I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

The sea and sky are the same color, and the superstars dominate the sun.

Yang Zhao flew slowly behind Shen Ruoyu, wondering as he flew.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

If it's okay, why is it flying so slowly? It's so slow that you can even set a hook for fishing.

"Nothing, just waiting for my friend."

Yang Zhao's mind was filled with questions: Who are you waiting for?Did Master make new friends in Tianfu this month?

"How about we stop flying and wait where we are?"

Shen Ruoyu narrowed his eyes at Yang Zhao, said nothing, and continued to fly forward slowly.

Yang Zhao was confused and could only continue to follow.

But before he could even fly two steps, Shen Ruoyu grabbed Yang Zhao's collar and flew the invitation high into the sky. He rose more than 200 meters in two breaths before he could stop.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah?!"

Yang Zhao, who was originally stunned, had chills all over his body. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a flick of his wrist, the dragon gun appeared in his hand, with the tip pointed straight down.

The sea is still a calm scene, the water is blue, and the time is quiet.

But the calmer she became, the stronger Yang Zhao's sense of crisis became. A huge fear slowly crawled up from the soles of her feet like the cold snake letter, and the poisonous fangs reflected the cold light in the sun.

"Master, this friend of yours is not very friendly, is he?"

Shen Ruoyu also lowered his head and looked: "I don't know, I haven't met him before."

ah?We haven't met in person, are you chatting with an online friend?

After a few words, the fear grew stronger and stronger, and Yang Zhao silently took another half step towards Shen Ruoyu.

If it weren't for the crisis in the sky coming from beneath her feet, Yang Zhao would even want to hide behind her master.

Shen Ruoyu showed no expression on Yang Zhao's actions, staring at the sea with interest, waiting for the other party to show up.

After half a cup of tea, a black shadow the size of a fingernail appeared on the sea.

The moment the black shadow appeared, Yang Zhao looked like an old-fashioned black-and-white TV with something wrong. There were heavy snowflakes, a buzzing sound penetrated his ears, and the space in front of him was distorted.

Yang Zhao shook the dragon spear with both hands. The spear light, which was more than half a foot long, glowed with cold light. His eyes were stained with golden red, and the originally distorted space returned to normal.

But as the black shadow rose, the normal space was filled with snowflakes again, and the buzzing sound exploded in her ears, making her head hurt.

If Yang Zhao hadn't been sure that she couldn't beat her, and if it hadn't been for her backer Shen Ruoyu who was following her beside her, she would have dropped her arms and ran away. If she couldn't run, she would have dropped her arms and knelt down. Who would still be holding on here?

"Okay, take back your magical powers. Why are you scaring children?"

A word passed into Yang Zhao's ears. Yang Zhao felt that his eyes were clear, his ears were quiet, and the fear disappeared. Large tracts of blue entered his eyes, and the whole world became lovely.

Only then did Yang Zhao clearly see the black shadow in front of him.

This is a dark shadow.

An oval black shadow.It has no head, no hands, no legs, no body, and even no substance or substance, just a small and vague black shadow.

Yang Zhao blinked his eyes and looked up, down, left and right. The shadow remained unchanged.

Shen Ruoyu slapped his opponent.

"Shen Ruoyu, a poor fellow, I wonder why my friend came here?"

The black shadow squirmed and said nothing, but Yang Zhao felt that the other person's eyes were looking at him inexplicably.

"She can't do it. She just formed a pill. She can't stand you. Please change her."

I don’t know how the two parties communicated. Anyway, when Yang Zhao didn’t hear any of the shadow’s voice or understand any of the shadow’s movements, Shen Ruoyu began to bargain with the other party.

The black shadow squirmed again, but Shen Ruoyu still shook his head.

"Not even the dragon gun. This gun has a soul, and you can't possibly eat it."

"It's not okay for you to take over someone else's body."

Shen Ruoyu said a few words to himself, and finally took out two silver snails: "You can stay here first, and then you can choose the parasite when you get to the place. How about it?"

The black shadow was motionless, and Yang Zhao didn't dare to express his anger. Even if he couldn't see the other party's expression clearly, Yang Zhao could feel the other party's anger.

This anger made Yang Zhao's goosebumps rise again.

Shen Ruoyu held up the silver conch, unmoved by the black shadow's anger.

After a short stalemate like this, Shen Ruoyu threw the pair of silver conchs into the air. The black shadow stretched out a tentacle and approached the silver conchs, disappearing like water sucked by a sponge.

Then the pair of silver conchs returned to Shen Ruoyu's hands and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The pantomime for half a day left the second monk Yang Zhaozhang confused.

She held up the gun like a fool, standing there as a decoration, and even the glint on the tip of the gun was glazed over.

Yang Zhao asked in a low voice.

"Master, who is this?"

A big smile appeared on Shen Ruoyu's face: "The person buried in the sky tomb is the one you have heard of."

Heavenly tomb?Undertaker?Do you still know it?
Yang Zhao dug around in his mind and found a person whose name he didn't know.

"The legendary young master of Tianfu who died young? Is the tomb built for him?"

It can't be those Yu clansmen who just died, right?

"Yes, that's the man."

Shen Ruoyu waved his sleeves, and layers of moisture gathered at the feet of the two people.

"Put the gun away and let's go."

Yang Zhao only felt his feet slip, and he rushed forward with his feet in front and behind his head.