"It seems that those people didn't just use the two of us for experiments, and they took others for experiments so quickly."

Yang Zhao and the others squatted under the triangular building and waited for a long time, and only when various monks appeared in the sky did the sister and brother come out of the aggrieved triangle.

"Sister, is it safer to go out at this time?"

Yang Zhao looked up at the monk who was flying hurriedly in the sky, and there was no turmoil in his heart.

"If they meet Zhang Mian at the beginning, they are still angry, and when they see the two of us, they may have dates or no dates to beat a stick, anyway, it won't take much trouble for the two of us to cultivate shallowly."

The two of them hadn't flown far in the first place, and the city where they landed and the city they were trapped in as soon as they entered was originally a neighboring city, and this distance was just a matter of stomping on the cultivators.

"But as long as they are given a while, when they receive these memories, and there is a god of death following behind them with a knife, they will naturally not pay attention to our little episode."

Yang Zhao dragged Yang Yun to find the city gate.

"Let's go, let's go and break the formation."

"Sister, do you know where the formation is?"

The two of them drilled out of the short city gate, and Yang Zhao shook his wings and dragged Yang Yun to fly.

"I don't know, I'm a Jindan stage monk with limited memories to receive, but some of these people who came in today have a higher cultivation level than mine, so the memories they receive will naturally be a little more, let's observe where they are running first, and then talk."

Yang Yun was a little uneasy in his heart, but he didn't want to say it at this time: "This time, we can see a little new species, and I don't know that these dried corpses are all .........."

Suddenly, he silenced his voice.

"Oh, hey, sister, the monk in front of me is a bit like a mushroom!!"

Yang Zhao turned his gaze in the direction of his finger.

"I'll go, it's a big mushroom."

This reply made Yang Yun a little stupid.

"Huh? No, you say it's really a mushroom? Can fungi also cultivate immortals?"

"Why can't this, do you remember the little grass golden pill of our Yunyang Temple? The parasitic creatures of the Sujin clan are not climbing and tearing on the border with the Great Zhou."

"Damn, I always thought he was a little grass."

The two of them flew high into the air, and swept the various monks in the distance with the corner of their eyes.

There was no sun or moon in this dream, and the two of them estimated that they had stayed in the air for more than an hour, and they had memorized the footholds of most of the cultivators.

"The mountains are better than the city than the water, three to five than two, all right, let's not go far, just look for this city under our feet."

Avoiding the various dried corpses on the streets, the Yang Zhao sisters and brothers looked left and right, carefully studying the city.

"Sister, did you find it, the two of us haven't been breathing, whether it's this body or a shadow."

"Since we entered the Divine Dream, we don't need to breathe."

There were also a few monks in the city who came to check, and Yang Zhao's sister and brother hid from a distance, gathering together to watch and whisper.

"Didn't you notice that there was no air here? We don't have a sound of flying."

"Ahh How does sound travel without air? You tell me...... Ah......h

"Didn't you tell me to abandon scientific values?"

Yang Yun turned his head a little embarrassed and lowered his head to count the floor tiles, pretending that he was very busy.

Unexpectedly, he really found a different place. In this city full of solid colors of geometric objects, there is a small square that stands out from the rest, and this small square is textured.

"Sister, don't go, do you see that the lines of this square are a little familiar?"

Yang Zhao turned left and right around the small square in the distance, but he didn't find any tricks.

These lines are horizontal and vertical, as well as bending patterns, and even some patterns are connected like a small flag, which makes people look confused.

And Yang Yun was not the only one who discovered this anomaly, there were already several monks standing in this small square to check

Finish.

Yang Zhao shook his wings and flew into the air to take a look, then fell down again, and took Yang Yun back half a street, with a little thought in his eyes, and leaned in front of Yang Yun's ear to bite his ear.

"It's familiar, it's the same as the crack in the wind that blew the petals and leaves out when we didn't enter the dream, one by one, you still said it was familiar."

Yang Yun obediently followed Yang Zhao and stepped back: "I look familiar now, but I don't know where I've seen it."

"This time in that small square, the black and white color scheme looks like a word and a stick figure, and I look a little familiar."

Yang Zhao frowned and tugged at his head, and found nothing for a long time.

"But whether it's calligraphy or painting, I shouldn't have seen it, I wondered, the reason why I feel familiar with this thing may be because we have been reading and writing in black and white since we were children, and looking at this small square brings a sense of familiarity."

"I don't know about you."

Yang Yun took the axe and gently tapped the wall behind him.

"Sister, how can you be sure that you haven't seen this thing?"

"Since I cultivated, my memory has been getting better and better, especially after the Jindan period, I feel like I have hyperamnesia, and I remember every little thing clearly."

Yang Yun looked at Yang Zhao with some envy: "It's so good, I can't do it, I only look familiar, but I don't guarantee that I have never seen this thing."

"Anyway, the small square is the same as the lines outside the dream, so many people are around to study it, I guess it has something to do with the formation......

Yang Zhao's heart jumped, he carried the horse lance, grabbed Yang Yun and squeezed into the group of dry corpses.

"Hurry up, we're being targeted."

"Huh?"

Yang Yun didn't dare to look left and right this time, holding the axe tightly with both hands, paying attention to the nearby movements.

Before he had walked a few steps, he saw Yang Zhao appear on Yang Yun's left side, holding the horse lance in both hands and flicking it out, only to hear the sound of "boom", and a soft branch was knocked out.

Yang Zhao held the lance in both hands, and the tip of the lance pointed directly at a monk who looked like a thorn in the distance.

The monk didn't say a word, and the shaking branches attacked again, these thorns were thin and long, and they turned left and right in the street, and they wanted to drag Yang Yun when they turned the corner.

Yang Zhao was naturally not to be outdone, and shook the horse lance in his hand, pointing, stabbing, picking, and blocking small, cutting off countless soft branches for a while.

The six-meter-long weapon made her play a few small feelings.

On this lively long street, the offense and defense of both sides are very restrained, neither of them wants their moves to touch the dry corpse, and everyone wants to lead the other's moves to the high security room.

These dried corpses look harmless to humans and animals, but no one dares to bet on whether something will eat people in turn if it is injured.

After all, the essence of these monks is still in the shadow of these dried corpses.

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