I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

The vibrations were haphazard, but they didn't last long, disappearing within a few seconds.

Yang Zhao waited for less than half a cup of tea and there was no movement, as if the vibration was his imagination.

Although she didn't know what was going on outside, but looking at the calm soldiers around her, she calmed down her noisy heart and put all her energy outside.

The outside world was dark and dead, and meteoroids were marked red by her and shattered by the spiritual light.

The cross-border flying boat is so big and belongs to the Zhou army. Yang Zhao is not in this system, so there is no need to notify her specifically if anything happens.

On the contrary, no voice is the best result. If there is a voice, it means that even the internal staff of the Cross-border Flying Boat can't solve this matter, so they will tell her.

Yang Zhao couldn't melt in, and she didn't force it. She only frantically eliminated the security loopholes she could solve, trying not to let the outer cabin she was temporarily responsible for become a weak point.

This red mark is more like a commander. Wherever Yang Zhao points, the attack of the cross-border flying boat will follow him.

During the next two cups of tea, the spacecraft experienced several more vibrations. These vibrations were large or small, strong or weak.

The only similarity is silence.

Because his gaze was fixed, Yang Zhao had no idea where things were going.

All kinds of thoughts were like weeds growing wantonly, creeping into his heart little by little.

In this dead and dark world, the unknown is the scariest thing.

Slowly, the vibrations began to become more and more intensive.

Suddenly, Yang Zhao saw some sudden lights falling from the outside of the boundary-crossing boat.

These lights go straight up and down, bound in their own orbits. Outside the orbits, there is darkness.

In the beam, she saw some tiny broken ice, some blue, some red, and some black.

Among these ice slags, there are some dark solids of different sizes, running towards the distance at absolute speed.

An unknown voice told her it was blood and frozen meat.

Yang Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. The attacker was a creature, not a ghost.

"Everyone, please be aware that the battle will soon affect us."

A round-faced young man looked at Yang Zhao firmly.

"Senior Yang, don't worry, we will attack wherever you point us and we will never hold you back."

Yang Zhao looked at the high-spirited eyes in the cabin and felt a surge of pride in his heart.

"Okay, let's work together. Even if the god comes today, we will take a bite of his flesh!"

"Ready to fight!"

"Here!" Yang Zhao tapped the dragon gun on his wrist.

"Haoshan, I will turn all my attention to the outside later. Please help me keep an eye on the cabin."

"it is good."

The dragon gun did not grow bigger after leaving her wrist, and the small one began to swim around the cabin.

Yang Zhao turned around and put all his energy outside.

At this time, there are more and more frozen meat and blood residues. If there are too many things, they will always collide with each other and change the original trajectory of their actions.

In space, if no external force is applied, moving objects will not slow down or change direction.

In the air, birds can penetrate the shell of an airplane, let alone in space.

In order to ensure the safety of the cross-border flying boat, Yang Zhao marked all the nearby flesh and blood red and used his spiritual light to drive these things away.

Suddenly, a dark thing dodged the aura, turned around, and suddenly hit the boundary-crossing ship.

Yang Zhao was startled, and with quick eyes and hands, he marked him with a layer of red. With dense auras, he rushed towards the black thing.

The thing rolled itself into a ball, jumped up and down from side to side, its aura flashed, and even changed its trajectory to escape.

It wants to find a glimmer of life with its dense aura.

But its vitality is a crisis for Yang Zhao. How can Yang Zhao tolerate it?

Yang Zhao commanded Ling Guang to follow, blocking the black thing front and back, blocking it from top to bottom, focusing on an all-round, multi-level, no blind spot.

The aura rushed toward it like a river, swallowing the black thing into its belly.

As she commanded, she was secretly surprised. The speed of this black thing was too fast. If Yang Zhaotong had a head-on fight with it, he would definitely lose.

She couldn't even catch up with him, let alone hit him.

But it's different now. No matter how fast it moves, it's not as fast as Yang Zhao's spiritual consciousness.

No matter how strong its defense is, it can only hold out for a few seconds at most when faced with a saturation attack by a cross-border flying boat.

Just these few seconds can be taken to the world of cultivation to show off.

A few seconds later, the thing that Yang Zhao hadn't seen clearly looked like, was penetrated by spiritual light from all directions, and a large cloud of blood spurted out, and in the blink of an eye it was frozen into ice slag.

"Okay! I will tell Taoist fellow Niuzhen and ask him to take credit!"

"Attention! Something is coming again." (End of Chapter)