Yang Zhao's heart was pounding, and the spiritual power on his body was surging wildly, but he still couldn't move.

She could only try her best to use her spiritual power to pull Yang Yun to her side, but the time was too short, and Yang Zhao could only watch the two black shadows rush in front of her, and in the end, she felt that her whole body was light, and the whole person was submerged in the darkness.

In the midst of the cold air, she was in a trance and gained a strange perspective, a perspective of being hammered to the ground and looking up, a perspective of her body that was incomparably enlarged but could not feel her own body.

"Yang Yun!"

A terrifying scene happened.

In front of everyone's eyes, the tall stickman was like a dried corpse soaked in water, and the skin was stretched open little by little by an unknown object, and the dry skin began to become full and shiny, dyed with color, and changed from a stickman to a monk with flesh and blood and wings, three meters tall, and sharp armor.

"Yang Yun! How are you?! ”

She rolled her eyes to search around, but found that there was no Yang Yun in the air, not even a big water balloon, only another stickman with bloody horns remained.

Yang Zhao's heartbeat slowed down, and he was afraid that Yang Yun would have an accident, so he kept yelling in his heart.

"Yang Yun, Yang Yun, are you okay?"

"Yang Yun! I hear you speak! ”

But this time, no matter how anxious she was and how she yelled in her heart, none of the outside world was her voice.

She forced herself to press the swelling mind, raised her ears and began to listen, and there was no voice of Yang Yun outside.

This made Yang Zhao's trembling heart even more worried, if Yang Yun's condition was not the same as his own, then it could only be dead.

But looking at the two tall monks above who had transformed into stickmen, Yang Zhao faintly guessed that maybe Yang Yun's current situation was the same as his own, and he was in a place where his voice could not be transmitted.

As long as you don't die, in the cultivation realm, as long as you don't die, everything will be in time.

When she was upset, suddenly, Yang Zhao noticed countless illusory ropes stretched out in the void, and the ropes were formless and colorless, extending towards her like eyes.

Time collapsed infinitely at this moment, and before she could turn the next thought, the rope was tied from her toes to the roots of her hair, leaving no space for Yang Zhao, dense, as if she was wearing a layer of rope armor.

When Yang Zhao opened his eyes, the stickman who was three meters tall and had wings on his back also opened his cold eyes.

A strange feeling lingered in Yang Zhao's heart, and it seemed that not far away, she had grown another body that did not belong to her.

One is like an arm, but it is not his own body.

At this moment, she seemed to have two pairs of eyes, one lying on the ground facing the sky, and the other staring directly at the thousands of trapped monks.

As soon as the stickman with wings on his back lowered his head, the two pairs of eyes looked at each other, and Yang Zhao's heart trembled.

She saw the shadow on the ground, even if it was hundreds of meters apart, the shadow was so far away from the ground that it had turned into nothingness, and she saw her own figure in the shadow.

At the same time, Yang Zhao also saw clearly the stickman who was born with wings.

This stickman is more than three meters tall, with a tiger-like beast head, a pair of dark golden eyes with a smell of blood, he is covered with dark black armor, holding a six-meter-long horse lance, and two pairs of huge black feathers are born on his back.

The black feather trembled slightly, helping him float in the air.

She made up for the shadow of the stickman, and this stickman grew flesh and blood.

The flesh is replenished by her, and naturally it is also controlled by her.

Yang Zhao turned around abruptly and saw the stickman next to him who had just been filled with flesh and blood.

This stickman is a head taller than Yang Zhao's side, his head is like a lion, he has a jade white horn on his forehead, his tall and majestic body is covered with a golden armor, he is holding a giant axe, and the whirlwind under his feet helps him stand in mid-air.

Looking at the lion's head, which also turned its head, the tiger monk raised his paw and stretched out a middle finger.

The lion over there tilted his head slightly, stretched out his claws, and connected his two fingers, silently giving Yang Zhao a heart.

Yang Zhao's heart was relieved, the two sisters and brothers didn't need to speak, her black feather was shocked, and she flew into the distance like a meteor, and Yang Yun followed closely behind.

The two of them couldn't hide this action from others, and there was a lot of discussion between the whole world.

"What the hell is going on? This is flying? ”

"Is this done, or is it not?"

"Did the sister and brother eat someone else, or did they eat someone else?"

"I said the two in front of me, whether it is successful or not, you will say something."

"It should be done."

"There is no other voice in this world."

……

The two sisters and brothers didn't care about the disturbances behind them, these people bullied them for low cultivation, and used the two of them for experiments, and the two of them had no ability to resist and could only accept it.

Now she can run and jump, even if she doesn't dare to kill people, she doesn't want to give them the results of the experiment.

These monks were different from Yang Zhao at the beginning of the Jindan period, even if they were trapped in mid-air, they couldn't move, but they had the means to come up from the city thousands of kilometers away to ingest stickmen and come up to do experiments.

This is something that Yang Zhao will never be able to do.

In the face of so many powerful enemies, she could not guarantee that her horse lance would be able to decapitate them.

Since you can't turn your face in person, you can only fly away silently, add some blockage to them, and stay away from them by the way, so as to prevent being tricked by others again.

Moreover, as he became more and more proficient in the control of his body, Yang Zhao received a small part of a different memory from this body.

A memory of the Tiger Monk's breaking formation.

It's a messy memory, and it takes time to sort it out.

I don't know how big this world is, and the two of them didn't fly far and found a city.

"Sister...... Stop...... Stop, I'...... I can't fly. ”

Yang Zhao's black feather trembled slightly, and she turned to look at Yang Yun.

"How are you feeling?"

Yang Yun behind him was panting, and the claws holding the axe trembled slightly, if it weren't for the fact that this weapon looked very powerful, he couldn't wait to throw this thing down and reduce the weight.

"Originally...... I'm still flying...... I'm quite excited. ”

He tried to take a few deep breaths and steady his breathing: "As a result, I felt very tired after not flying a few steps, and if I didn't stop, I would have to plant it for a while." ”

Yang Yun looked at Yang Zhao in confusion: "Is flying so tired?" ”

"I'm not tired, I don't feel this consumption at all."

Yang Zhao shook his head: "Maybe your cultivation is too low and you can't control this body, let's go down and find a place to hide it and see which monks do it." ”

"Where?"

Yang Zhao lowered his chin and motioned to the soles of his feet.

"I just tried, and the city in this place should have some means of protection. At the very least, for a Jindan Qi cultivator like me, our divine sense can't explore the city below at all. ”

"It's safer near the city than in the wild."

(End of chapter)