The noise stopped abruptly, and everyone's eyes searched everywhere, not knowing what they were looking for.

Yang Zhao faintly felt that they were looking for a shadow, looking for the shadow of the dead man.

Although the monk was reduced to powder, the monk's body was hidden in the shadow of these dried corpses.

Everyone wanted to know if the monk in the shadow was alive or not, or if he had entered the next location.

Yang Zhao felt a little that these monks were thinking too much, a while ago, in order to break the formation with the formation, how many monks did these people kill, but which shadow did you see kicking out a monk?

His limbs were always mutilated, his shadow was mutilated, and he could never see anything else.

Besides, the person who was attacked by the character is still so miserable, what is there like to be safe and sound?

This is a monk, a monk whose bottom line is the Jindan period, a monk who has a cut off from the future, and is not comparable to ordinary monks in terms of stars and forbearance, what kind of pain and fear does it take to make him scream?

However, these monks were different from Yang Zhao, they came into the dream to ask for something, and naturally they had various ideas.

She tightened the mane in her hand and stopped Yang Yun from moving forward.

The two of them were already very close to the center, but Yang Yun didn't know what kind of bewitchment he was in, and now he couldn't stop at all, and he always wanted to move forward.

If it weren't for Yang Zhao's control, I'm afraid the two of them would have been stuck on that huge character long ago.

She looked at the huge character, and a strange light flashed in her eyes.

Seriously, this thing is as golden as gold, and it's really beautiful.

Thinking about it, as soon as his hand was released, the big lion took a few steps forward.

Yang Zhao's heart tightened, and he hurriedly pulled the mane in his hand back, feeling a cool breeze rising behind his head, and looking around, a large circle that was originally surrounded by monks has now shrunk a circle, and there is still a shrunken posture.

The behavior of the Yang Zhao sisters and brothers is not so conspicuous.

In just a few moments, three monks came together to test the big characters voluntarily, and the three of them moved forward little by little from different directions, cautious and cautious like ants with tentacles moving around.

They circled the big character twice at close range, and after feeling safe, they began to test it more closely, holding some of the other monks' stumps and severed arms in their hands.

Close to the temptation, holding the stump and broken arm little by little close to the big characters.

The effect was immediate.

As long as this broken arm doesn't touch the characters, it's okay no matter how close it is, and everything is worry-free.

But as soon as you actually touch it, the character is like a giant elimination key, and everything you touch is turned into powder and disappears.

Yes, all, even the monk with the severed arm was not spared, and was eliminated with one click in the terrible screams.

As for the shadow of the people's concern, there is still none.

Yang Zhao licked his dry lips, patted the lion leaning forward, and pulled the mane in his hand back again.

When he was like this, Yang Yun moved forward a hundred meters less, which looked quite far away, but it was actually a matter of Yang Yun's two steps.

As soon as he bowed his head, more than a dozen willing and involuntary monks stepped forward and gathered together to study the huge character.

I don't know what to study for a while.

It's just that this character shows an extraordinary stubbornness, just like the calm high-voltage line, you can try it as much as you try, but you can see it but not touch it, and chop your head when you touch it.

The group of people studied for a long time, and then came together to discuss and discuss, and began to set up the formation together.

What broken fur and rotten branches, big bloodshot bones, and unusually colored eyes, were poured out again.

These monks have bright eyes and always know what is best in the monk's body.

In this divine dream, they have no weapons to take advantage of, and they can't use spells, so the formation is easy to use, and using the power of the divine dream to break the divine dream array, no matter how you look at it, it is the best way to solve it.

This time the formation was much more enjoyable, covering a small area, and more than a dozen monks worked together

, in less than half an hour, a cylinder array was arranged up and down around the characters.

Yang Zhao wrinkled his nose, and dragged the big lion that came forward, an inexplicable smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose, and he couldn't shake off the fan.

In the outside world, the formation is arranged, and the formation only needs to be infused with spiritual power.

In the dream, it was more troublesome, and a few Schrödinger's willing monks came up from behind, and they shattered into tens of millions of pieces.

Then, the array rose.

A bloody aura swelled rapidly, twitching and trembling like a dark red life, enveloping the entire character.

In an instant, the entire formation disappeared.

Yang Zhao's eyes widened suddenly, and he wanted to laugh inexplicably.

"Hahahaha......"

She was startled, and raised her claws violently to cover her mouth, but froze halfway.

It's not that she's laughing, it's not just that she wants to laugh, it's more than one laughing.

At first, just a few people laughed, dozens of people laughed, and then hundreds of people laughed, and laughter spread like a plague, and the whole world was filled with laughter.

Every monk smiled like a child was just starting to realize.

The laughter is so hearty and infectious, even if you pass by and don't know the reason, you want to laugh twice when you hear it.

She felt a tremor beneath her, and a burst of laughter came from the lion's mouth, carrying the uninhibited and free of the young man.

Yang Zhao patted the sitting lion and said softly.

"Yang Yun, don't laugh."

To no avail.

She didn't give up, and shouted, "Yang Yun, don't laugh!"

Still to no avail.

The big lion smiled happily and was a teenager running in the playground, and he couldn't hear any other sound in his ears.

Yang Zhao didn't dare to laugh, she didn't dare to hesitate, she pulled out the horse lance, lifted it and plunged into the lion under her.

only heard a "poof", and a stream of hot blood gushed out, splashing Yang Zhao's head and face.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and then the lion roared angrily, turned around and opened its mouth to bite.

Yang Zhao unceremoniously picked up the horse lance, smashed it on the door of the lion's head, and shouted angrily.

"Yang Yun, you dare to bite me!"

The big lion froze suddenly, his blood-red eyes flashed a trace of dazedness, and then he roared loudly, and rolled down, and the whirlwind under his feet was whirlwind, trying to throw her off.

Seeing this, Yang Zhao also unceremoniously raised his horse lance and waved it down, giving the big lion's head a hard blow.

"Yang Yun! You dare to do it with your sister and me, be careful I tell my parents!"

Yang Zhao grabbed the lion's mane fiercely, controlled his body, and the horse lance was used by her as a feather duster, and whipped the lion who sat down.

"Yang Yun, you are so disobedient, have you ever thought that your father's heart is bad? I really want to put him in the hospital!"

"Yang Yun!"

In the midst of the angry shouts and whips, the big lion's body slowly froze, the roar gradually subsided, and finally turned into a whimper and suffocated in the throat, as if someone had stuffed a stone in the throat, piled up and down there, and for a long time, a trembling word came out of it.

"Sister......

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