The two sides are not familiar with their respective bodies, and all the fights are put on the hands and feet, and none of the various spells can be used.

Only then did Yang Zhao realize that in this divine dream, many beckoning spells could not be used.

Seeing that the kung fu in his hands was indistinguishable from victory or defeat, the thorn finally spoke.

"I have a way to dig up all the memories of the man behind you, how about I share them with you then?" It's better than all of us becoming this mediocre."

Yang Yun, who was hiding behind Yang Zhao, looked stunned, he didn't expect that this enemy was recruited by him.

"He...... He understands me, and he's ...... And they covet my flesh?"

Yang Zhao glanced at Yang Yun with a smile and raised his voice.

"I need you for such a trivial matter as digging up memories? robbing other people's things, how can you still have the face to say so openly."

Yang Yun looked at his sister in a daze and pointed to his nose.

The bush of thorns had no head or face, and I couldn't see the expression, but seeing those thorns stand up as if they had blown up, I should be angry.

"You people from Chixian Shenzhou, a longevity pill walking outside, still dare to spit wild words in my mouth?"

In the face of this thorn's sudden attack, Yang Zhao had already had a faint guess in his heart.

Since this jingtiao can understand Chinese, he must have understood Chixian Shenzhou.

"Heh, if you want to wait for you to get out alive, let's talk about it."

"You're dead!"

Before the words fell, a large clump of thorns was already close to Yang Zhao's front door.

Yang Zhao waved his horse lance, cut off the thorns that burst out, and with a hand, a large cluster of broken thorns shot back like arrows.

The two sides fought again.

The number of wattles is numerous, the speed is extremely fast, and the movement is strange and abnormal, but it is lost in the soft branches.

Yang Zhao is strong and strong, and the horse lance is sharp, but he loses because his movements are not as fast as Jing Tiao, and he does not dare to rush up because he is worried about Yang Yun's safety.

The two were at a stalemate for a while.

Soon, however, the two sides tacitly agreed to stop the truce and retreat separately.

Yang Yun was dragged forward by Yang Zhao, and looked back at the thorn strip behind him who was about to disappear.

"Sister, what's wrong? Why did he suddenly stop fighting?"

"There's an extra pair of eyes around here eager to try, and we're both afraid of turning into praying mantises."

"Praying mantis?"

Yang Yun shook a big mane head and looked around.

"Why didn't I find out where the yellow finch was?"

Yang Zhao carried Yang Yun, who was much taller than her, and walked out of an afterimage on the street.

"When you notice that we're both cold. Let's go somewhere else and see if there's the same pattern."

This city covers an area of not small, Yang Zhao roughly estimated it when he was in the sky, at least two or three thousand square kilometers.

This area is walked on human legs, and it is absolutely impossible to search for six or seven days.

However, this was not a problem for the monks, and in less than two tea times, Yang Zhao and Yang Yun walked through the streets of the entire city.

They found a total of nine places in the city with the same pattern.

A little in the small square, some in the yard, some on the walls, and so on.

Almost every place with textures was studied by a few cultivators.

There are many ways to break the formation, such as breaking the formation violently, such as breaking the formation with the formation.

But in the divine dream, there was no material to break the formation with the formation, and the violent formation did not dare, forcing these restrained cultivators to actually have signs of mutual cooperation.

You know, this is a monk in the abyss.

This discovery undoubtedly increased Yang Zhao's pressure, and Yang Zhao dragged Yang Yun and ran out of the city.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

"Run."

The two of them squeezed out the short city gate, and Yang Zhao had two pairs of wings behind his back, dragging Yang Yun against the ground and began to fly into the distance.

Yang Yun looked at Yang Zhao Tieqing's face and suddenly realized.

"Sister, are you afraid that the green belt will find others to cooperate and block us?"

"I was careless, I shouldn't be nostalgic just now, just go away."

Yang Zhao frowned, wishing he could trap a fly.

As soon as he heard this, Yang Yun was also stunned, and his face turned white all of a sudden.

"Sister, this is wrong, I don't even have the idea of running?"

You know, he is a Qi cultivation stage cultivator who has just cultivated, why is he not afraid when facing a monk who may be in the Jindan stage or even cultivating to the top?

Yang Zhao was also stunned, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

"You didn't want to run? You're not afraid?"

Yang Yun combed his big mane, and his face was gloomy.

"I'm not afraid, I even vaguely feel that I can fight with that green belt."

"You're going to fight him?"

Yang Zhao was stunned, chewed those words in his mouth, and tasted a few coldnesses.

"Then I didn't want to run there, was I careless, or was I blinded by something?"

None of the sisters and brothers had an answer to this question, so they could only leave it alone.

Fortunately, this is the night abyss, and the cultivators are too guarded, and when they reach the next city, the green belt has not yet found anyone to follow.

The two men silently measured the entire area of the city with their feet, and found that there were also nine familiar patterns in the city.

In the same way, the monks here have nothing to gain in breaking the formation.

Yang Zhao didn't dare to take Yang Yun to stay in the city for a long time, so he flew to the next location with him.

This time they came to a big river.

This river connects the sky and the earth, and it is majestic and ordinary.

Following in the footsteps of the other monks, they found nine identical patterns on the river.

In this way, Yang Zhao spent three or four days discovering twenty-eight places with patterns in this dream.

"Sister, it's a big array."

Yang Yun squatted on the ground, carrying an axe and digging a pit on the ground unconsciously, even the whirlwind on his feet was a little wilted.

"Just the place where we flew in the past few days is comparable to the area of a small country, such a large formation, can we really break it?"

At the beginning, when he saw thousands of high-level monks, he was secretly surprised in his heart, such a number of high-level monks, put in Chixian Shenzhou, could casually destroy a small and medium-sized country.

But now, these thousands of monks have come to the dream of the gods, and they are no different from ants.

The cultivation level of the cultivation realm is absolutely suppressed, which is really powerless to resist.

Yang Zhaoheng hugged the horse lance and sat under a strange big tree with his eyes closed.

They were in a mountain col, next to two great cities, and less than a hundred miles away, a great river flowing.

No matter where there was movement, Yang Zhao, who was hiding here, could quickly arrive with Yang Yun.

"There must be a way, the dream has been in the abyss for many years, and there must be many people who know the mystery. Just look at these thousands of monks are not in a hurry, they are not ruthless, don't forget, there are still monks looking for a stand-in before we come in."

There was a chill in her tone.

"This kind of monk who has become a substitute for others will not spare his life in the end."

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