At this moment, Yang Zhao was already covered in injuries, and his armor was also a little tattered.

Yang Yun***, the whirlwind brought by the lion blew wildly, cutting a cut for Yang Zhao, who didn't dare to stay away, and the four flying wings withered and broken.

For a while, her situation looked even worse than Yang Yun's.

However, at this time, Yang Zhao didn't care about the injuries on her body, and during the time she was entangled with Yang Yun, the vicinity of the big characters had changed from a playground of laughter and laughter to a big party with singing and dancing.

It is not enough for those monks to laugh to express their happy mood, but also to dance and sing, as if laughing alone cannot show the spirit of their hearts, here they worship their parents, and there they sigh their relatives and friends and lover.

"Hahahaha, so this is God!"

"I'm back to the Way!"

"From now on I am heaven! I'm God!"

Yang Zhao listened in astonishment as he shouted the language of the Ten Thousand Worlds to the heavens and reprimanded the earth, and in the midst of all these disturbances, an indescribable realization rose from his heart, as if he had glimpsed the Great Dao.

The joy emanated from her bones, making her want to laugh uncontrollably.

Yang Zhao bit his tongue fiercely, and pressed the tip of the horse lance against the wound of the big lion again.

"Yang Yun, if you dare to laugh, I will stab you."

"Then you should work harder......

Looking at the scene of the group of demons dancing nearby, Yang Yun felt a little scared in his heart.

If it weren't for her sister, he would be a part of this carnival now.

At this time, the sensible monks had retreated en masse, some watching from afar, some of them going straight away without even looking back.

And Yang Zhao's sister and brother are a little embarrassed, although Yang Yun is sober, but he can't move, he has lost most of the control of this one-horned lion, and he can't control the whirlwind if he can't move his footsteps.

Yang Zhao waved his wings anxiously, wanting to carry Yang Yun as usual. As a result, the one-horned lion looked like a mountain, and she exerted a lot of strength, and her speed could only move slowly like an ant.

A pair of lion eyes looked at Yang Zhao, who was busy before and after, in addition to being anxious, there was actually a trace of unfamiliar and frightening ridicule.

That smile was high, and Yang Zhao was like an ant.

They were crucified here, and one of the monks was so happy that he couldn't hold his body steady in mid-air, and fell to the ground in free fall.

With the first, there was the second, and after a while, the monks fell to the ground as if they were dumplings.

There were only two Yang Zhao sisters and brothers left in mid-air, looking at this scene stupidly.

Suddenly, Yang Zhao felt that he was approaching with ten thousand swords, if his sight could kill, their sister and brother would have been cut by a thousand knives by now.

But soon, Yang Zhao stopped caring about himself.

Because the monks who landed began to dehydrate, no, began to bleed.

I saw layers of blood mist explode from those monks, and in the blink of an eye, these blood mist formed a blood-red miasma that shrouded the ground, and quickly spread into the sky, blocking everyone's sight.

After a while, a belt of rust with a radius of several thousand meters and a height of nearly 100 meters was formed.

These monks are too tall and have a staggering amount of blood.

But soon, the blood mist that was higher than 100 meters pressed down, and the blood mist quickly diluted and extended outward, spreading out for thousands of miles in the blink of an eye, and it was still extending.

Wherever the blood mist passed, all kinds of plants suddenly grew half an inch taller, and the grass became greener and the flowers more delicate, a thriving scene.

It would be better if there was no dry corpse hovering at the bottom.

And the monks who had entered the shadow were also squeezed out of the darkness, laughing and crying and rolling to the ground, they lost the shelter of the dried corpses, and could not move in their dreams.

But the thoughts in their hearts echoed in the whole dream again.

"I've found the way of heaven...... I've found the way of heaven!"

"Hehe, all mortals dare to stand in my way, this time I will sacrifice the common people and ascend to the throne!"

"If so...... If so, what am I before?

………」

"Hahahahaha......"

This sound echoed somehow different from the previous time, shocking Yang Zhao's brain, his eyes were dazzled, and his hands and feet were weak.

I always feel that these voices have a special attribute that shocks people's souls.

Now don't say that she wants to laugh, this complicated sound shocked Yang Zhaoren almost stupid, the thinking in her head is getting weaker and weaker, and her memory is a little out of reach, she bit her lip fiercely, and dragged the hair on Yang Yun's body, afraid that this big lion would also fall to the ground.

At this moment, Yang Zhao smelled a smell of blood on the tip of his nose, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water, and a clever person came back to his senses.

At this time, there was silence in the dream, and when she looked down, she saw layers of blood mist bursting out below, quickly rising to a height of 100 zhang, covering her affairs.

But one by one, a kind of enlightenment has risen to the heart, and those monks who have been squeezed out of the shadow are probably following the back path of their predecessors, and they are more than lucky.

This time, these blood mist no longer spread from a distance, but slowly contracted and squirmed, gradually converging together, and some abrupt edges and corners appeared in the blood mist.

These edges and corners became more and more, smaller and smaller, and as the blood mist compressed, a strange blood-colored city appeared in front of Yang Zhao's eyes.

In the city, dried corpses roamed around.

"Is this blood so hard? Can you build a city?"

Yang Zhao looked down sourly, as if he had seen the ending of his sister and brother.

"Sister...... How ugly it would be if we two became dry corpses......

Not yet, when the sisters and brothers finished complaining, they only heard a familiar roar in the distance.

"My lord, it's him, it's the big one-horned lion, and I heard the lion say with my own ears that he has an impression of that character!"

The roar was hysterical, Jedi madness.

"My lord, I can detain his soul and torture him, even if it is a god, I have the means to make him confide the truth!"

Yang Zhao followed the prestige, and saw a canopy of thorns and leaves dancing in the distance, which was the old acquaintance who followed their butts a few days ago.

I don't know who he fought with, the originally dense branches were sparse and the top of the programmer's head, and the leaves were even more falling.

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