There is no sun and moon in the dream, Yang Yun is already in this dream, and he has no feeling for the passage of time, only that this day is long and hard.

He is not in a good state these days, not only forgetting some things, but also adding some unfamiliar habits.

For example, now, he splits mountains with an axe, and when the rubble splashes on him, he has the urge to lick it.

Of course, this is not a big deal, what scares Yang Yun the most is that his strangeness to Yang Zhao is getting heavier and heavier.

This strangeness is not only limited to the body of Yang Zhao, the four-winged tiger head, but also penetrates into the conversation between the two sides.

Fear spread like vines within him, and he could clearly feel the tender roots penetrate his flesh and bones, clinging to his bones and sucking blood.

"Why don't we sing the national anthem."

The tiger's head was lowered, looking at the one-horned lion with an increasingly uncontrollable figure, Yang Zhao's mouth opened slightly.

"Arise, you who will not be slaves, and ...... our flesh and blood."

The one-horned lion listened silently to some familiar tones, and his heart was churning.

As the tone became more and more familiar, Yang Yun unconsciously opened his mouth, and some unfamiliar tones came out of his mouth.

"Everyone was forced to let out a final roar......

A cloudy tear hit the ground and was drowned in dust.

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The monks worked as a quick profit, and when the nodes of the formation were almost dug up, the leading monks began to use the flesh and blood of the dead monks to set up the formation.

Cloth a large array.

What flesh and bones, skin, horns, scales, flowers, branches, leaves, roots, stones, and things that you don't know are piled up into hills.

Next, Yang Zhao and the others will arrange these things according to the plan.

Some are buried in the ground, some are released from the water, and some are fixed in mid-air.

"Sister, do you have any new ones for this?"

Yang Yun's hand holding the thing was a little trembling, all the bits and pieces here were taken from the monk's body, and they were born with the smell of blood.

Monk, those are all intelligent things, what is the difference between them and people, and now such a scene makes him have the illusion of helping people break up their corpses and hide their corpses.

"It's hard to say, there should be."

High in the sky, a huge figure that looked like an underwater monster floated in the air, supervising the vicinity for hundreds of miles, and under his deterrence, all the monks worked honestly, and did not steal women to play tricks.

Yang Zhao fixed a bloody fangs in mid-air, and this time she didn't comfort Yang Yun in this matter.

"This is the Abyss, a place with no rules, no law, no normal social structure."

"The monks here are also people who have cut off their future, and their methods are ruthless, which is also ordinary."

After fixing this thing, Yang Zhao gathered the pile of stumps and broken arms on the ground, and when he saw that there was no shortage, he put them all in a huge fur and pocketed them, and then carried the hill on his back and rode Yang Yun to the next location.

Yang Yun couldn't control his body shape a few days ago, and he had swelled into a one-horned lion dozens of meters tall these days, and he couldn't restrain his body.

Now he has nothing else to do, only to give Yang Zhao a leg force.

Today's gods are no longer what they used to be, with mountains and cities collapsing, rivers cut off, and all kinds of dried corpses wandering irregularly on the earth.

It's like the aftermath of a major earthquake.

Looking at the big lion with vigorous hair, Yang Zhao's eyes were red.

In the past few days, Yang Yun has become more and more ignorant, if it weren't for her lack of achievements in the formation, Yang Zhao would have wanted to kill people and take bones and use them to set up the formation.

Yang Yun's appearance is really scary, and he can't wait.

So in these days, Yang Zhao has put in twelve points of strength, and he has not been slack.

When everything was buried, it didn't take long for the earth to shake and roar.

In the end, Yang Zhao saw the cumbersome golden lines like snakes and insects, twisting and wriggling to break free from the shackles of the earth.

About half an hour later, one

A huge golden circle with no boundary visible floated in the air, and then, the entrance to the divine dream standing on the sea appeared in the center of the formation.

When Yang Yun saw this familiar character, everyone was stupid,

"Sister? Didn't we go in?"

"Maybe it's an exit, let's take a look."

Yang Zhao secretly gritted his teeth and urged Yang Yun to rush forward.

Regardless of whether that thing is exported or not, no matter if there is any risk in moving forward, Yang Zhao can't bear it anymore.

Yang Zhao was not the only one who had this thought, all the monks who could move rushed there.

In a few moments, a thousand smaller people gathered around the huge character.

A thousand people smaller.

A chill rushed from the soles of Yang Zhao's feet to the top of his head.

Even if more than half of the monks were in the distance, the number was frightening.

You know, this time there are thousands of monks who have entered the dream of the gods.

Converted into two, there have been thousands of dead and wounded monks in the past few days.

The deaths and injuries of so many people, even in Chixian Shenzhou, will attract global attention, and it is news that can make headlines on the front pages of most countries.

What's more, this is not an ordinary mortal, this is a monk of the Night Abyss.

The Jindan period is the foundation, and the upper limit is not known as the night abyss monk.

He died so quietly.

"Kamimu ......"

These two words flipped in Yang Zhao's mouth, and she was suddenly a little happy.

"The two of us actually survived in a daze, hehe, this god is not bad."

Yang Yun looked at the huge character in the middle stupidly, and didn't hear what Yang Zhao was saying.

The character seemed to have a magical power that drew him forward.

If it weren't for the man still on his back, if the man hadn't grabbed his mane to keep him from going, if he hadn't remembered that this was his sister, he would have wanted to run headlong into it.

It was the hand on his back that stroked his mane and helped him pull the broken reason.

The character is hundreds of meters high, and it is also golden yellow, unlike the one on the sea outside, with leaves and petals flying outward, and there is no interior scene.

It looks like a piece of gold, like a huge gold-lettered signboard erected by someone.

The monks divided into several places, watching the character whisper, and in a few moments, several weapons were thrown at the character.

As a result, with just a "bang", these weapons disappeared in an instant.

This startled the surrounding monks, and the scene was temporarily quiet.

You can't use spells in your dreams, and if you want to verify the safety of the golden characters, you can only rely on physical objects.

This result is not good, and it makes people's hearts heavy.

However, there was only a brief silence before more weapons were hurled.

Without exception, all weapons that approached the character disappeared like melting ice.

Isn't this the eye of the formation?

Such a scene made many monks can't help but beat the drum in their hearts, doubting their previous guesses.

At this moment, an unlucky egg was thrown out, hit the character headlong, and then melted like ice and snow in a scream.

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