect the soul.

In the Red Land of China at that time, the popular way was to become a god through physical strength, and burning incense was considered a minor practice.

But the outer gods are coming…

The foreign gods who practice faster and in greater numbers are coming.

"Do you know the Heavenly Palace?"

This sudden question made Yang Zhao stunned.

"Yes, I know."

Zhao Zhi asked with interest: "Have you been there?"

Yang Zhao shook his head honestly. According to Master Shen Ruoyu, heaven was on Venus. How could she have been there?

"It doesn't matter if you haven't been there. It's not a good place."

Zhao Zhi waved his hand, his voice sounding a bit long.

"You said my desert is desolate, but you don't know that place is even more desolate. But there was no other way. At that time, the lives of the people in the Red Country Shenzhou suffered heavy casualties. In order to move the battlefield out, we could only build the Heavenly Palace there."

"This gives the people of Chixian Shenzhou a chance to catch their breath."