Yang Zhao also understood the choices of these soldiers.

The situation in the Wind Breeze Realm is treacherous, and she, a Jindan period monk, cannot give these soldiers enough security.

The rescuers are in front of them, and the top is a sharp boat and cannon, and he is just a Jindan monk who is guarding here.

It is clear which is better and which is inferior.

"Do you know the location of the Crossing Ship?"

"I don't know."

A foundation-building monk replied in a deep voice behind him.

"But as soon as the two spells come closer, the light of the spell will increase, and vice versa."

Yang Zhao nodded, not caring about this, and obeyed their wishes.

She shook her wrist, and the dragon spear leaped into her hand.

"Hayama, go."

A dragon roared out and circled upward.

She looked at the sky, closed her eyes, and when she opened her eyes again, a pair of golden eyes looked around indifferently.

In the woods by the lake, the eyes watched their every move, but nothing came up to stop them.

Yang Zhao snorted coldly, stepped on the head of the Jiao with one foot, pinched and chanted a mantra, causing the clouds to gather on his head, and the thunder and lightning were hidden in it.

Yang Zhao sighed in her heart: she herself is still a stable thinker in a prosperous world, and she doesn't pay so much attention to weapons, which has led to the embarrassing situation that she has nothing to use now.

This situation not only made her lack the means to attack, but also showed her cowardice in front of the soldiers, which damaged the deterrent power of the Jindan monks.

Just wait for this time to go back, and she will say that she will be equipped with her own weapons and equipment.

If there is a good treasure, no matter what the use, she will not hesitate to spend a lot of money to buy it.

Lack of firepower phobia, Yang Zhao only experienced the impact of this sentence on his person today.

"Let's go."

As soon as she spoke, all the soldiers kicked on the ground and jumped on the dragon in unison.

The dragon circled half a circle on the red lake, followed the direction, and headed high into the sky.

As soon as they moved, several black shadows fluttered in the distance.

Seeing Yang Zhao and them flying straight to a high place, these black shadows disappeared in a flash.

Not long afterward, several fierce beasts came in the distance, and fell far behind the dragon. Run high into the sky.

Farther away, in the midst of a firelight, black dots took off one after another, and with a cursory sweep, there were always forty.

There is a bit of a beast and many people.

Yang Zhao's sense swept and found that it was still some small things in the foundation building period.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the mastermind behind the scenes never touched the Jin Dan period that matched Yang Zhao to balance her.

Things have developed so far, Yang Zhao doesn't believe that the other party has no backhand.

After all, this chip is in the hands of others, and people don't show their cards, so you can only default to the fact that there are two kings and four twos in their hands.

Whoever wants to acquiesce to the other party's junior is a Harpy.

Yang Zhao drove Yushan, turned around several times in the thick haze, and took the murderers around a long circle, and used the way of movement to roughly circle the fierce beasts within a range.

Yang Zhao's heart moved, his fingers turned slightly, and he muttered silently in his mouth.

"Subtle vacuum, Shenxiao Zhao Gong drove the thunder and lightning to go off the fire and the wind."

A large area of silver snakes walked up the black clouds, and in the blink of an eye, they spread for dozens of miles. As soon as those fierce beasts saw this scene, they paused and wanted to retreat.

Yang Zhao's eyes sharpened, and he shouted softly, "Thunder!"

"Boom ......"

"Rumble......

Within dozens of miles, thunder and lightning fell like raindrops, densely packed, and the tide of thunder and lightning poured out from the sky like the Milky Way that had been unloaded, surging endlessly.

The electric light shines brighter than day, and the eyes of the stinging people hurt.

The deafening thunder resounded throughout the four fields, and all the beasts in the rainforest were silent.

The thunderstorm lasted for half a minute, thunder and lightning mixed with heavy rain fell in the forest, and flames rose up.

Waiting for a little subsidence, Yang Zhao realized

Sweep.

Except for a few fierce beasts that luckily did not die, prostrate on the ground, and wailed lowly, the rest of the thirty or so fierce beasts became charcoal.

As soon as he saw this scene, the sound of inhaling cold air sounded behind Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhao's golden eyes opened wide, and a wave of pride gushed out.

This super-large-scale thunderstorm that she carefully prepared verified a doubt that had always existed in her heart.

The cultivation realm and science are not opposites!

The fire spread in the place where it fell, and no one stopped it, and a large amount of water vapor rose into the air along with the dust, forming a large area of dark clouds.

When the clouds are thick enough and the water vapor is abundant enough, a little spiritual power can cause a huge thunderstorm with a small amount of spiritual power to connect the positive and negative motors of the clouds.

This is just the current science, and it has not explored the cultivation realm!

She kept her precarious worldview.

The first ten years of study that were determined would have helped her in the cultivation realm.

Her more than ten years of study have not been in vain.

"Let's go."

"Ang~" Hayama roared, braved the wind and rain, and flew away with everyone.

They had to bypass the clouds that had just had a thunderstorm and fly high into the sky from elsewhere.

The dozen or so soldiers behind him all regretted it a little, they frowned, but they didn't dare to speak.

These people all knew that they had offended Yang Zhao before, so they naturally felt a little less comfortable getting along.

If it had been before, they would have cheered as an atmosphere group.

All kinds of rainbow farts blurted out,

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and the dragon led them up layer by layer, through the thick black clouds, and flew up a few kilometers, and saw a clear area.

There are no clouds, no things, no wind and no feathers.

Looking down, there was a dark cloud below.

Looking up, the superstar bullied the heavens and gained glory.

It seems that between heaven and earth, except for the small dark cloud overhead, only these people on Jiaolong's body remain.

Piao Piao Miao, living alone for thousands of miles.

As for the Crossing Flyboat, sorry, I haven't seen a shadow yet.

They followed the light of the spell and flew high in the air for thousands of miles, but still did not see the scattered shadows of the Boundary Crossing Flying Boat.

Finally they found a place where the spell glowed at its best, and stopped.

Looking at the empty surroundings, I had to guess that the Boundary Crossing Flying Boat was still in the high heavens, in the universe.

The light of the spell was just a greeting from the people on the Crossing Craft, and the purpose was probably to make them feel at ease, but the Flying Boat that picked them up had not yet come down from space.

For a moment, everyone froze here.

It is absolutely impossible for them to go into space on their own.

They couldn't even get close to the Kármán line.

Yang Zhao is okay, she is in the Jindan period of cultivation, and she can go to space to wave around, but others don't have this ability.

A Qi cultivation cultivator is an ordinary person who is stronger, as long as they dare to go to outer space in the flesh, all kinds of rays and particles will teach them how to be human and how to freeze people.

Yang Zhao sighed leisurely.

"There's nothing wrong with your spells, is there? There's nothing around here."

"Senior Yang, it should be that the Crossing Boundary Flying Boat is right above us, so the light here is the brightest."

A foundation-building monk hurriedly organized the language.

"Don't worry, according to military tradition, someone will come to pick us up in a moment."

Yang Zhao asked again, "Do you know how much time you have to wait?"

The three foundation-building monks gathered together and secretly made an assessment.

"This, I don't know where the Crossing Flying Boat will stop, whether the distance is far or near, and the time may not be accurate."

"But the spell is on, and according to previous speculation, in half an hour at the latest, the other party will send a flying boat to take us back."

Trapped in the windswept realm, they can only rely on the people on the Boundary Flying Boat to pick them up in a flying boat that can shuttle between the earth and space

Into space.

There is no initiative, only waiting.