The vibrations were haphazard, but they didn't last long, disappearing in a matter of seconds.

Yang Zhao waited for a little half a cup of tea and didn't make any movement, as if the vibration was his imagination.

Although she didn't know what was going on outside, looking at the calm soldiers around her, she pressed her heart and threw all her energy outside.

The outside world was dark, and in the dead silence, the meteoroids were marked red by her and shattered by the spiritual light.

The Crossing Boundary Flying Boat is so big, and it is the property of the Great Zhou Army, Yang Zhao is not in this system, so naturally there is no need to notify her if something happens.

On the contrary, no sound is the best result, and if there is a voice, it means that they can't solve this matter in the Crossing Flying Boat, so they will tell her.

Yang Zhao couldn't melt in, nor did he force it, he only frantically eliminated the security loopholes that he could solve, and tried not to make the outer cabin she was temporarily responsible for a weakness.

This red mark is more like a commander, where Yang Zhao points out, the attack of the Crossing Flying Boat will chase after him.

In the next two tea times, the Crossing Flying Boat shook several times, and these vibrations were large and small, strong and weak.

The only thing in common is silence.

Because his gaze was fixed, Yang Zhao didn't know where things had gotten at all.

All kinds of thoughts are like wild grasses growing wantonly, and they burrow into his heart little by little.

In this dead and dark world, the unknown is the most terrifying.

Slowly, the vibrations began to get more and more intense.

Suddenly, Yang Zhao saw some abrupt light falling from the outside of the Boundary Crossing Flying Boat.

These lights go straight up and down, honestly bound in their own orbit, and beyond the orbit, there is darkness.

In the beam, she saw tiny pieces of crushed ice, blue, red, and black.

In these ice slags, there are also some dark solids of various sizes, rushing into the distance with absolute speed.

An unknown voice told her that it was blood and frozen meat.

Yang Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, the attack on the Crossing Flying Boat was a creature, not a ghost.

"Attention, the battle will soon reach us."

A round-faced guy looked at Yang Zhao firmly.

"Senior Yang, don't worry, we will fight wherever you point, and we will never hold you back."

Yang Zhao looked at the high-spirited eyes of the cabin, and a sense of pride surged in his heart.

"Okay, let's work together, even if the immortal comes today, we will bite him down!"

"Prepare for battle!"

"Whoa!"

Yang Zhao tapped the dragon gun on his wrist.

"Hayama, I'll put all my attention outside later, you help me watch the cabin."

"Okay."

The dragon spear left her wrist and didn't grow bigger, and the smaller one began to roam around the cabin.

Yang Zhao turned his head and put all his spirit outside.

At this time, there are more and more frozen flesh and blood residues, and there are more things that will always collide with each other, changing the original trajectory of action.

In space, if no external force is applied, there is no deceleration or change of direction of an object in motion.

In the air, birds can penetrate the shell of an aircraft, let alone in space.

In order to ensure the safety of the Crossing Flying Boat, Yang Zhao marked all the flesh and blood in the vicinity in red, and used spiritual light to hit these things far away.

Suddenly, a black thing dodged the aura, turned around and slammed into the Boundary Flying Boat.

Yang Zhao was startled, and quickly marked him with a layer of red, and the aura was dense, rushing towards the black thing.

The thing formed itself into a ball, jumping up and down from side to side, its body flashing with light, and even changing its trajectory to escape.

It wants to find a glimmer of life in the dense aura.

But its vitality is a crisis for Yang Zhao, how can Yang Zhao tolerate it?

Yang Zhao commanded the spiritual light to follow, blocking the black thing back and forth, blocking up and down, focusing on an all-round, multi-level, and no dead ends.

The aura rushed towards it like a river, swallowing the black thing into its stomach in one gulp.

She was secretly surprised in her heart while commanding, the speed of this black thing was too fast, if Yang Zhaotong fought it head-on, it would definitely be a "lose" word.

She can't even catch up with others, let alone hit them.

But now it's different, no matter how fast it moves, it's not as fast as Yang Zhao's spiritual sense.

No matter how strong its defense is, it can last for a few seconds at most in the face of the saturation attack of the Boundary Crossing Flying Boat.

In just a few seconds, you can also take it to the cultivation realm to boast.

A few seconds later, this thing that Yang Zhao hadn't seen clearly looked at was seen out of his body from all directions by spiritual light, and a large puff of blood spurted out, and it was frozen into ice slag in a few blinks of an eye.

"Good! I will tell Niuzhen Daoist and let him remember your merits! ”

"Attention! Something is coming again. (End of chapter)